to my youth

pua and heihei in place? check. a proper sailboat? check..well, almost. —»» “i’m getting out of here. i’m going back to my island. i’m going to get my people.” moana huffed, mostly to her rooster and pig. she had to fix the boat she came in. completely destroyed by arrival. holding the sail in place, she attempted to tie it down with the thick rope. although, she fell a hand short. she groaned in frustration, trying with all her might to secure that damned sail, not to mention the holes in the craft.

lito looked around. he was more or less used to finding himself in places and situations that were not his own. but there was no half here, half there feeling this time. he was fully here and now. he tried to find a familiar face. nomi, wolfgang, any of the voices in his head would be welcome now, even those he had yet to speak with. he stared at the person closest to him for a moment, trying to remember if he’d seen them at any of their group gatherings. maybe he’d made eye contact with someone from a different cluster… that was how it worked, right? “no eres uno de los míos… ¿o si?” 

honesty hour!!

HOLIDAY SHENANIGANS ( link here ) | @suchpcise (  our muses make christmas crafts - snowflakes, snowmen and more! )

“i think i’ve been deceived. after reading a christmas carol i expected there to be significantly more ghosts wandering around for the holidays. despite that, i’ve only seen one or two, neither of which seemed to give a rat’s ass about the holiday spirit.”

Morgan looked around in a frenzied panic. Where was he? He was looking for the members of his team, then he blacked out. A burning pain deep on his chest almost knocked the FBI Agent out, his vision danced. He lifted his pistol to the air, aiming it towards the closest person. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He shouted viciously.

He wasn’t in a good place right now, while one hand gripped the pistol, the other gripped tightly at his shirt above his chest. He wasn’t in a great place, he was recently discharged from hospital after being taken and tortured so he wasn’t thinking clearly.

“i know that mistletoe is quite popular this time of year but i’d be careful, it tends to be a hotspot for nargles. it would be inconvenient to try and kiss someone under the mistletoe and have a bunch of nargles interrupt it.”

someone had been liberal with the mistletoe at this festival. lyra looked at the sprigs with severe distaste.

“what’s with mistletoe? it’s a STUPID tradition.

                 — i’d rather EAT the mistletoe than kiss YOU. or anyone.”

“ Man, I don’t know what you put in my eggnog - but daaaang. “

So, to explain the mess in the kitchen… Tinkerbell had attempted to bake for the first time ever in this world. She wasn’t bad at it back in Neverland, but she was by no means a baking fairy. She was more likely to take apart the oven that baked the cookies to see just how it did it rather than use it. But she tried, because she wanted to learn. And it resulted in quite the mess. Batter and flour smeared on the kitchen counters, chocolate chips pouring out of their bag in the corner, lots of paper towels, an open cookbook to a very classic recipe, and dirty utensils and bowls by the fives. When someone else joined her in the kitchen, she was not nervous or guilty, she just held out the tray of cookies, oven mits covering her dainty hands, and smiled wide, proud, as if to say, Try one, I worked very hard on them!

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse | @makeitshinc

what makes you beautiful by ONE DIRECTION

baby you light up my world like nobody else

anyway you want it by GLEE CAST 

she loves to laugh / she loves to sing / she does everything / she loves to move/ she loves to groove / she loves the lovin’ things

the great escape by BOYS LIKE GIRLS 

cause we are finally free tonight

embers by OWL CITY

cause we’re burning bright / as we all unite / and when it’s all said and done / we’ll shine like the sun / so don’t let the fire die

Crowley’s leg lifted to cross over the other, the ice in the glass clanged rhythmically as he lifted the whiskey to his lips. He pulled the sunglasses down his nose ever so slightly so he could peer over them. He wasn’t terribly interested in conversing with the masses. He was on vacation; being self proclaimed king of hell was tiring work. “Excuse me, do you work here?” The demon smirked; placing the glass of whiskey down on a table next to his sun lounger. “I’m quite thirsty and could use another drink.”