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“God, everyone in this school is so fucking weird.”

“What? No of course not this isn’t a book about traps. Why the fuck would you think that…why the fuck are you looking at my books to begin with, huh?”

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Do I look like I wear hand-me-downs?

I’m just trying to do my spring cleaning early. Do you want any of these clothes? I’m just gonna donate them otherwise.

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Then throw a party. It’s not rocket science.

This place could really use some livening up.  It’s so drab and depressing.

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“It’s awful! Having a younger sibiling is one of the worst things to ever happen to me. I don’t know why my mother didn’t stop after she had the perfect daughter.”

So I’m apparently a big brother now and this is so weird to me.  I’ve only ever been the baby, how does one be an older sibling?  Send help.

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Natural lighting was always better to take selfies in. The sun lit up Marie features in a way no artificial light could, which is why she was out on the terrace with her phone in front of her face, snapping photos. At the sound of a voice, her head lifted to look at the other, eyebrows raising at the same time. “Can I do-what?” She asked, not used to being bothered by others. 

Toothiana was laying in the grass under a tree while studying. She had her head phones in listening to music while she was flipping through her flash cards. “Incisors are at the front of the mouth. They have a sharp biting surface and are used for cutting or shearing food into small chewable pieces. There are eight incisors in both primary and permanent dentitions.” She whispered to herself then turned it over to see if she was correct. Just then the wind picked up causing a few of her cards to fly a few feet in front of her. She jumped up and shouting to the person near by her. “Hey, can you grab those cards for me?”

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person: you're blocking the view

me: i am the view

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xoxo-georgette:

“I beg your pardon?”

“You know, the New York attitude everyone speaks so fondly about in media.”

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riyan-snake:

“I don’t care, but I am amused.” He murmured. “Place a blanket. Or go somewhere else. Like on a roof without grass.” Jafar replied, stretching his arms. “And you’re small, you can literally fit on a patch that’s one foot away from me.”

“I don’t care that you are amused,” she shot back, clearly more irritated with the whole situation than he. Well, if he wasn’t going to move and allow her to enjoy the spot, she wasn’t going to allow him to enjoy it either. She gracefully dropped herself down next to him. “I wouldn’t want to sit on the roof. I like the grass, just not the weeds.” 

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aurorarose:

“Well, that certainly sounds relaxing,” she quipped, nodding eagerly, “I suppose I could get behind a push for something like that in gym class. Anything to get us outside is fine by me.”

“Exercising is much more fulfilling when you don’t have to worry about how the running is ruining your hair or the sweat ruining your makeup.” She sighed, reminiscing on the days of expensive, private education, not a school that treated delinquency. 

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riyan-snake:

“Congrats you went to the bathroom.” Jafar yawned, before placing his hands under his head. “There’s more than ten yards of grass with sunlight, unless I see your name of the grass, back off.”

“I wasn’t asking for a congratulations; I’m asking for my spot back.” Marie huffed, frustrated she wasn’t immediately getting her way like she was used to. “Yes, but the rest of grass is tainted by weeds. This spot doesn’t have any.”

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Marie was very particular about pretty much everything in her life, including her calorie intake. This made her incredibly cautious of all things that were put into her body. As she took a sip of her diet soda, it only took her a single gulp to realize it wasn’t how she left it. The girl’s apology through laughter did little to calm her. “You just go around putting things in people’s drinks? Don’t you think that’s a bit weird and creepy?”

Fawn sat across from her unsuspecting victim with anticipation, the bottle of lemon juice she’d used to squeeze a generous amount of into their drink moments earlier hidden underneath the table. As they took a sip she couldn’t contain her laughter any longer, hardly even waiting for a reaction before she burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she apologized halfheartedly, “but you have to admit that was pretty funny.”

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It’s okay if you don’t like me, not everyone has good taste.

Magnus Bane (via incorrectshadowhuntersquotes)

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berliozb:

Marie. chéri, Marie. The headache that always followed him around. When they were children, it was a headache he openly took in and was willing to take care of. She was his little sister, after all. But as of late, when he finally opened his fucking eyes, he wasn’t so fond of her. Strong jaw setting, his eyes bore of disinterest and fell away from the girl. There was no way he was going to be getting this girl out of the room with an argument. But there were other tactics he had in mind.  “Following me now.” He stated more than asked, his fingers lining the keys of the grand piano. It wasn’t hard to figure out the girl had staged this. She was clever, and her need to open a conversation with him was no secret. “I thought you were above that.”

Marie remembered a time when a grin so unique to Berlioz adorned his face when he greeted her; now he barely glanced at her. She pretended to be oblivious to the way he paid more attention to the piano even when speaking to her, as if the conversation wasn’t even a fraction of interesting as the keys. The instrument that once brought them closer together now acted as a barrier. The blonde was never one good at camouflaging her feelings, and the fact that she felt he wasn’t giving her his full attention only continued to frustrate her. “I didn’t know you still had such a high opinion of me,” she replied dryly.

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* ✶ — SOCIAL MEDIA + MARIETTE BEAUMONT

2/∞ – twitter (ft. toulouse & @berliozb)

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“Watch where you’re going; you almost made me drop my custom-designed phone.”

Wendy was walking back from class trying to wrap her mind around what she had supposedly learned in the last sixty minutes. Whoever thought business was a backup-plan major clearly had never taken financing. Lost in her thoughts, she nearly lost her footing when someone bumped into her. “Oh, I’m sorry…?”

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d-blake:

Daphne replied with a touch of smugness in her smile to the girl’s dull laugh. She reminded her quite a bit of the girl’s she surrounded herself with back at home. “If there was, I’d be there. I’m usually the reason events are fun. I don’t believe we met, though. I’m Daphne!”

Marie had been to plenty of parties on campus without ever meeting this girl, so she was not completely convinced this girl was as she acted. However, Marie entertained her, regardless, in case the redhead could actually be helpful. “Are you now? Well, you’ll have to keep me up to date. Je m’apelle Marie. Beaumont.”