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FIVE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN.

01 | the wanted connection clicked so well with me because i, too, have an annoyingly pretty older sister with gr8 hair

02 | the weirdo baby of the family

03 | [ macklemore vc ] when i was third grade i thought i was gay because i could draw ... i was right !

04 | goal in dressing up is to be As Goth as POSSIBLE

05 | have only just met topher but would die for him

FIVE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN

01 | the difference is in this chart. marnie is a chaotic butch and i’m clearly a neutral femme, know your gays

02 | i’ve never been to new hampshire, wyoming, or colorado ( aka the places marnie has lived in ! )

03 | my parents are my best friends ( or at least my dad is ) and they’re each other’s best friends, so the family dynamic is different !

04 | when cigarettes were easily accessible, marnie was a regular smoker while i only smoke when drunk and/or having an existential crisis 

05 | much to my misfortune, i’m also attracted to men

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☼  •  —    ❝  please,  ❞  he says as he tugs at the double doors at the west entrance of the cheyenne country club, the word coming a bit breathlessly as he struggles to close them against the howling wind and the snow —  oh stars, there’s so much  s n o w  —  just toppling in through parted cherry panes in spite of his best efforts. and for all that topher can appreciate their aesthetic —  and he can, they’re gorgeous and they let in so much beautiful, natural light  in the afternoon —  this is the second winter and the second blizzard he’s experienced with this particular set of french doors and he can say with absolute certainty that they are the worst. (  they’ll be gone by spring, he’s already decided. FIX THIS  ) the icy wind breaks for a fraction of a second and he stumbles back on the slick hardwood when the doors suddenly slam shut. that he actually manages to keep his footing on the icy floor instead of slipping and falling on his ass is a small miracle, and the several long seconds that follow before he turns around are just as much spent appreciating that blessing as they are trying to catch his breath. a grin pulls out the dimples in wind-bitten rose-stained cheeks as his gaze lands on the other snow-covered survivor. ❝  make yourself at home. i can get y’some dry clothes if you’d like, maybe a towel.  ❞  he tugs a damp wool hoodie over his head and shakes the ice out of his curls. ❝  an’ there’s  been a fire burnin’ in the lounge all day if y’wanna warm up. ❞

three years is long; but marnie didn’t expect that it’d be enough to erase her memory of the road to home. it’s not entirely her fault —  there’s more snow than road tonight, and even then, so much has changed in the sepia-toned city; much of the sleepy suburbs stood in a such a state of irretrievable disrepair that marnie could scarcely recognize them. her image of home is different from this; where marnie expects boring lines of near-identical brick houses with their well-manicured green lawns, she gets the sad picture of dilapidated buildings buried in blinding white snow. someone called this home too, once. it hurt to think about it.

some still stand, though. although the furious cold makes it difficult to believe that any life or hope remains, intuition draws her to the modest establishment just meters ahead, past the empty, rolling expanse of snow-covered fields.

the sight of a survivor is a relief. his warmth? even more so. his unselfish hospitality is enough to melt away the dour mood exhaustion had brought upon, and marnie almost smiles. ❝  well, you’re definitely not their security guard. ❞ it’s said with a slight scoff, her tone a strange mix of slight condescension and genuine amusement. ❝  do you always just let people in without inspection ? ❞ a grin cuts across her face, cheeky and flippant. ❝  i could be a serial killer, you know. ❞

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✘ — AOIFE.

“no! i’m being serious!” aoife turned towards the person, a soft expression on her face. “i had a bird that used to come around back at home. i used to put seed out for it in the morning before i went to school. do you think it got sad when i wasn’t there in the mornings any more? would it be mad at me? do we know how long birds can hold grudges for?” she’d often wondered how long the bird had shown up at her window until it gave up, moving on somewhere else. she wasn’t sure what state ireland was in, but she liked to think her little bird friend would have been able to find food somewhere else. 

Marnie Sergeant had a strong affinity for strangeness and sincerity. Often, the two came hand in hand, she appreciated it when people didn’t try to be anything but the most authentic version of themselves. “C’mon, dude, it’s a bird.” Though the words were said half-scoffing, a bright smile lit up her face. “They’re called bird-brained for a reason. Their heads are too small to hold grudges. Prolly’ for their own good.” Cheeky grin spreading wider, she added, “Now, if that were a cat, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

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how much do you miss ingrid

❝ kinda wish i was answering on some online platform so i could just give you a shrug emoji and leave it at that. ❞  there’s an ache in her chest, but she pretends not to feel it. ❝ i’ll give it a five out of ten. maybe four. ❞  

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˗ˏˋ ━  STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE !

task 001: identitatem

MYERS BRIGGS ( ISTP - THE VIRTUOSO )

ISTPs are observant artisans with an understanding of mechanics and an interest in troubleshooting. They approach their environments with a flexible logic, looking for practical solutions to the problems at hand. They are independent and adaptable, and typically interact with the world around them in a self-directed, spontaneous manner.

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS ( CHOLERIC )

Someone with pure choleric temperament is usually a goal-oriented person. People with choleric personality type are very savvy, analytical, and logical. Extremely practical and straightforward, choleric people aren’t necessary very good companions or particularly social. They dislike small talk and enjoy deep and meaningful conversations. They would rather be alone than in company of shallow, superficial people. Ideally, they want to spend time with people who have similar professional interests.

ALIGNMENT ( CHAOTIC NEUTRAL )

A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. They are individualists first and last. They value their own liberty but don’t strive to protect others’ freedom. They avoid authority, resent restrictions, and challenge traditions.

HOGWARTS HOUSE ( RAVENCLAW )

Ravenclaw House prizes learning, wisdom, wit, and intellect in its members. Thus, many Ravenclaws tend to be academically motivated and talented students. Ravenclaws also pride themselves in being original in their ideas, and methods. 

ENNEAGRAM ( 8W7 - THE CHALLENGER)

Eights are self-confident, strong, and assertive. Protective, resourceful, straight-talking, and decisive, but can also be ego-centric and domineering. Eights feel they must control their environment, especially people, sometimes becoming confrontational and intimidating. Eights typically have problems with their tempers and with allowing themselves to be vulnerable

+ ADDITIONAL

TOP 5 TV TROPES ━   Braids of Action, Batter Up, Eccentric Artist, Rebellious Spirit, Stepford Snarker

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mom : did you eat all the donuts

me : no

mom : why are you lying to me i can see all the powder on your pants

me : thats cocaine

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claire novak hair appreciation

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✘ — HUNTER.

it had been at LEAST an hour since the fighting began and hunter was growing as tired of the bickering as she was perplexed. the small group of raiders had set up their camp too close to her cabin for comfort and, upon discovery of them, she had doubled back–setting misleading tracks from her true destination in case any one of them were worth a damn at hunting ( be it game or prey ). after reaching the cabin, she’d stowed away her pack and set back out, fully intending on picking the members of the group off one by one. 

lying in the brush, waiting for the right opportunity to strike, hunter was surprised at how quickly the situation had DETERIORATED. while divvying up their spoils, the group seemed amiable. they were calm and collected in a way that–if they hadn’t mentioned the deadly source of their supplies when she’d first come across them–hunter might’ve mistaken them for regular folk. regular folk just trying to get by. 

the conversation didn’t SOUR until two of the men were caught in a lie regarding their whereabouts during the raid. an older woman with deep red curls kicked over her pack and said ‘i’m sorry steve, i’m sick of covering for this shit.’ and stormed off–rifle on her back and hands shoved deep into her coat pockets. the two other raiders, obscured from hunter’s vantage point followed, with varied tones of mumbling. 

it was only ‘steve,’ his boyfriend, and his lover that remained. so caught up in their own problems, the bickering love triangle did not take note of the survivor who seemed, from hunter’s view, as shocked as anyone at what they’d stumbled upon. cursing under her breath at the prospect of losing the element of surprise, hunter rose slightly from her hiding spot and caught the survivor’s gaze, shaking her head stiffly as if to tell them to leave. it seemed, in her efforts to remain SILENT, the raiders had caught notice of the unintended intruder and now four heads were turned towards them, gazes trained HARD on them. hunter held up two hands; palm open on one, finger raised on the other. there were SIX. 

Think before you act, Marnie. It was something had been said to her enough times that the sentence had become meaningless. But it wasn’t that her mind fell deaf to its definition, it was that the instruction had been so ineffectual it became instinct to disobey. Think before you act, they said, as if action and thought were mutually exclusive. Marnie disagreed. In fact, she found that her mind moved fastest when her body moved with it, ideas surging with the steps of her feet. Her head had been humming a song from the old days, some remnant of a pre-bullshit world. They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me. Marnie glanced at the woman at her side. They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed. Six, her fingers said. So darken your clothes. Six people. Four raiders. One rando. One ardent teenager with two hands gripped tightly around a heavy wooden nail bat, feet poised for the lunge. Or strike a violent pose. Maybe they’ll leave you alone— A low grunt escaping through grit teeth, Marnie charged at the nearest raider — Steve? — swinging her bat HARD into his kneecaps, grabbing the pistol from his belt as he crumpled in pain. Had she ever held a gun before? No, but Marnie supposed she played enough Call of Duty to know how to use one. With two swift pulls of the trigger, the pistol fired twice onto Steve’s thigh, until Marnie leveled the barrel of of the gun to the red-haired woman attempting to pull a rifle from her back. — but not me.

For a split second, eyes glanced at the fallen raider groaning in pain. Blood leaked out of the bullet holes, an ugly, vibrant shade of red. Marnie’s face contorted in disgust. “Yikes. Sorry, dude,” she said, though she only half meant it. Kinda served him right for cheating on his boyfriend ( no, Marnie WASN’T eavesdropping ! ). Eyes fell back on the woman with the rifle, and without tearing her gaze away, she called at the survivor behind her. ❝ Yo, lady? ❞   she cried. ❝  You gonna do something or what?  ❞  

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Natalie Wee, Our Bodies and Other Fine Machines

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Pray? Oh believe me, I gave up praying a long time ago.

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The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon Craig

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tag dump

001. only when i fall do i get up again ♢ ⋯┊character study ✦

002. seeing the stars makes me dream  ♢  ⋯┊musings ✦

003. passersby only see a wisp of smoke  ♢ ⋯┊mirror ✦

004. pure harmony and music inside ♢ ⋯┊ask memes ✦

005. a great fire burns within me ♢ ⋯┊inbox tag ✦

♢  ⋯ ≺ honey & wildfire are both the color gold┊ingrid ✦