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vhsmeme‌: 

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’ 

* interview the muse

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If you could say sorry to a former lover who would it be and why?

interrogate my muse! | ACCEPTING.

“sorry, huh? …i give up. i got nothing.”

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what's the story with you and gianna?

interrogate my muse! | ACCEPTING.

“well, it’s…long. i’ve known her my whole life and we dated in high school : almost the entire four years. when i dropped out in senior year, i left town and i asked her to come with me. she said no, so we broke up. that’s the summarized version ; the full version is practically an entire star wars trilogy length saga with just as many awkward dialogue choices but probably far less complaints about sand.” / @ftgianna

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👀- if you could go back to one of your exes who would it be?

send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! | ACCEPTING.

“no, i did not attend clown college actually but thank you for asking. i appreciate the interest in me.”

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👀if there was one thing you could change about yourself, what would it be?

send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! | ACCEPTING.

“the fact that i’ve seen the 2010 nightmare on elm street remake. a HUGE lapse in judgment on my part, but as usual i got all caught up in the katie cassidy of it all.”

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Interrogate my muse!

ask about their relationships, crushes, past, regrets… anything! nothing is off limits!

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Top 3 people in town you'd consider being in a relationship with?

send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! | ACCEPTING.

“yeah, see, the thing is that i’m on season two of CHiPs and it’s a six season box set, so needless to say i don’t really have time for a relationship right now.”

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👀 do you think we would have made it if you stayed in town?

send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! | ACCEPTING.

“we didn’t break up because i didn’t stay.”

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👀 what are three things that you love unconditionally?

send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! | ACCEPTING.

“my motorcycle, hawaiian pizza, and val kilmer’s batman.”

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👀 what's your biggest fear ?

send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! | ACCEPTING.

“raccoons.”

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Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

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flossiehawkinss‌: 

Flossie groaned at the amount of crumbs on her files, and she moved her files to her laps. “I don’t want your pineapple cream cheese bloody danish! I want my case!” She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Sage, sage, SAFE!” She moaned as she looked at the glass case and back to his brown hues. “We’re not talking about pastries are we? You are changing the subject. Because you know, deep down, deep deep down-THAT IS MY CASE! And you know I don’t play dirty, but I can play dirty damn it!” She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to look serious. But she probably looked like a little dog growling. “Look, I’m just asking you to stay in your lane? Is that too hard to ask?”

          sage tipped his head back and groaned. he had caught a glimpse of the detective’s case file while he was spilling danish crumbs all over it, and from what he saw, he recognized it as a case that he is indeed working on, too. “i didn’t know that it was yours.” he’s supposed to check with law enforcement when he takes a case with criminal elements involved, but even when it’s the chief of police who hires him, he's far more likely to run off and do his own thing. if he had to think about protocol and wait around for the cops all the time, then he’s quite certain that he would never get anything done, which he’s starting to feel like a broken record with how often he’s told flossie. “come on. i’ve seen footloose too many times to be capable of purposely stepping on your toes.”

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hazelbasil‌: 

Being greeted in the same sing-song tone of voice would occasionally lead her to believe that he was mocking her. But in this specific moment, she found it comical and charming. Her soft child-like giggles were uncommon; except for when she found herself under the influence and unable to filter herself. Closing the door behind her, Hazel kicked off her shoes closer to the door and then made her way to the couch. The bruentte slloppily placed her bag of snacks on the table in front of the couch before she plopped herself down right next to Sage. 

Chocolate hues widened as she rested her eyes on the cold pizza. This wasn’t her first rodeo of cold pizza; whether that was because she was too drunk to care, taking scraps during her time on the street, or when she decided that she wanted a slice for breakfast. Point being, Hazel began taking bites out of the hawaiian slice. “I don’t care what anyone says. Pineapple does belong on pizza,” she exclaimed with a light smile. “Thank you,” she then added. At least she remembered her manners while completely intoxicated. She used her free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, meanwhile crossing her legs together on the couch. 

“Just someone from my past – Someone I loved,” she exhaled in annoyance. “I don’t really wanna talk about it,” she waved her hand with the slice of pizza around as she spoke before taking another bite. “They don’t love me, they love someone else. Story of my fucking life…,” she trailed on, rolling her eyes. Didn’t she just say she didn’t want to talk about it? Clearly Hazel doesn’t know what she wants right now. “You were sleeping, weren’t you?” Real smooth in trying to change the subject, he’ll never know what you’re up too. 

          he dug the remote out from in between the couch cushions and pointed it at the television, returning to the netflix home screen. “on pizza and on everything else that’s meant to be eaten with a topping.” sage answered hazel with a hum of agreement and reached for one of the remaining slices. he didn’t have much else to offer besides the pizza. he knew that there were a few beers in his fridge, but one look at hazel and he was balking at the thought of handing her a bottle. 

          i don’t really wanna talk about it. sage didn’t need to be told twice when the topic was something serious. he shrugged and bit into his pizza again, but when she continued talking he turned and looked at her with a bewildered frown. “that sucks,” he supplied, “i’ve never felt that way before, but i've seen pretty in pink fourteen times and i know all the words to jessie’s girl,” he offered with a smile, glad that he had managed to come up with something he deemed as helpful. he’s found that people are comforted by others claiming to understand how they feel.

          when sage was startled awake by the click of his front door being unlocked, he had peeled himself off of the couch and glanced around in bewilderment for a moment before he realized what must have happened. “i dozed off,” he informed hazel with a shrug. “i was working on a case. if i had known that we would be dining together this evening, then i would’ve ordered an extra large pizza.” sage grinned and took a bite out of his slice. “oh well. there’s always next time.”

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hazelbasil‌: 

Expect the unexpected should just be Hazel’s new motto. Things happen to her without her ever having an inkling that they are going to happen lately. It was more than she could handle at this point in time. So with several shots and a joint later, Hazel’s mind instantly thought of one person in particular where she didn’t have to be serious or talk about anything that was important: Sage. The two of them have know one another for quite some time now, almost as if the two of them had known one another for longer. It was a constant battle of flirtation, even when Hazel didn’t give it back in return. Somehow Sage still had the capacity even when Hazel was being a total bitch and unphased by his words.

The woman made a brief stop at the corner store, picking up a variety of snacks – moreso on the sweet side – and then continued her way to Sage’s place. Hazel being in an obvious unsober state by glazed eyes and slurred speech, not only was she grabbing snacks as a peace offering of sorts to Sage, but she was going to need them as well. She reached the male’s place, knocking on the door. When he didn’t answer in a matter of seconds, she started saying in a sing-song type of tone, “Saage oh Sage – It’s meeee, Champagneeee.” In between her words she made soft, quiet giggles. Just then, the woman remembered where Sage had left his spare key. If you didn’t know, it actually was a pretty clever hiding place. As she opened the door she called out, ”I brought snacks!”

Once she made eye contact with Sage she began, “Alright – I don’t know about you but, I’ve had a real shitty week. I know you don’t want to hear it but long story short, my past came, bent me over and royally fucked me in the ass. So, you and I are gonna talk shit and watch Stand By Me, The Lost Boys, Top Gun, Gremlins,” she waved her hands in the air and shook her head, “–Honestly I don’t give a shit what it is, Sage. We’re going back to the eighties tonight. Okay? Okay.”

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          he’s had something like fifteen apartments since moving out of his dad’s house, the unpredictable cash flow of freelance life combined with how easily he can forget to do things such as submit his payments has led to more than one eviction notice landing on his doorstep over the years. his current place is just another apartment on the list to him. there’s enough space for his couch and somewhere to plug in the ridiculous sixty inch plasma television he once blew an entire paycheck for a case on, so as far as sage is concerned it’s got everything he could possibly need.

          he was flipping through some files on a case with weird science or ferris bueller’s day off or teen wolf on for background noise while he ate three - quarters of a large hawaiian pizza from beyond the crust by himself. it all rushed back to him the moment he jolted awake, startled by the telltale click of his front door being unlocked. dozed off on the couch, sage mused as scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. he had let out a small sound of relief the moment that he realized the voice was familiar, his mood flipping instantly. “haaaaaaazel,” he greeted her in the same singsong tone that he always uses when he sees her. some days it’s solely to annoy her, but if she seems down then it’s to try and get a smile out of her. 

          sage was smiling thinly as he lifted his head and looked at her. glazed over eyes and armfuls of snacks that it looked like she had ripped off the racks without even looking at the labels means that she’s probably wasted. his brain worked in its usual hyper - observant way. he began collecting the papers from his case file that were scattered all around him on the couch. once he was done, he patted the spot beside him and gestured to the three slices of pizza that were left in the box on his coffee table. “it’s probably cold, but have at it,” he told hazel, quickly growing distracted as he glanced around in search of the remote. “can you at least tell me who we’re talking shit about?”

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flossiehawkinss‌: 

“Sage!” Flossie out roared as she caught him sitting at his own at the coffee shop. She slammed her body down on the chair infront of him, pushing files towards him. “I like you, I really do -You’re good at what you do, and when people hire you-even though I don’t like it” She tried to be calm. “I let you do it, I let you do your job…As that is your job.” She flipped open a file, falling on a picture. “But when I see you investigating one of my cases, that is when I do not like it. I am part of a government operation…You are a private operation–So for the last friggin’ time, can you confer with me first?”

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          all the things that he does on purpose with the intention of irritating local law enforcement, but every single time it’s the one thing he doesn’t do on purpose that seems to be the most disruptive. “detective hawkins,” sage greeted her brightly, as though her presence was a pleasant surprise. “you’re just in time to snag the last bite of this pineapple cream cheese danish.” he picked up the half - eaten pastry that was on the table in front of him and held it out to her ( spilling crumbs all over her file, most likely ). “it was the last one they had in that display case up front, so if you turn it down now, then you’re not gonna get another chance to try it until tomorrow morning because they only put out the one freshly baked batch per day according to the barista on the register right now and i trust her because i worked here for three days in high school, so i know for a fact that they don’t pay their employees enough to lie about their pastry production schedule.”

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natedeluca‌: 

“When have I ever ordered veggie Pizza? I’m a personal trainer, I work out several hours a day, I need the calories of actual pizza. So no need to stress, I got it.”

          “veggie pizza is actual pizza...isn’t it? as in, it’s just a regular old pizza but instead of delicious toppings like ham and pineapple, there’s a big heaping pile of broccoli and spinach and strawberries and other gross vegetables on top? what else would it be? oh god, if i wasn’t a notorious snoop, i’d probably be wondering if i even want to know the answer to that question right about now.”

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