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so i had to redo my blog. i’m working on it atm and i’m gonna promo it, but it’s essentially the same blog. keeping all of my shit and all that jazz. feel free to follow. it’s the same url.

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i am so mad about this bullshit. i can’t im anyone. does anyone know the fix for this or do i have to make a new blog???

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anxietyworn:

@lygophiile plotted !!

               ❛  I KNOW YOU WERE OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE, OKAY?  ❜   skye has never been one to yell a lot. those were her   younger days,   back before anxiety made her quiet, made loudness a   trigger.   but right now, she’s hurt   &   sad   &   unable to get a handle on her   emotions.   she had bought   special lingerie,   she’d bought   special wine,   all in an attempt to make things official with him  .  .  .   &   just to find out that he was out with someone else.    &   now half the bottle of wine is   gone,   &   she can   barely stand.

            ‘ —–You are fucking crazy. Period, ’ he scoffed, arms folded over his chest. While Skye looked amazing tonight, she was being completely unreasonable and her logic here was fucked. He’d been out with Chachki, his best friend for decades and bartender at Noir, but she would never be more than that. Chach wasn’t into guys and even if she was, he only had eyes for Skye right now. ‘ I was out with someone else, but not in the way you think, Skye. Chah... She’s an old friend. There could literally never be anything between us, ’ he tried to explain.

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❛   what if I’m   far from home?   oh brother, i will hear you call!   what if i lose it all?   oh sister, i will help you   hang on!   oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you,   there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do.   ❜       ———–      INDEPENDENT   &   SELECTIVE SELF BASED OCS, WRITTEN BY BREE   &   SKYE.    

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notmadeofpetals:

( sms > Rory > sent ) : Yeah, it’s the apartment building on the corner of 1st, looks like an old brick warehouse, I’m number 325. 

Don’t be a dick. As if she’d be one. She was nice. Of course, Rory didn’t think so. Seph had to remind herself that this probably wasn’t personal. Other members of his circle told her that they’d just gotten off on the wrong foot. The worst foot, actually. As she changed out of her rumpled party dress (in to the leggings he abhorred naturally) she set out the food she’d promised. Well, at least the place was clean. Somewhat presentable.

With all she could’ve done having been done, the brunette sat down cross legged on her couch, and tried to steady her breathing. This would be ok. She hoped.

            After reading the text message from Persephone, Rory turned to Paisley, who was all ready to go. Her face read a reluctant expression, but that was probably due to the fact that she wanted to play video games or binge Netflix as opposed to actually leaving the house and socially interacting with others—–typical child in the modern age. Nevertheless, Rory stood and grabbed his jacket, swiping his keys off the entry table. ‘ Come now. Get your coat and let’s go, ’ he had a very soft and calm tone to him as he headed for the door. The petite child nodded her head, grabbing her coat before slipping it on. Once they were both ready, they headed out the door, on their way to the vehicle that Rory drove.

            When the pair arrived at the building in question, Rory shut off the engine to the ‘69 Camaro and pulled the keys from the ignition. He turned to look at his seven year old daughter in the backseat whom was already full of sass and needed to take a chill pill. ‘ Paisley, this is a very good friend of mine and I really want you to make a good first impression. Can you do that for me? ’ he asked sweetly. Paisley reluctantly nodded and the two exited the vehicle. She took his hand as they headed up to the brick lain building. He entered the building, taking Paisley to the apartment that Persephone lived in. A swift knock and then there was the wait.

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                        Do you think I’ll ever get better at this?           That my heart might someday stop trying to jump                    out of my chest whenever you touch me?” 

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@absinthefaeriequeen replied: berserk button pic is... well... *dang*!!!

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Joseph Morgan

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fcllenangels:

@lygophiile - continued x

“ – oh ” the blonde exclaims watching the way he takes her hand and the almost old way to which he greets her. She honestly thought she’d seen him before, the face being one of familiarity. “ Pleasure to meet you Rory, I’m Caroline ” Pink stained lips curl up into a smile as blue hues drink in his face.

            ‘ Caroline? Such a lovely name, ’ the corners of is mouth upturned into a small hint of a grin. Rory had a tendency to turn into a bit of an ass kisser when he tried to be suave. He let go of the woman’s hand before slipping his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. Something was so familiar about the vibe he’d gotten from her. It was a sense of an unusual abnormality within her make up. Usually, the only time he got this feeling was when he met another supernatural being.

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REPOST. DONT REBLOG The face your muse makes when happy:

The face your muse makes when sad:

The face your muse makes when they see something they want:

The face your muse makes when their berserk button is pushed:

The face your muse makes when they see someone they dislike:

Tagged By: @grveyardxgirl Tagging: anyone who wants to do it + @notmadeofpetals, @ofumbras, @fcllenangels, @facetiious

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       ❛ you may fooll me & i’ll fall; but i won’t stay down long…’cause i’m country strong! ❜

serefine harlow hardy —fandomless oc written by dobby.

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"Daddy, I need you. Let me sit on your lap.” // for parker and rory fucking bY E

❰ meme ; still accepting ❱ — @periiculcsa for parker

            The male glanced up at the redheaded beaut before him, as he was clad in a pair of black and grey plaid flannel pajama pants and that was just about it. He relaxed back on the sofa, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Legs parted just enough that he could tug at the fabric between his thighs to make the pants less constricting before he spoke with a grin, ‘ Then come sit on Daddy’s lap... ’