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i want a plot where MUSE A is a wealthy gorgeous socialite, their mother constantly setting them up with wealthy partners because she doesn’t believe her child can get a partner that she would approve of without her. but MUSE A has a best friend, MUSE B a bartender just barely getting by, whose been with MUSE A through all the heartbreak and annoyance of their mother constantly setting them up with boring dates that only talk about themselves. MUSE B has feelings for MUSE A but doesn’t feel good enough for them/ knows that their mother wouldn’t approve. more or less MUSE A starting to think and wonder why they aren’t dating MUSE B, since they’ve always been there for them and seem to actually like them for more than just their beauty and wealth

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*is desperate to gain Tem's attention* "Will you stay by my side?"

♛ — ღ ⊰ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ ⊱ ღ — ✘ HER HUSBAND WAS BEING his clingy self. Tempest was well-aware of that. In all honesty, she didn’t mind. Narfi reminded her of a Iron-Pickle sometimes, and he was adorable; it was also hard to resist him. “I’m with you right now,” she told him. “Gosh, so clingy.” A chuckle slipped past her lips. Slinging her arms around his neck, she scooted closer and leaned to press her lips against his. 

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suddenly, everything was different…

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"Don't forget, okay?" Not like he was easy to forget in the first place.

♛ — ღ ⊰ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ ⊱ ღ — ✘ CHUCKLED AT HER HUSBAND’S words, arching her brow playfully at him. “Forget you? I’m still young to get an Alzheimer’s,” she teased. “And besides, I thought you’re the ‘unforgettable guy’? What happened to that confidence?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

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he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.

the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing.  (via tonkinwrites)

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Armie Hammer for TIFF Vanity Fair Portraits 2017 by Justin Bishop

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On set of the Victoria’s Secret Holiday 2017 campaign in Aspen, Colorado • Via Instagram Stories (@angelcandices)

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angelcandices 🌎💙

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AIDEN.

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“So do we file for divorce, or must we hold that off for now?” Aiden questioned, standing in her house, being stared at by their child. He’d never wanted a child. He’d never even wanted marriage. But he’d been so engrossed in his feelings for Tempest that everything had happened so quickly that he could barely slow himself, or their relationship down. He’d grown to love it over the years; grown to love everything that he thought he’d hate, but now things had turned bitter. Maybe that was down to how fast their relationship had happened in the first place, but he blamed himself just as much as he blamed her. “Perhaps we should do this when we are alone; when our daughter does not have to watch. Is there nobody who can look after her?”

♛ — ღ ⊰ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ ⊱ ღ — ✘ RUSHING THROUGH LIFE HAD been a mistake. They had been young and in-love when they decided to get married and have a family. Back then, she had been criticized for that decision, but she had been hopeful, envisioning a bright future for them. However, it did not turn out as she had wanted. Did she regret it? No, she did not. Having their daughter was probably the only thing that was right, despite all the wrongs they had dealt with. “I-I don’t know. Maybe we can hold it off for now.” If it were up to her, she wouldn’t want to go through it; would’ve asked him to make it work. But it was futile, considering that he seemed hell-bent for the two of them to have it. “I’ll go ask my Mom.  . . to look after her.” The child, as young as she was, had been understanding of their situation; she’d assured Lee incessantly that it wasn’t her fault, and that, they both didn’t love her any less. “We need to make a few--” More like, a lot, “of adjustments.” God, she hated talking about this in front of their kid, but sadly, this was he reality that she had to deal with. 

aiden & tempest

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MILA.

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“Well I can take her to school if you have something else you need to do, you always know that, don’t you?” she spoke about his child. Mila had grown up hating the sight of children, grumpy enough to be sure she’d hate to have one in her life. But as she’d grown into a young adult she’d realised she loved children more than anything and wanted plenty of her own. Unfortunately she wasn’t she whether that might be possible and was too scared to go back to the doctor’s about it, so having Storm’s child in her life was the next best thing. Mila had slept round the night before and was free of anything else that might hold her up.

♚ — ϟ ⊰ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ⊱ ϟ — ✘ THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS MOSTLY beneficial, with no strings attached. But his child, unexpectedly, had grown attached to Mila. She had become part of the father and son’s routine, attuned to their lifestyle. In all honesty, the man couldn’t imagine life without her anymore. Whether there were feelings involved now or not, he didn’t bother finding out; he just wanted to enjoy what they had. Admittedly, ever since she came, his parenting had gotten better, the female serving as an extension -- close to a mother -- in helping him. “Well, we can pick him up together,” he suggested. “Leo got upset with me last night, and I might need your help dealing with that rascal.” A chuckle slipped past his lips. “You’re going to act as our mediator.”

mila & storm

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HANNES.

Tempest seemed to have picked up on the truth because something in the way she looked & spoke had changed. Despite her trying to lighten up the situation, he was well aware that a being such as himself, no matter how well intent he might’ve been, was a threat towards a human. “Hunters reek. Thankfully, the only thing I can sniff on you is the sweat mixed with perfume on your skin. FYI, get a more subtle fragrance. It’s making me choke.” He wasn’t quipping. His sensitive nose was just too sensitive for his own sake sometimes. 

His gaze remained intent upon her as he increased the distance between them. Sayori’s death might’ve left him with an unending thirst and a depression, but he’d grown to learn how to keep it at bay. “I have a son, a late wife and two beautiful grandchildren. I doubt I’d want to foolishly poison myself now. I’ll settle for blood tablets, so you have nothing to worry about.” 

♛ — ღ ⊰ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ ⊱ ღ — ✘ OUGHT TO BE SCARED, but a part of her thought that, perhaps, he didn’t mean any harm. If he were to kill her, then he would’ve done it earlier. Besides, her instinct, which was correct most of the time, didn’t sense any impending danger; he didn’t emit any malevolent vibes, too. But then again, her analysis could be wrong. “Oh?” Her eyes widened at his response. “So hunters exist, too?” 

        Looking up, she locked her gaze to his. As he delved about his life -- his child, late wife, and granchildren -- she listened intently. It was still surreal for her, talking to a real vampire, though the mention of his late spouse made him look and sound human. It was surely saddening for his part. While it was considered cool to be immortal, it must have been painful to go through many losses. “I see.” Her lips curled into a smile. The reassurance of his being harmless was enough. "So.  .  . how are you faring with your immortality?” she wondered. 

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WHEN PERSON A GENTLY TOUCHES PERSON B’S SCARS  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Candice Swanepoel

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like if you save ♥

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Candice Swanepoel at Mert and Marcus’ book launch in NYC 7/9/17 (photo via @publichotels Instagram story)

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deannahaganmua Dream on… @angelcandices & @guyaroch