I beg you watch this then tell me what you think, i am hollering tell me this isn’t Eddie x MMB Reader😂💗
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3NXJdhMdDE/?igsh=MzY1NDJmNzMyNQ==
HAHAHAHHAHAHA MARY PLZ 😂
This is giving me some ideas for a future blurb 🤔
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She had so perfected the art of adoring herself that nothing could compare with her lifestyle. Her comb went up for auction at a fantastic price; her hairbrush was sold for its weight in gold. Virtuous women argued over who should wear her Cinderella slippers. Her love-letters were sold, her ringlets were sold, everything was disposed of. Her coquettishness had turned her into an ornament, a fancy, a frivolous toy which breaks at the first blow. She had wished to have quiet - she was forever drawn into fetes and distractions. She would have wished to be loved - she was told that she was beautiful. So she had abandoned herself, unresistingly, to the whirlpool which swept her away.
Jules Janin remembers Marie Duplessis in the preface to La dame aux camélias, 1851
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Thank u for the tag @hisnamesdylan, I love it!⚘️ here's my recent list
1. this is me trying - Taylor Swift
2. Cry - Cigarettes After Sex
3. Halloween - Novo Amor
4. When Somebody's Holding Me - Jansen, The Wldlife
5. Halfway Up - The Brook & The Bluff
6. Olivia - The Backseat Lovers
7. When We Are Together - The 1975
8. Strangers - Ethel Cain
9. Forget Her - Jeff Buckley
10. Hostage - Nothing But Thieves
Maybe we dont interact that much, but i hope you don't mind being tagged/sorry if you've already been tagged🩷 @trolliworms @demigoddess-of-ghosts @worldofkaeos @blujfire @bella-rose29 @liesmultixxx @smol-being-of-light @rosecat13 @locklyle1kanij @wenigstenshabeichesversucht
And anyone who wants to join, please do🫂
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I'm in love with you
STOP WHAT’S GOING ON TODAY??? MY BIRTHDAY WAS MORE THAN A MONTH AGO, I AM SCREAMING AGAIN
MARI I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHH, I HAVE A SWEET THOOTH, BUT YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE ME A CARIES BY HOW SWEET YOU ARE🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
I hope you had an amazing day and I am sending you a huge hug with positive vibes🫶🫶
If we ever met I will cook you a huge tiramisù or some zeppole if you prefer, anything you ask😭🧎🏼♀️
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May i applaud you! Like seriously MMB has become one of my favorite fics! I love how you have developed the story! Patiently waiting for the next chappy! As always take good care of yourself & drink your water💗
mary you are so sweet!!! I'm so happy you love the fic, truly I feel like a good writer when I see your reactions in your reblogs : ) I'm going to be working on part 5 soon and I think you'll love it!
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A little Gabriel Self-ship stuff, because I'm trying not to spiral. Aka: Gabriel has a small crisis related to religion.
Gabriel stood outside Maycella's altar room. They had told him that they were fine with him coming in if he needed them, but he wasn't comfortable with interrupting something like that. Faith was hard for him to come to terms with. It had hurt him many times before, allowing Marie to perish, Trevor to suffer, and him to become a monster, who was worse than Satan.
Much had changed from that though. He still didn't necessarily worship Him, but he was calmer towards Him. It was strange. He had stood in the halls of one of the churches in town, and felt nothing. No presence of anything Holy. Not even as he sat through the service. It wasn't like what he remembered as a human. It made him feel simultaneously angry and sad. Why would He assign Gabriel as His Champion and the Protector of Earth, yet He couldn't appear just to answer some of Gabriel's questions?
He looks back at Maycella's altar room door. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on the door. "Come in!" Was muffled behind the door. Gabriel steps into the room, only to be greeted with the dim lights that hang around the room, and the candles on various shelves that were lit. It smelled of frankincense and sandalwood, two of Maycella's favorite scents. It also smelled of coffee cakes, whiskey, and sugar water; the offerings sitting on three altars.
Maycella was sitting in front of one of the altars, he believed this one was for Cimeries. The black horses that decorated the desk told him he was correct. He looked over at the window, another altar standing there. Mellona was the one this altar was dedicated too, the bees figures and house plants decorating the shelves. Maycella tried to have a small window garden, with.... Oh what did they call it? It was a native plant to their country... Black-eyed Susans! They were sparse, but he found the simple flowers beautiful. They reminded him of Maycella. Speaking of which, they were letting him have a quiet moment, which he appreciated.
They made eye contact and he steps over to them. He sits behind them, and wraps his limbs around them. "May.... What are you doing?" He asks them. It was a soft question, that they were more than willing to answer.
"I'm doing some tarot readings and journaling for Cimeries." They answered, "did you want to participate?" He shakes his head, "no... Not now." There was too much on his mind. They seem to understand that, as they go back to their journaling. He closed his eyes and set his head on top of theirs. Gabriel let the scent of the incense and offerings fill his senses.
He felt it here. The peace that he used to feel in church all those centuries ago. It made Gabriel wonder, what if he was the reason He didn't speak to him? Maybe.....maybe it was time to reopen the door and try again. If he was to be God's Champion, he should make an equal effort to meet Him in the middle. With a soft sigh, he speaks softly to Maycella, "May? Could I... Could we...?" His words trail off, but they knew what he meant.
"Of course." Was all they said, as they both stood up and headed towards the quiet corner of the room. It was a corner with some blankets, books, snacks, drinks, and a... Um... Bean bag! Yes, that was it. Maycella pulled back the blankets, laying down first. Gabriel crawled in, laying his head on their chest. In the gentle glow of the room, the smell of frankincense in the air, and the sound of Maycella's heart in his ears, he closes his eyes, letting his body rest. Maycella picks up a book they'd been reading, carding their fingers through Gabriel's hair.
Two hours later, Marie peeks into the room. "May? Gabriel? You two ok?" She stepped inside the room and looked around. She always loved Maycella's altar room, but she respected that this was Maycella's space, so Marie didn't enter unless with permission. Turning her head, she sees the two sleeping in the corner of the room.
Maycella was on their back, a book slipping out of their hand. Gabriel was sleeping on top of them, drooling on their chest a little. She smiles and steps over, tucking them back in, with a kiss on the forehead for each. Marie turns back and puts out the candles. Gently, she shuts the door behind her. Marie would wake them up later. For now, her and Trevor could handle dinner.
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i love how you change your pfp but it's always aurora you change but always recognizable on my dash iconic behaviour
Why did this make me emotional🥺 that's so sweet!! I'm so happy if aurora pics is something I can be associated with :) She was a big part of my childhood, and now it feels weird to have something else as a pfp tbh🩷
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