Jun 19, 2014
thesonoftroy replied to your post:“✆” “✉” “☎” “⁇” “✿” “ø” “✘”
The last one tho. It hurt.
im so sorry jason is hateful when he's... hateful
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thesonoftroy replied to your post:“✆” “✉” “☎” “⁇” “✿” “ø” “✘”
The last one tho. It hurt.
im so sorry jason is hateful when he's... hateful
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“✆” “✉” “☎” “⁇” “✿” “ø” “✘”
Send “✆” for a morning text
[SMS] when will these damn birds learn to shut up during my beauty rest? jfc
Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.
[SMS] dude i think i left my coat at your place im gonna come by later and get it. cool? [Unsent][SMS] it better be cool cause im comin either way. [Sent][SMS] shit [Sent]
Send “☎” for a rushed text
[SMS] ithink somone is fuckin following me ude jesus christ
Send “⁇” for a drunk text
[SMS] i swear i didnt have sex with the queen. you cant prove anything
Send “✿” for a suggestive text
[SMS] i suggest you quit suggesting things, mate
Send “ø” for a late night text.
[SMS] idk why but these damn birds are already chirping like they own the goddamn place.
Send “✘” for a hateful text.
[SMS] you could fall off the face of the earth and not even god would notice your absence.
-Wesley
thesonoftroy
+5;;
"And again-- the girl falls in love with the bad boy instead of the nice guy, in a totally expected unexpected twist. This is the reason our generation has taken a turn for the worse."
thesonoftroy replied to your post:So, any male muse want to remind Zachary that he...
Harrison’s down.
he is?
"You're all mine, lover!"
Send me "You're all mine, Lover!" For my muse's reaction to your's shoving them onto their bed and pinning their arms over their head..
Luna giggled when Harrison shoved her back onto the bed. It wasn't what she had been expecting from him but it was entertaining to see this side of him. "Harrison." She started to reach her hands up to cup his cheeks before her arms were pinned above her head. With a light tug she tried to get her hands out of his hold. "What are you doing handsome?"
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He didn't have time to think through his actions, tackling the figure hurting his mother and doing the only thing he knew to do; kill for her. All he saw was red as his fists connected again and again with the unknown male's face. He wouldn't stop.
Your muse hears mine crying in an alleyway, only to find them beaten, bloodied and bruised. A dark figure stands over them, about to strike. How does your muse react?
She was ready for another strike to land until she saw the man above her being tackled. It took her a moment to realize who the new person was. "Harrison don't." Cass pushed herself up as best she could and tried not to cry out. Everything hurt but she needed to focus on what was happening in front of her. "Harrison stop. He's not worth it."
"Harrison has passed away..."
Name someone to see my character’s reaction.
Cass shook her head as Deaton walked closer to her. He hadn’t let her go and identify the body. But she was so sure it wasn’t Harrison. It couldn’t be her son. It was someone else’s little boy that Harrison must look like. But the way Deaton looked at her as he came closer caused her world to crack. “No.” She shook her head as she took a step back. “Don’t touch me, you’re wrong. That is not him in there Deaton. It’s not.” She shoved his hands away and continued to back up, ignoring anything he tried to say to her. “It’s not him! Not Harrison.”It couldn’t be the boy that she carried for nine months, that she watched take his first steps, that always reminded her that Deaton loved her when they fought. He couldn’t be the one in there.“Deaton please.” Her voice cracked. “Please tell me it’s not him. He can’t be gone. I can’t- just say it’s not him. Please tell me they’re wrong.” But he didn’t say a word as his arms wrapped around her. Cass felt her legs give out as sobs ripped through her. “No.” She buried her face in Deaton’s arm as she continued to sob out the word.