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i moved one last time. highly selective, extremely plot heavy and queue reliant. found at @slashaer.

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                   something strange is going on. the upsurrgence of a religious agenda startled hassan enough to be worried about it, but only did he truly grow concerned with his son started going to the church. never did he want to limit ali, but this... the sheriff has seen what christianty can do to people, and he didn’t want ali to get hurt. and now there’s this — mrs. gunning, aging backwards, it seemed. he had met her when he first moved to the island. a very old woman, bed ridden with dementia. it was a sad sight, but now? she was walking around, wrinkles smoothing like butter, hair getting its color back, and she seemed to remember her friends and family once again. regardless of what the father was saying, miracles aren’t normal. he wants to remember that.

sheriff hassan is standing with his hands on his hips, far enough away from the church that he can watch but not be seen unless someone was looking for him. when mildred steps up besides him, he glances down at her, hiding any questions he may have with as friendly of a look as he could give. ‘ i’m surprised you’re still out here. they look like they’ll be starting soon, ’     @mildredgunning​.

#we out here #mildredgunning #sheriff hassan. #queue.

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                   food is set down in front of mason, plate dressed to the nines, incredible smell of rosemary and the savory gravy wafting up with the steam. he only grabs for his own plate when mason is settled in, owen sitting down across from him and waiting for the other man to take the first bite. ‘ if you don’t like it, just pretend you do. i am a very sensitive man, ’ teasing grin sits at the corner of his lips, owen reaching out to pour both of them a glass of red wine. ‘ tuck in, you won’t want to eat it when th’gravy gets all congealed, ’     @greenelight.

#owen sharma. #greenelight #queue.

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                   ‘ i’m just happy to have another pair of eyes on this, ’ pink painted fingernails type furiously against her keyboard, the sound a satisfying once to penelope’s ears. features remain light as she allows space for emily to get cozy ; they both knew they were going to be there for awhile. ‘ and another techy woman. there’s too much cologne soaked testosterone buzzing around here. we gotta stick together, ’     @eiiidetic.

#eiiidetic #penelope garcia. #queue.

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RESIDENT EVIL 3 REMAKE (2020)

gifs 3/?

#icb this game made me fall in love with a man #and then just. didn't bring him up again #hello? #carlos oliveira.

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                   grease covered hands work hard against the engine, john’s face scrunching a bit in concentration. he’s always been good with cars, but he’s learned a lot since starting at the garage. more than that, he’s found a home here. he found safety. finally, it seemed like john bender was on the right track. he was still trying to come to terms with the fact that maybe he was good enough to have all of these good things. it’s a learning process, still, after years of being treated like dirt, but john thought he was getting there ; slowly but surly.

he only looks up when the door opens, arm lifting to wipe sweat from his brow before eyes light up at jordan’s entrance. they always did, didn’t they? the moment his heart stopped pounding at the sight of her was the moment bender knew he was dead. ‘ well if it isn’t my very own shakespeare, ’ smirk is set on his lips, john wiping his hands clean before reaching out to put them on her waist. man sits on the edge of the car, looking over jordan’s features with a softness most would not expect to see on his face. ‘ and to what do i owe this pleasure? thought you’d be studyin’ like th’smartass you are, ’     @notvictim.

#notvictim #john bender. #john and jordan. #queue.

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—  There was more the Orc could tell us.

—  There was nothing more he could tell me.

#king jareth.

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( — #𝙊𝘾𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙐𝙎. )   independent & selective 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙪𝙨 of into the spider-verse. headcanon based & canon divergent, ft. mixed media verses. a study in: grief, pragmatic villainy, disability, mad science, nuclear family, & more. 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙧.   ( … info )

#once again i say briar never misses #and he has a big ass brain every concept he has fucks #i love briar #pr.

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like this for a starter.   mutuals only. to be queue’d, iconless, and lengths will vary. specify muse(s) or you won’t get one.

#starter call. #specify muse.

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new blog roll now that i’m not being chaotic ( most to least active ):

@finleystevens , paranormal investigator / content creator.

@unbelong , original character multi muse.

@slashaer , canon multi muse.

@ourpaladin , m.ike w.heeler of s.tranger t.hings.

#blog roll. #here we are #looking good feeling good #for now

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ?

independent, mutually exclusive multimuse featuring muses from fear street, twilight, stranger things, tvd / legacies and more, loved by kt

#this is SEXY KT OMG #pr.

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when you try your best, but you don’t succeed ,     when you get what you want, but not what you need. when you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep ; stuck in reverse.   lights will guide you home and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you.     read all rules before following. sporadic activity ahead.

#y'all new stranger things blogs are making me act up #self pr.

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✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

SOCIAL  MEDIA  PROMPTS .

send  📘  for  a  facebook  status  about  your  muse 

send  👻  for  a  snapchat  from  my  muse 

send  🐦  for  a  tweet  about  your  muse 

send  📸  for  an  instagram  post  about  your  muse

TEXTING  PROMPTS .

send  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse

send  😳  for  an  embarrassing  text  from  my  muse

send  💋  for  a  flirty  text  from  my  muse

send  😱  for  a  scared  text  from  my  muse

send  ✨  for  a  random  text  from  my  muse

send  😡  for  an  angry  text  from  my  muse

send  😬  for  a  worried  text  from  my  muse

send  😢  for  a  sad  text  from  my  muse

send  😁  for  a  happy  text  from  my  muse

send  💕  for  a  loving  text  from  my  muse

#i love text threads #prompts. #specify muse.

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prompt  ,  [ mark ] ; via gentle biting or hickeys, sender leaves a mark on receiver.

          sent  ,  @0000218​.

                   he cared about things much more than he wanted to admit. gi-hun believed in good people, good timing, good deeds. he wasn’t always good, himself, but that didn’t make him lose his hope in humanity. and despite everything he’s done, gi-hun wanted to be a good person. so yes, he cared. he cared deeply about many things. his family and his daughter, the life he wanted her to have ( it’s only a dream, thus far ; gi-hun doesn’t know how to get there, but he wants to try, now more than ever ). he cares about his mother, sick and dying. that’s why he had come back to these deadly games. he cared about his future, but more than that, and unfortunately so, he still very much cared about the past. not just his, but theirs ; his and sang-woo’s. which is why he had been so shocked to see the other man in the first place.

they had history, too much to recount in 24 hours, and they weren’t necessarily in the place to do so, but gi-hun kept trying. he got closer and closer to sang-woo, smiling, reminiscing as if their past hadn’t ended in heartache. the difference was that gi-hun had forgiven sang-woo a long time ago. for leaving, for what he’d said on the last night they saw each other. gi-hun still spoke with mrs. cho at her shop, asking about sang-woo often. she said he was good, and that made gi-hun grin and nod. that’s all he wanted to know ; it’s all the information he needed. the way they’ve met again, it’s tragic, isn’t it? and looking at sang-woo, gi-hun wants to ask if he’s forgiven, too. for everything he put sang-woo through, even though he hadn’t meant to. watching how cold sang-woo is with him seems to give him his answer. and then gi-hun had chased the other into the bathroom. and gi-hun felt something change.

sang-woo seemed so angry, and for what? for everything that happened, years ago? gi-hun can’t say he had let it go completely, but he held little resentment, and he didn’t want the other man to, either. but sang-woo, he wouldn’t talk about it, not even here, not even at what could possibly be the end of their lives. so yes, gi-hun had followed him that first time into the bathroom, yelling about how sang-woo was acting, as if people weren’t dying, as if this was all okay. the moment sang-woo shoved him is the moment gi-hun went quiet, a rare feat for him. there was a long silence, one of gi-hun’s hands wrapping around sang-woo’s wrist, and then they were kissing without another thought. that was the first time, and it had been confusing, frustrating, exhilarating. maddening, especially with how sang-woo walked out and acted as cold as he had been before it happened. if gi-hun wasn’t struggling to understand before, he is now.

tonight, sang-woo excuses himself quietly from the group and makes his way toward the doors, gi-hun watching his back as he asks the guards to let him through. he thinks he sees the other glance back, and even though he can’t be sure, gi-hun stands shortly after. i’ll be right back, don’t worry. his smile is reassuring, inconspicuous. no one would question why he walked across the long auditorium and was let out into the hallway, ushered toward the bathrooms that he knew so well by now. hand hesitates as it lands on the door. he can hear water start and then stop inside. gi-hun knows sang-woo is the only one in there, and as he finally presses the door open slowly, he’s proven correct.

it always starts like this, the two staring at one another, wondering if this was a good idea. well, sang-woo knew better than anyone that gi-hun rarely thought about his own actions, or the consequences they might bring. which is why he’s stepping up to the other man, staring up at sang-woo with those large, brown eyes, pleading without meaning to. he’s rarely initiated touch, but this time he reaches out, placing a hand on either side of sang-woo’s neck, thumbs set delicately on his jawline. this is nostalgic, reminiscent of a kiss they shared long ago. before gi-hun can move forward, however, sang-woo is pulling him roughly by the hips into one of the grungy stalls. do you want us to get caught? that hadn’t seemed to be a problem last time, when sang-woo pushed gi-hun against the adjacent wall. but he wouldn’t argue. instead, he moves a hand behind him to lock the stall door before gently pushing sang-woo to sit down. it’s the most control he’s had in years.

legs spread and he’s straddling sang-woo’s hips, feet on the ground, the men dangerously close, close enough that gi-hun can feel sang-woo’s breath on his skin. he still doesn’t understand what sang-woo is doing here, and he wants sang-woo to tell him the answers, but now isn’t the time to ask. without a word, sang-woo begins touching gi-hun, feeling his way up gi-hun’s white t-shirt, the trail of his fingers causing a shiver to run down his spin. gi-hun tries to look down at sang-woo, his eyes half lidded, but sang-woo buries his head in gi-hun’s neck, teeth finding flash, quick enough to make gi-hun sharply inhale. his own hands move up into sang-woo’s hair, grasping lightly at the base, not pulling, simply holding, as if sang-woo would stop and pull away at any moment. gi-hun can feel the other man kiss and suck at his collar bone. there was going to be a bruise, and leaning his head back, brown eyes now closed, gi-hun would keep that bruise as a reminder that sang-woo had once again left a mark on him. 

#anyway #seong gi hun. #gihun and sangwoo. #0000218 #long post / #suggestive /

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 a study in; godhood, girlhood, cassandra truths, the eye of a storm, what it means to burn, and the nature of a fire.

loved and explored by alex.

#oh liv is one of my favorite ocs #and alex is just a good egg in general #pr.

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BE KIND TO YOURSELF ; AND THEN LET YOUR KINDNESS FILL THE WORLD.    seasonal muse written between november — january. twenty one plus. christmas — centric, with alternate verses available. read rules before following. est. november 2019.

#catch me over here #self pr.

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fuckingvictus​  ,  april small.

              a chill runs down her spine like electricity whenever he takes her hand in his own. it’s reassurance that reminded her that she was being ridiculous. how could she push someone like omen away? she knew he was right. always. knew that he was trying his best & allowing her to feel things out. she really appreciated it. “i’ll try ta’ be nicer to myself.” the words are muffled slightly into his midsection, a heavy huff leaving her. she’ll lift her face, resting her chin on him as she peers upwards. “what did i do ta’ get a good guy like you? ya’ say all the right things ‘n ya’ actually mean it. not some fuckboy shit,” 

                   ‘  i’m glad you think so,  ’ omen holds april tightly to his chest. sometimes he forgets how small she is until she’s right in front of him. warmth is shared between them. not just from their skin, but from their hearts, it seems, and omen doesn’t know how he’s gotten so lucky with her. he knows what he’s done, how much red remains on his hands. april loves him, anyway, and for that, he’s grateful. ‘  funny. i ask myself the same question every night,  ’ leaning down, he kisses her atop the head, lips lingering for long enough to prove his love. ‘  you deserve more than you think,  ’

#fuckingvictus #omen lancaster. #omen and april. #queue.