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@nyxmuses
Dressed my mums dog up as a unicorn. I regret nothing about my day.

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send me a number and iâll tell youâŚ
my favorite book.
my favorite book that i read within the last year.
a book iâve read more than three times.
my favorite book series.
a book that makes me happy.
a book that makes me sad.
a book that makes me laugh.
an overrated book.
a book turned into a movie that came out terrible.
my favorite male character.
my favorite female character.
my favorite writer.
my favorite romance novel.
my favorite sci-fi/fantasy novel.
my favorite classic novel.
my favorite horror novel.
my favorite action novel.
my favorite comic/graphic novel.
my favorite memoir/biography/nonfiction.
my favorite manga.
a character i relate to the most.
a book with the most surprising plot twist or ending.
a book that changed my opinion on something.
a book iâve wanted to read for a long time but still havenât.
my favorite book from my childhood.
my guilty pleasure book.
a book i didnât think iâd like but ended up loving.
torrance coombs is going to be in season five of the originals, and playing hayleyâs love interest. iâve not watched in years, but iâm tempted for him.Â
For the last 48 hours @nyxmuses has been tormenting me on all social media platforms with her sexual attraction to cartoon Jafar I am a good person I donât deserve this.
receipts or it didnât happen.
do you really want me to post receipts?
Don't make me post the snapchat birthday wish.
For the last 48 hours @nyxmuses has been tormenting me on all social media platforms with her sexual attraction to cartoon Jafar I am a good person I donât deserve this.
receipts or it didn't happen.

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fun new thing reblog this and put in the tags what kind of student youâd be at hogwarts !!!
the tumblr aestheticâ˘
lilypotthr:
using excessive commas,,,,,,
all lowercase bc fcuk grammar
shortening down words bc ur lazyâ˘
using ⢠wayy too muchâ˘
ALL CAPS BC GOTTA BE EXTRA
rAndOm miX oF lOweRcaSe and uPpEr cAse sEntEnCes
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tagging ur thoughts about everything in the tags hoping in vain that someone will read them and love u
excessive use of ???? bc why not (via @mikltea)
harry potter this or that
books or movies? philoshopherâs stone or chamber of secrets? prisoner of azkaban, goblet of fire or half-blood prince? order of the phoenix or deathly hallows? slytherin or ravenclaw? gryffindor or hufflepuff? durmstrang or beauxbatons? chaser or beater? seeker or keeper?
Horrific Headcanons
Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. All horror/angst/scifi related.
â Have they ever committed a murder? âź What is their greatest fear? âż Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? âł Name one thing from their past that they regret. â If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ⣠Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ⢠Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ⣠If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? â Do they fear death? âą What do they think awaits them after death? Âż Are they easily frightened? âł How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? âš Name one person they would kill for. âź If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? â How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? â Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ⣠Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ⼠Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? âž What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? Ď Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? Ď Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? â Do they consider themselves to be evil? â If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ⢠Are they possessive? â Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ⯠Do they believe in ghosts? ⌠Who is their favorite villain? â While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? ě Do they believe in aliens?
do you take gif pack requests?
I donât, sorry bby. I can recommend far better gif makers who do though.Â

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kenziecarrion:
HOW CAN YOU BLAME ME FOR THIS MESS YOU CREATEDâ I LITERALLY SENT YOU THE HAPPIEST OF PROMPTS.
and I gave you the happy parts. I mean, baby shepkat were the cutest and little kat just deciding they were friends was everything. I just.... kept going with it after the happy ended.
well that drabble killed me.Â
đ BABY SHEPKAT
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đ your muse telling my muse that they will always be friends.
Sheâs ten and flying through the streets, the summer sun beating itâs scorching path on the cement, showing no sign of letting up despite the rapidly approaching autumn months. Golden brown tresses fall in messy plaits upon tanned shoulders, knotted from a day of being a pirate, then a ships captain, an adventurer, always a female. Females were born to be the hero, the adventurer, sheâd argue stubbornly. She was fearless, jade eyes determined as she rounds the corner fast, faster then the boys on her street but not as fast as the boy sheâs determined to beat, her brother speeding on ahead, dark eyes narrowed as he focuses on trying to ditch his stubborn little sister.Â
first impressions are everything|| Jack & Alexandra
nyxziewrites:
As the laughter at Markâs inability to keep anything secret swirled around him, Jack found himself fading out. As much as he was happy to be around his friend againâafter four years of spending almost every moment together, even a week apart felt like a lotâ he was struck by how much he did not want to be here at this moment. When Alexandra turned the conversation back on him, however, he snapped back to attention. âMe? No, not at the moment. But who knows, maybe Iâll have better luck now than I did at seventeen,â he smiled sheepishly. Â Â
He definitely had never been in love the way the couple in front of him clearly was. He knew Mark was the overly sentimental type; hell heâd spent four years with the man, listening to him tell every story about how he and Alexandra had met over and over again. But there was something different about watching the two in person, with their hands all over each other. He was glad to see his friend so happy, but that was definitely something theyâd get made fun of all night for by the other marines from their unit, even those who also had a woman on their arm.Â
Later heâd use that as a joking excuse for why heâd left early. âI had to, you two were nauseating me.â But the truth was his motherâs words still echoed in the back of his head, and it was hard to focus on anything else.Â
âI actually canât stay, I just came to show my face and to make sure you made it here okay.â At the second part, he reached out and punched Markâs shoulder playfully. âThe man canât navigate to save his life,â he offered conspiratorially to Alexandra. âYou being here makes sense as to why he made it at all.â The jovial words felt fake in his mouth, but he did his best to muster up a convincing smile.
Alexandra couldnât help but frown when he obviously zoned out of the conversation, and if he hadnât have been Markâs friend then she wouldnât have hesitated in saying something to him.  She might not have wanted to be here either, but she was making effort to at least pay attention, and she knew that she had no right or reason to be irritated with the way he drifted off so easily. Was she boring him? âI donât think any seventeen year old has luck.â she commented with a more forced smile then she had before, and Mark squeezed her waist with a laugh. âNah, I did babe.â he interjected, as she merely rolled her eyes playfully and bumped her hip against his, her expression clearly not believing him for one second.Â
Mark was clearly unbothered by his friends lack of interest in the conversation, too wrapped up in the fact that his best friend was finally meeting the girl he wanted to marry, the girl whom had no idea that at this very moment an engagement ring was sitting in a secret spot in the apartment he was in, hidden from her eyes whenever she pried herself away from her dorm to come visit him, spend the night. He was just waiting for the perfect moment, a few months away when she graduated, to ask her to marry him. She was the one, as corny as that sounded, he knew it. When Jack said that he should go, that he couldnât stay, Markâs brows knitted together as his mouth opened in protest. âYou just got here--â he began, eyes locking on Jacks as he leant towards Alexandra.Â
Alex was surprised at being addressed, leaning forward a little to hear what Jack had to say before a small smile curved her lips. âA marine with no navigation skills, thatâs a recipe for disaster isnât it?â she asked with a chuckle, wondering whether the sudden playfulness was real or not, compared to how distant he had been before. Was it her? From the way Mark spoke, it sounded like it was something she did, at least that was how she felt. She didnât protest when he said he had to leave though, and elbowed Mark to shut him up. âIt was nice to meet you Jack.â she replied gently, waiting for the man to take his leave as Mark reached to say goodbye to his friend.Â
nyxziewrites:
She snorted at his impression of a New Yorker. âYes, clearly the world is going to end if you donât get there right now. Itâs nice to talk to another outsider, it reaffirms that this behavior isnât normal,â she laughed, shaking her head. âOh me, Iâm from Santa Monicaâ right outside of LA. So pretty much the exact direct opposite coast of here. And yes, I know what youâre thinking,â she continued before he could. âYes I am a California girl who ordered a California turkey paniniâ what can I say I am a walking stereotype.â As if to punctuate her admittance, Doll held up her hands in an open-palmed shrug.Â
As she listened to his answer about how he came about commissions, Doll was struck by the feeling that she hadnât really learned anything new from him that she hadnât already known. His answer was vague and didnât really answer her questions, but she figured it wasnât wasnât worth pressing. It wasnât her career so it wasnât anything she really needed to worry about; besides the question had only been small talk anyway. He could keep the nitty gritty details to himself if he wanted to.Â
When he continued, however, mentioning that he had to bring his next commission in person, she made a face. âSounds like the snooty art type. They probably want it to be hand delivered to ensure no middle man gets any dirt on it.â Doll rolled her eyes. âYou know the help can be so unreliable these days,â she continued conspiratorially, adopting a WASPy New England accent. Dropping back to normal, she shook her head again. âMuseum curators can be so pretentious, like clearly if this is your job you know what youâre doing,â she offered in a mater-of-fact tone. âWhich piece is it?â she added, trying to remember all the ones sheâd seen while they had been there. Granted sheâd been a little distractedâŚ
The waitress came back with their drinks and Doll thanked her automatically before picking up her beer. âWell, cheers. To art, and making new friends,â she toasted jokingly, before tipping the bottle back and taking a sip.
He chuckled a little as he rest his elbows lightly on the table, shaking his head. âNo, Chicago is similar but cleaner, less claustrophobic, not as hostile.â he quipped with a smirk, though she didnât need to know heâd grown up in a slightly rougher part of the neighbourhood, not far from where Sloan and the Andretti Family were roaming around and causing mayhem. He often wondered if heâd moved to a different part, if his family had been able to afford a different borough would his life have turned out differently? Yes, without a doubt. It was something that grated on his nerves a lot, but he couldnât change the past he supposed, but he was honestly trying to let go and change the future as much as he could, as long as he stayed away from Sloan. Something he was struggling to do given he could at that moment feel his phone vibrating lightly in his pocket, another call no doubt from Sloan that he was glad to ignore.Â
He grinned as she adopted a different accent, recognising it immediately as she began to imitate some of his genuine clients to perfection and he couldnât help the laugh that parted his lips as he nodded. âWell, maâam, thatâs why Oliver Hudson produces not only the finest work in the wonderful country that is the US of A, But service, with a smile.â with that he spread his arms open wide in a gesture as if to bow and plastered a wide, obviously fake, smile on his lips that was painful after all of two seconds before he laughed and dropped his arms back down to the table as he heard Dollâs next question. Shit. His features remained completely neutral as he knew he had to come up with something he could remember, âA Remington.â he replied nonchalantly, truth. âJust a simple touch up to have back in place by the end of the week.â partially true, he was three quarters of the way through a near perfect replica and by the end  of the week when the ârestorationâ (done in all of one day - but the museum didnât need to know that) he would have a fully replicated, near impossible to tell, copy of the art work for Sloan. Then the cycle would start all over again.
However, he couldnât have been more grateful for the arrival of the waitress with their drinks and he sipped at his beer quickly before he heard the toast. Friends. Hmm. He didnât comment on that, the mere fact that he wanted to be more then friends stuck in his head. Heck heâd made that obvious, he hoped. âSo, what classes are you taking at the moment?â

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â You say itâs the last time every time. â kira and garrett :)
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â You say itâs the last time every time. â
To him, it was. Every time someone convinced him to put down the bottle, it was the last time to him. Heâd be so detirmined to follow through, go to the AA Meetings that Viv had looked up for him as part of the custody arrangement so that he could see Alexandra. He would spend time with Charles and the family heâd made for himself and wonder how his friend had managed to get his shit together, whilst Garrett was still barely scraping by. Heâd watch on the outside looking in as his daughter was raised without a father, or see his friends move on without him, giving up on him like he knew deep down they always would.Â
Yet, every damn time heâd find himself struggling too damn much and heâd pick up the bottle, and another, and another, until he could barely stand and eventually he would pass out. Sometimes heâd made it to the toilet before he did, other times he wasnât so quick and heâd pass out in a pool of his own vomit for the housekeeper to find the next day. The vicious cycle continued, with a different person coming to pull him out of the dark pit heâd drunk himself into each time. Kira, Charles, Viv, if he didnât know better heâd swear that they did rock, paper scissors to find out whose turn it was next.Â
This time, they went a week before they began to seek him out. Heâd stopped returning calls, nothing new. Heâd not answered the door when Charles knocked, again nothing new. It was when he hadnât shown up to a visit with Alexandra, something heâd rarely done, that alarm bells began to ring. It was Kira who turned up, immaculate shoes treading through smashed glass and empty bottles, dancing neatly around the vomit as she looked down at Garrett unconscious on the floor with a sigh before she pulled out her cell phone to call for help.Â
Hours later he was showered, somewhat conscious and laying on top of his bed when he opened his bleary gaze up towards Kira. âItâs the last time, Kir...â he murmured softly, voice rough from lack of use and what heâd been doing, scratchy and distant as he brought his eyes up to Kiraâs. âI promise.â but even as he said it he knew the words were weak, that they held no promise or weight. Heâd be back at the bottle in no time, and one day heâd go to far and theyâd have to deal with a body. He could see she didnât, couldnât, believe him, and what really scared him most of all was where he once wouldâve had a long speech about how he was throwing his life away and the effect he was having on those around him, the normally feisty Kira merely shook her head in response.Â
âYou say itâs the last time every time.â