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Magnus + his ice cold temper

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WHEN YOU STAY UP LATE in r e t r o g r a d e !! watch the LONERS gracefully get laid. ACROSS THE COUCH, couple friends sprawling O U T. && we don’t touch much, like S P I R I T U A L MAKE OUT. && we all D I E, but not i !! i don’t live here, i live in the …

C O S M O S !! 

AN INDEPENDENT MULTI MUSE ACCOUNT FT. SOME ALIENS. SELECTIVE, 18+.

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Reblog if you’re multiple ship, but also allow Polyamorous ships..

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okay please reblog this if you are happy to write lengthy threads with long, complicated plots and multiple non-player characters, whilst driving the plot forward on a mutually-responsible, mutually-beneficial basis, sometimes winged and sometimes not, using the “yes and” technique to build a story 

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☆ CASSIOPEIA & GABRIEL ☆

“ are you TOO TERRIFIED to try your best ? Just to end up with an EDUCATED GUESS? Like success … Like those times you wake up MYSTIFIED . ( oh, it feels SO REAL in my sleep. ) never felt something so close I COULDN’T KEEP ”

( @nefetvri​ ) 

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i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me

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‘ it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed. ’ cabril bc i'm crazy for em !!

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he gave her a blank look. why was he not getting paid for dealing with her?  

                   ❛ do not. you literally just got out of bed. if i even see you looking at it too hard, i’m drinking the rest of the tequila. ❜

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‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep.  ’ ‘  omg here goes your lil crybaby ass.  ’ ‘  the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up.  ’ ‘  don’t start buddy. don’t you dare.  ’ ‘  gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right.  ’ ‘  not to vent, but: fuck.  ’ ‘  the worst pain is to make small talk with someone you once told everything to.  ’ ‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot.  ’ ‘  sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful.  ’ ‘  i want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again.  ’ ‘  shout out to the people who are still friends with me even though i’m a fucking idiot.  ’ ‘  it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed.  ’ ‘  i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out.  ’ ‘  i don’t go through people’s pictures on their phone cause i wasn’t raised in the jungle.  ’ ‘  i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water.  ’ ‘  i don’t have enough black clothes.  ’ ‘  sweetie, i could sleep for ten years and i’d still be tired.  ’ ‘  i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me.  ’ ‘  me??? tired??? sleepy??? yes, constantly.  ’ ‘  i’m pb&j – petty, bitter, and jealous.  ’ ‘  the fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if you go at your own pace and mind your own fucking business you too can succeed.  ’ ‘  i wish i could be the person i want to be, but i’m too tired.  ’ ‘  i always look sleep deprived. is that hot?  ’ ‘  just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough.  ’ ‘  my heart is a soft and sensitive mess.  ’ ‘  all i want is a big garden and no responsibilities.  ’ ‘  honestly someone not liking beyonce is a deal breaker and not for any political reasons, but just like you’re probably, definitely really boring.  ’ ‘  hey guys, i’m a huge fan of genuine love and affection.  ’ ‘  now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab.  ’ ‘  i’ve been ever since i heard ‘lonely’ by akon at 9 years-old.  ’ ‘  my new years resolution is to stop.  ’ ‘  i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way.  ’ ‘  i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened.  ’ ‘  i know i’m cute, but you can remind me.  ’ ‘  hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me????  ’ ‘  i can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n’ ever.  ’ ‘  me? clingy? yes. please don’t leave me.  ’ ‘  girlfriend application compatibility question: do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor?  ’ ‘  anything heart shaped is automatically 200% better. this is a fact.  ’ ‘  today’s agenda: screaming into the abyss.  ’ ‘  going from ‘today is a good day’ to ‘i hate my life’ takes me approximately 2.6 seconds.  ’ ‘  everyone needs to wash their face and go to bed.  ’ ‘  i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated.  ’ ‘  hey, can i claim you guys as dependents on my taxes?  ’ ‘  i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like  ’ ‘  i honestly just want to pack my bags and go travel the world and see and explore everything possible.  ’ ‘  remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED.  ’ ‘  why did we just accept catdog?  ’ ‘  my ‘stay in bed all day’ game’s too strong.  ’ ‘  you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.  ’ ‘  i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything!  ’ ‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on.  ’ ‘  honestly… us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin.  ’ ‘  would an alien think i’m pretty?  ’ ‘  i love boys, but only as a concept.  ’ ‘  why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here????  ’ ‘  i identify as an inconvenience to the world.  ’ ‘  i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao  ’ ‘  dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap.  ’ ‘  i’m literally tired of myself.  ’ ‘  don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol  ’ ‘  what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword.  ’ ‘  i highly recommend never having feelings.  ’ ‘  self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens.  ’ ‘  staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling  ’ ‘  do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends?  ’ ‘  um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me?  ’ ‘  date a girl who fucks everything up.  ’ ‘  not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost.  ’ ‘  i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing.  ’ ‘  a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot.  ’ ‘  you can start again anytime!  ’ ‘  all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much.  ’ ‘  you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep?  ’ ‘  i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway.  ’ ‘  tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again.  ’ ‘  first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down.  ’ ‘  i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of things costing money.  ’ ‘  don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh?  ’ ‘  who cares? do better, move on.  ’ ‘  i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income.  ’ ‘  appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb.  ’ ‘  thnks fr th mntl llnss.  ’ ‘  what  hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive.  ’ ‘  i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here.  ’ ‘  binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant.  ’ ‘  i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell.  ’ ‘  this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes.  ’ ‘  i’m alive, but only ironically.  ’ ‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me.  ’ ‘  do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo?  ’ ‘  lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat.  ’ ‘  my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’  ’ ‘  i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer!  ’ ‘  i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me?  ’ ‘  you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly.  ’ ‘  you son of a mumford!  ’ ‘  hi, i’m here to ruin everything.  ’ ‘  you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.  ’ ‘  the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him.  ’ ‘  everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho   ’ ‘  no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men.  ’ ‘  i need $$$$$ not feelings.  ’ ‘  ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again.  ’ ‘  oops, i don’t care lol  ’ ‘  why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth.  ’ ‘  maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,  ’ ‘  i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering.  ’ ‘  concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content.  ’ ‘  i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half.  ’ ‘  pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars.  ’ ‘  life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho.  ’ ‘  i have a question for u: like are u done… like is it over?  ’ ‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive.  ’ ‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself.  ’ ‘  whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong.  ’ ‘  new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter.  ’

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aliienantfarm:

“yaaas boy, drink up!” she giggles as she watches him take his shot, super glad that he at least trying to catch up. he seemed pretty grumpy, and what better way to relax than to get drunk with a fellow celestial being? she certainly couldn’t think of a better way to spend her time.

“an angelic wolf? how enticing,” she flashed him a sloppy smile, curiosity growing by the moment. she didn’t even know that angels could have last names. that was like, totally unfair. why did an angel get a last name when she didn’t get a last name? oh well, at least she got a cute title.

     “seems fitting, too. there’s definitely something angelic about you…but there’s darkness too. you’re like…” like me, she almost said. instead she laughed, shaking her head.

why scare him even further? he obviously didn’t know about his destiny. it was her job to open his eyes, though. that much was clear. the universe gave her orders and she took them…usually. especially if the orders involved a cute boy.

“i was named after a vain, arrogant queen in the sky,” cassiopeia sighed, changing the subject for him but just slightly. “so i guess not all names are fitting. sorry.”

     ( she was, of course, in complete denial about the fact that she had the capacity to be vain and arrogant, at times )

he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, feeling an almost reluctant smile breaking across his face. he shook his head, grin still there, and gestured for another drink. she may not have been drinking anymore, but he didn’t think he was going to survive this night sober. give him another three or four drinks, and that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. 

though he couldn’t tell you when it exactly he took his first sip of alcohol, but he knew it hadn’t taken long for him to learn he could hold his liquor twice as well as anyone else he knew. he didn’t know how it worked, so he wasn’t going to theorize; he was just thankful and bitter, all the same.

“angelic wolf,” he mused, “primal angel. both, neither.” he blinks, realizing he was humoring her ridiculous idea. oh, what the hell. she clearly wasn’t letting go of the idea, and there was no point in being a buzzkill. “maybe that’s what my parents were going for. enticing.”

        the really stupid part,  though? he found himself hanging onto her words. like what, he wanted to demand. like who? except he didn’t. the moment was gone before he could, and she was laughing it off. he nodded his thanks to the bartender, knocking back his shot. he couldn’t tell you why he was going along with this. he knew better, and yet something in him wanted to know how that sentence ended.

( perhaps some part of him wanted to know if there was any truth to what he was saying. if it would explain his sudden bouts of memory loss, or why sometimes, if he thought something, no, wished hard enough— )

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the expression on his face evened out, all tension disappearing. maybe he was a little drunker than he thought. what she was saying was nonsense, and he was an idiot if he forgot that.

when she told him the history behind her name, he couldn’t help but feel he somehow knew that. he lifted his brows a little sympathetically. “that says a lot about how your parents feel about you,” he deadpanned. his lips quirked, a sign that he was only teasing. “at least it’s a cool name. much more original than gabriel.”

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she should probably be in her bed at this point and she’s starting to feel it. when he pushes her back into her chair for the second time, she recognizes she’s past the point of needing to drink any more. earth was her first experience with fun, really. the drinking age on luna was two hundred, because of the utter potency of the drinks. here on earth she was grandma aged, had a fake ID, and could pretty much do whatever she wanted. maybe she was going a little too hard, but she told herself she deserved to have a little fun.

she rolls her eyes at his objection. typical celestial beings, they loved to pretend to be mysterious or whatever. that’s why they made the lunars keep so many of their secrets, or whatever. cass once asked zeus why luna wasn’t a little bigger if it had so many secrets inside, but she never got an answer. whatever. guess he had more pressing matters to attend to. or he’d never seen mean girls. either way, he lost points in cassiopeia’s book.

     “if you say so,” she chimed in a sing-song voice, giggling at herself. “but i know the truth. i always know the truth.”

“really? no one has ever asked if it hurt when you fell from heaven?” she looked impressed, having been asked the same thing but annoying human fboys. it was like, a super common pick up line apparently. “score. three points for originality, go cass!” cheering herself on as she leaned onto the bar for support. “gabriel,” she tasted the name on her tongue, a quirk of her eyebrow. “you do realize that’s the most angelic name ever, right?”

gabriel has to take a moment to actually think about that. her odd delivery aside, the whole did it hurt when you fell from heaven bit is pretty common, now that he thinks about it. he’s just never heard it aimed towards him. he chalks it up to his uncomfortable, if not downright unapproachable demeanor, but that certainly hasn’t stopped cass. then again, cass thinks she’s a princess of a lunar... something, so he isn’t putting too much stock in her words or behavior. 

from now on, he thinks, he’s just going to ignore drunk people at all costs.

he rolls his eyes at her comment about his name. “that, i’ve heard before,” he mutters, downing the rest of his shot, before pushing the glass away. he wonders what his parents were thinking, giving him a name like that. he has half a mind to call them and chew them out for it.

the second he thinks so, though, he realizes he doesn’t remember their number. when was the last time he talked to them? what are their names? 

before he can think too deeply about it, he remembers that they’re on vacation out of the country right now anyway. he loses any motivation to call them, and the very thought of them vanishes from his mind.

he turns his attention back to his companion, reluctant as he is to be in her company. “my last name means wolf, so there. angelic ruse dispelled.”

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Monday. Monday, Monday, Monday. The day that no one likes and for good reason. It’s the day when everyone returns to work and school after a nice relaxing weekend. Gabby is no exception to the not liking Mondays rule. She hates them, especially since she has her least favorite classes on that day. Double chemistry and algebra. Just her luck for all her gen-eds to happen on one day. Luckily she does have an English class at least. And Psychology and Ethics are both not bad. 

She’s trying to pay attention and take notes in chemistry when a note appears on the back of her hand. Birthday? Call Chris. She smiles. Must be her soulmate. She would write back and ask whose birthday but she has to take notes or risk failing the class. Not that she’s enjoying the experience at all. She continues writing her notes with a sigh. She’d much rather be talking to her soulmate. 

Long shift today–6:30. That sucks for her soulmate. Gabby is lucky enough to not need to work but she knows that many of her friends and classmates aren’t so lucky. In fact, she wouldn’t mind working herself, though she isn’t sure where. Her sarcastic and overly honest personality don’t exactly make her cut out for customer service. Wash before you die, billie, please. Uh oh. Should she be worried for her soulmate’s hygiene? She’s about to comment, chemistry notes be damned, when another, stranger note appears. It seems to be quite important to her soulmate since it is underlined. The roommate’s been dead the whole time!!!!!!!! Gabby hopes she’s talking about something she’s reading, watching, or writing. Otherwise that’s pretty sad.

When she receives the apology note from her soulmate, she smiles and writes back: No problem. I know the feeling. Double chemistry today. She’ll just get whatever notes she misses from her friend Liz who just so happens to be actually good at chemistry.  Waiting for the answer from her soulmate seems more important now. 

billie tries to focus on class while she waits for a reply from her soulmate. there’s no doubt this stuff is going to be on the exam, since they’ve been going over it for, like, three days. which means she should have a pretty good grip on it. except she finds it difficult to pay attention in this class, so anything she has learned this semester is questionable, at best. but she’d prefer to at least pretend she stands a fighting chance at passing.

          ( she has a rule, just for things like this: when in doubt, make stuff up. )

talking to her soulmate is one of her favorite ways to pass time. billie has never believed that soulmates have to be romantic; in fact, she knows they don’t. her mother has two soulmates: her husband and her older brother. familial and platonic soulmates aren’t rare, but they’re definitely in the minority. billie doesn’t particularly care if this one is platonic or not. her soulmate is still her friend, and that’s the important part.

she looks down when her soulmate replies, giving a sympathetic wince. she hates chemistry. she uncaps her marker again, tapping it against her chin as she contemplates her reply. after a moment, she twirls the pen between her fingers, then presses it to her skin. i’d say don’t go, but i’m a terrible influence, please don’t listen to me.

she quickly puts her marker down when she feels her professor’s eyes on her. he gives her a pointed look, but doesn’t say anything. technically, you aren’t supposed to talk to your soulmate during class, since it’s no different from texting. but she’s seen him do it once or twice, so she doubts he’ll say anything.

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        ❛ yeah…  i haven’t got the best luck in bars  ,  think you can tell. ❜  an outright lie  ,  but it wasn’t as if he could outright admit that he had gotten into a situation with a werewolf.  a weak nod was given in response  ,  bloodied hand brought up to wipe along an equally bloody cheek as he gave a small smile.

❛ never been better…  i just need somewhere to clean up.  can’t exactly walk around looking like this  ,  y’know  ? ❜

           addie purses her lips, looking him over for a second. if this is some ruse to get into her house and violently murder him, he deserves some type of reward for the effort he’s put in. he looks like shit. and she’s a bitch on occasion, but she can’t just turn him away. and angie’s staying over a friend’s house for the weekend, so that’s one less thing she needs to worry about.

     a little reluctantly, she steps aside, letting him in.  ❛ take a seat anywhere. i’ll go grab the first aid kit. ❜

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in a more sober state cass might have noted the other’s disinterest and moved on. might, because there’s a slight chance that she would have pushed her company on him regardless. he was ridiculously cute and she loved being around ridiculously cute people. as it was, he’d bought her a drink and she considered that to be all the in she needed. you don’t just buy drinks for someone if you’re not looking to hang out with them. cass had only been on earth for half a year, but even she knew that! so he was kind of stuck with her, for the time being. at least until something shinier or prettier caught her constantly drifting attention. 

“you’re welcome!” cass chirped back, not an ounce of sarcasm hidden in her slurred speech. drinking always made her feel a little…disconnected. smoking weed made her connection with the universe stronger than ever, but drinking did tend to muddle things. that’s why it took her a few seconds longer than it usually would have, for her to realize there was something off about this man. in the best way, of course. she was too drunk to know much at this particular moment, but there was one thing she knew: this dude was not from earth!

the moment the realization hit her, cassiopeia gazed at him with intent heart eyes. she so rarely met other aliens on earth, and god…she loved human, but she was so much more interested in the rest of the universe and what it had to offer her. even if this guy was from earth, he was definitely not human. 

his question barely registered to her at first, and for a moment cassiopeia just continued smiling at him. stupidly. she could feel his cosmic energy now, and it felt like nothing she’d ever felt before. entirely entranced, it was her own voice that broke her out of her trance, “princess cassiopeia of the lunar city is my official title. a lot of earthlings call me cass,” she answered, her curious eyes wandering over his figure momentarily.

“you’re not an earthling though, are you? nah, you’re way too cute to be human. you must be like, an angel or something…” cass giggled almost falling out of her bar stool for the hundredth time that night as she realized the truth in her own words of jest. the universe giving her a warm feeling of confirmation in her gut, one she only got when a hunch was true. “what’s your name?”

the situation only gets worse when she starts looking at him like he’s some form of god or something. he very much just wants to walk away from her, but he gets the feeling she wouldn’t let him. that look in her eyes says she’d definitely follow him if he tried to leave, and that’d end in her falling on her face or something, and fuck, he really doesn’t need that on his conscience. that’s only marginally worse than the starry-eyed look she’s giving him, but he does, on occasion, aim to be a good person.

then she starts talking, and his motivation to be anything even resembling a good person starts to dwindle. he may not be feeling the buzz, but it’s obvious she’s far past that stage.

she starts to fall out of her seat again, and he instinctively lunges to catch her. “o-kay, princess.” he pushes her back onto her seat, gently but firmly, and sighs. “i’m definitely from earth, and you have definitely had too much to drink.” he throws a look to the bartender, silently cutting her off. if she’s talking this crazy to him, he doesn’t want to think about how impaired the rest of her judgement. 

if there is a heaven, i better make it in for this.

     a hint of amusement comes with the thought, but he doesn’t know why.

he doesn’t know what to think about her “official title” other than liquor is having worse effects on people every day. “but that’s definitely first time someone’s used that pick up line,” he mutters. he wonders how many dates that one has gotten her, but isn’t interested enough to ask, or believe that he’ll get a coherent answer right now. “and my name is gabriel. just... gabriel.”

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aliienantfarm:

     cassiopeia is a very particular combination of drunk, oblivious, and self-centered. she feels nothing but excitement as the complete stranger buys her drink, and the smile on her face only brightens. she barely even registers the sarcasm in his voice as he uses her title –– one she’s always coveted, but not one that particularly fits her. which was why her grandmother had been so entirely adamant about sending cassiopeia to earth, for three hundred years before she was even allowed to look at the throne. she had to learn to be humble, or something like that. cass didn’t quite understand where she was supposed to find these kind, humble humans her father told her about. everyone she met seemed to be living a lush lifestyle, just like the princess herself.

     of course, no one knew ( or believed, for that matter ) that she was a princess. so perhaps that’s where the humbling came from. 

     “dude, thanks!” she chirped excitedly, having no trouble making her voice heard over the music. “tequila!” cass shouted at the bartender now, wobbling slightly on her barstool. grace was always something that came easily to her, but these human drinks had a tendency to disconnect her from gravity and make her a bit clumsy –– floating off the stool one moment and crashing down the next. a drunk cass wasn’t very good at being incognito. cassiopeia turned back to the stranger, very drunk and very serious as she spoke, “you are the coolest guy in this bar. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” she nodded wisely before shooting back the shot that landed in front of her, no chaser and no face of discomfort. most would say that a drunk girl at a bar wasn’t the best judge of character, but with cassiopeia’s innate connection to the universe and the souls in said universe, she felt capable of giving her opinion.

gabriel wonders if his shaky morals should include limiting a stranger’s drinks. it’s definitely not his business what happens if she gets drunk out of her mind, so he can’t say he cares that much. he believes in people getting what they deserve. if she chooses to drink nonstop, then the resulting hangover and potential blackouts are all on her. even so, his morals definitely include not letting people get taken advantage of, just because they’re inebriated, and she’s already falling out of her seat. he holds out an arm to steady her, pushing down any irritation he might feel. he was hoping to be at least a little drunk before he had to deal with this kind of thing, but three shots isn’t even enough to give him a slight buzz.

“thank you for that ringing endorsement,” he says dryly. “next time someone calls me boring, i’ll make sure to let them know that you said that.” he doesn’t know if the words of a drunk, what, college student?, means anything, except that a college student is drunk.  he doesn’t ever recall being that person, but he’s been around long enough to know that nights at a bar around finals time typically just means someone’s going to do something unbearably stupid. which, again, not his business, but he’d rather he didn’t have to witness it.

                        so he should leave. he could leave. he wi... okay, he might...

                                               dammit.

              “what’s your name?”

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This is a PSA to ANY of my followers.

TAG ME IN STUFF.

YOU’RE NOT ANNOYING ME.

SEEING STUFF IN MY TAG.

MAKES MY DAY.

LIKE SERIOUSLY.

YOU THOUGHT OF ME. 

YOU INCLUDED ME IN YOUR POST.

YOU WANTED ME TO SEE SOMETHING.

BLESS YOUR SWEET SOUL.

BLESS.

YOUR.

SOUL.

[nefetvri-blog]

if guardian angels rly do exist mine is off somewhere drinking vodka straight from the bottle and pretending i don’t exist

[nefetvri-blog]

I already have 943 other threads with you, but let’s start another.