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⌞ gemini         +          ethan ! ⌝

What was my muses 3 last sent texts yours? —

↪ ima need to stay over tonight <3↪ pls make sure ur decent when i come in↪ ps if u make pancakes tomorrow i would be ETERNALLY greatful

What was my muses 3 last unsent texts yours?

↪  [ unsent ] thank u ↪ [ unsent ] i probably wouldve died if u didnt help me out that night ! ha↪ [ unsent ] thank u thank u thank u

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

mother hen 

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

six.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

⌞ dante          +          cam ! ⌝

What was my muses 3 last sent texts yours? —

↪  i cant believe i forgot how immature u are !

What was my muses 3 last unsent texts yours?

↪  [ unsent ] u hurt me so much, did you know that?↪ [ unsent ] never understood why you hated me so much↪ [ unsent ] hate you too i guess.

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

👿

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

zero.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

⌞ eugene           +          cam ! ⌝

What was my muses 3 last sent texts yours? —

↪ 8.51pm:  ... i loved seeing u the other night↪ 8.51pm:  havent had that much fun in so long↪ 8.51pm:  😋😋

What was my muses 3 last unsent texts yours?

↪  [ unsent ] u made me feel something ? thats scary↪ [ unsent ] feel like i cant hide anything around u. thats scary.↪  [ unsent ] i have to see u soon.

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

eugene

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

twice.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

⌞ hermoine           +          ethan ! ⌝

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours? —

↪ 3:41pm:  you need a ride?↪ 3:42pm:  oh my god reply twinkle toes↪ 3:43pm:  im outside, u owe me !↪ 3:41pm: u think weed takes longer to go to ur brain because ur necks so long?↪ 3:41pm:  wait you dont smoke through your neck

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

↪ 3:41pm:  i dont know why i keep doing this↪ 3:42pm:  i keep trying to forget him but i cant with you around↪ 3:43pm:  i guess i dont want to.↪ 3:41pm:  love u↪ 3:41pm:  please come over

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

twinkle toes

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

over ten times.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

     mckenna  was  aware  enough  of  herself  to  realize  someone  was  watching  her  .  she  wasn’t  concerned  about  it  ,  per  se  .  people  stared  now  and  again  ,  and  that  was  just  life  .  she  hated  the  attention  ,  but  it  didn’t  always  make  the  hairs  on  her  neck  stand  up  .  she  was  good  enough  at  ignoring  it  ,  so  she  did  .  she  kept  her  eyes  on  the  book  in  her  hands  ,  letting  the  earbuds  tucked  in  her  ear  distract  her  enough  that  she  could  drown  out  the  rest  of  the  world  &  focus  on  the  writing  in  front  of  her  .  unbidden  ,  her  lips  moved  ,  forming  the  words  on  the  page  in  near  perfect but  (  silent  )  recital  .  she’d  read  them  all  before  ;  online  ,  maybe  ,  but  she  knew  them  the  same  way  she  knew  her  own  mind  .  and  it  was  HARD  to  be  pulled  out  of  your  own  mind  .  hard  enough  that  when  a  paper  was  placed  in  front  of  her  ,  she  didn’t   notice  at  first  .  her  gaze  moved  from  the  too  familiar  newspaper  to  the  excited  man  holding  it  out  to  her  .  almost  cautiously  ,  she  accepted  the  proffered  item  ,  immediately  finding  the  poem  on  the  front  page  .  it  was  in  the  same  spot  every  week  –––  easy  to  find  if  you  knew  where to  look  .  she  read  it  over  at  a  steady  pace  ,  as  if  only  reading  it  for  the  first  time  ,  before  holding  it  back  out  to  him  .   ‘  it’s  a  little  morose  ,  but  …  not  bad  .  ’  the  best  she  could  say  without  offending  his  taste  in  poetry  or  speaking  too  highly  of  AGNES  C.  LINKMAN  . 

     even with all the time that’s passed, it was strange for hermione to look up and see just how old the two of them have gotten. she could still see achilles, donning an untamed afro, and ethan, with a shag haircut that she would never quite get over, not letting her go to the cinema with them. even stranger that she could only see one half of that duo in front of her right now. “ how much you want a bet i’m taller ? ” she wore a mischivious smile as she lifted herself on her tippy-toes. the smile faded when he shimmied out of her hold and she sat herself in the passanger seat of his car. “ if we’re going in this bad baby, i’ll go wherever the hell you want — but i’ll have you know i’m on a diet, so choose wisely. ”

this isnt a STARTER

when she caled him mature, theo let out a loud laugh. “its easier to just not give a fuck, you know? ” he shrugged. he feels her moving closer to his side, noticing that maybe shes cold.. he should be nice and give her his jacket, but theo’s never been all that nice and doesn’t want to send the wrong message either. his mind was too deep into thinking about the girl who already had his heart. instead he chooses what he sees as a more innocent gesture and throws his arm over her shoulders letting his arm block the wind on her shoulders. he watches as she pulls the phone out of her pocket, shrugging his shoulders. “were you hoping it was someone else? or are you just not getting along with your dad?” he asks, reaching into his pocket to pull out a shiny silver flask. not that either of them needed more alcohol, but the talk of fathers always made theo want to drink.

her and cartia look alike ok don’t say it i know i have a type

i’ll put a proper edit in here later :-) 

     the contrast between hermione living her normal life and hermione dancing was a ridiculous one. she was a different person entirely the second she set foot in the studio, clad in uncomfotable pointe shoes and entirely too stretched out leotards. she wouldn’t know how to describe it but something completely foreign to her daily life overcame her when she began to move. for a few hours, at least, the childishness, the the playfulness, the absurdity that was her personality just melted away. and she became someone she sometimes wished she always was, wether it be a princess or a fairy or, if she was very lucky, a swan. like most good things, the feeling wore off by the time she exiited her stuffy comfort zone. though, she’d be lying if she didn’t say ethan wasn’t a pretty good replacement. she could feel his gaze as she danced but wouldn’t dare look his way, no matter how much she wanted to. without missing a beat she looped her arm into his and gave him a big smile. “ i’m not little ” she disputed with dotted t’s. “ are you taking me somewhere or did you come to be a peeping tom ? ”

     eugene huffed and crossed his arms. she was right, of course. he had no reason to be drukenly blaming random people for his stupid problems, and he was taken aback by the nonchalance with which she called him out. “ meangene is a tool. i’m meangene. ” his voice got soft and quiet. he looked embarassed, a feeling he wasn’t quite used to. “ the bar is too faaar. tell me what you’re feeling instead. ”

     andrew knew he wasn’t a very courteous person. some might even say he wasn’t civil at times. keeping this in mind, the man managed to find the energy to not only be uncivil, but outright NASTY to reed. at all times of the day. “ i’ve never actually used this word but.. i can’t believe they just let riff-raff in here. ”