Hannah's 1x1!

A basic 1x1, name's Hannah and running the GMT+2 timezone.

[abedroomdweller]

A closed rp blog for me and them friends I still have on this site! Love you

I have now, officially, replied to all the threads I had in my drafts for the two people I have somewhat regular contact with. As of that, I will be logging off this account so please do follow me on my new one and tag our posts with that url so I can find it again <3 

It’s going to be closed as I don’t have time for roleplay much at all, but I’ll do my best to still stay active! 

[abedroomdweller]

family matters || william & oliver

[abedroomdweller]

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“I – “, Oliver cut off, baffled by the anger he felt from his father. Although it wasn’t pointed in his direction he still managed to plead guilty in this madness of a situation. Had he ever truly seen William mad during their seven years together? He wasn’t certain, his age overpowering his memories and his illness overpowering what little left he had of his cognitive skills. “No, maybe not.” It was all he could push through, biting his lower lip as William kept rambling on about the injustice, wondering if there was anything left for him to cover his mother and otherwise council members behind. He was right, wasn’t he? About the unfairness. About his right to question what Eleanor had done to ease it up on his return. Truthfully speaking, Oliver held no answers. For once he was mute, silenced by the reality that met him halfway through the room. His body flinched back as William rose up from the couch, quickly extending a hand to calm him down. “Dad, please… can we just… drop this? There’s really no need to linger. Nothing you or I can do to better it. We aren’t home any longer and it’s out of our control. Discussing it won’t change anything.” More so because he didn’t want to further the topic of his mother. No matter what she was a gem in his eyes, a sort of hope to cling to and William didn’t know… about anything still. He was as clueless as of when they had first started and Oliver was getting too mentally exhausted to push on. 

Covering parts of his face with the back of the already moving hand, Oliver was buying himself time, pondering on his options for the now he was facing. If his situation at home wasn’t good enough to discuss, perhaps a matter from over here was. William was clearly riled up to the point of no return and he really could not see a reason not to fill in on the rest of the news, considering he had no idea of when (or if) it would come to bite him in the ass. “Uh, not quite”, Oliver began and moved his hand from his face back to his side. “There’s one more thing you should know, dad. Just in case… something would happen. You’re the last person right now that need to become aware and I wish I would have trusted you with it sooner.” A pause, his palms shaking with nervosity and he crossed his arms as to hide it away from himself and William. “Remember when I ended up at the hospital for a few weeks? I, hm, told you my co-owner and I got robbed while working over and – “ Oh boy. What he wouldn’t pay to have passed over the truth sooner. Dumb him. Dumb choice. No surprise though. “It was a… lie. I just didn’t know what to say and I was still processing what had happened on my own. It was too complicated to dive into at the time and I’m sorry.”

He wanted to drop it. Execute the topic and move on, something clear to William in both body language and tone -- yet it was hard to him to drop it. To wave it off for another day when they could sit down and do this all over again, slowly chipping away at the truth his son was seated upon and refused to open up about. William didn’t know what to do. How to feel or react. He didn’t want to seem harsh, or judge a situation he didn’t have the full picture of but his body still trembled by the thought of a mere sinister reality he held no control over -- and never would. Surely he could step up now, offer Oliver some stability and try his best to reconnect but it still had to happen mutually between them. “Fine, I’m not going to push you any further today”, William agreed as he inhaled a chunk of air to prepare himself for, what he thought, was the ending to their conversation. That until Oliver continued, this time aiming his attention towards another section of their life -- a current one. “Of course I remember that! I don’t think I have ever been that scared in my whole life, I -- “ A lie? The honestly struck him once again, narrowing his brows to secure this sudden reveal out of nowhere. “Okay... I’m listening. What happened?” His body was still tense, unsure of what was to hit him. 

[abedroomdweller]

confessions and slow burns || belle & cora

[abedroomdweller]

ordinaryillusion:

It was strange when Cora was the one moving conversation along, usually it would be Belle not leaving a minute of silence when they meet, but now all the pressure feel on Cora’s shoulders and for once Cora was not going to buckle under the force.  This was the least she could do for her friend, for Belle. Once they reached home and headed inside, Cora couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, even though her plants and the state of her place was abysmal, a sense of calmness washed over her, the familiarity of her apartment was all she needed to feel more like herself again.

“Sorry it is such a mess,” Cora said, when she spotted Belle looking around. Picking up things, she threw them into the storage closet, clearing some place where they can sit in peace. They were only few times were Cora was ashamed of her place, and this was one of them. Hearing Belle’s question, she immediately shook her head and walked over to her side. “No, no, I’m fine thank you. You just sit and talk, get everything that’s in your head and heart out, that’s all I need you to do.” Even though, Cora may have been less involved in their personal lives, or unable to relate to exactly what Belle was going through, she understood heartbreak, that was small piece of the big picture, but it was something. 

“But, if you don’t feel like talking right away, that is also fine, I’m not going to force you into anything,” she said assuring her friend. Cora was not  the one to pry anyway. Walking back into her kitchen, Cora rummaged around for some chocolate. “I’ve seen in the movies that ice cream and pizza seem to be the comfort food, but sadly, I only have tea and chocolate, we can order pizza if that’s also your comfort food.”

When Cora apologized about the mess around her apartment, Belle was quick to raise her hands and shake her head to dismiss her friend. “Gosh, no! Don’t worry about that, I’m not here to judge you -- thing have been... weird and we can only do so much.” Which wasn’t far from the truth, even if it was unusual to see Cora of all people being messy. She had cared for Oliver’s downwards weeks enough times to know when a place had to wait for it’s time to shine, that sometimes you could no nothing but throw the trash on the floor and head to bed instead. Hell, even she had been like that once when the alcohol had gotten the better of her, barely making it through work as the company around her sent her through fits of anxiety. It couldn’t be helped. 

Belle held her tongue as Cora rushed around, suddenly discussing comfort food, as it gave her time to ponder on what she would dare to share with Cora and what was best left unsaid. How much did Cora actually know about her past, by the way? Her fear of men and long it had taken her to finally find someone that gave her a sense of trust and comfort, only to throw it all under the bus due to some blurry reasons he now refused to explain? Ugh, it made her head hurt. “That’s really nice of you, Cora, but not necessary. Unless you want to watch a movie later? I think we could do with a well deserved break after this, just kick back and forget about the world around us!” She smiled over, supporting her chin inside the palm of her head as she kept following Cora with her deep, brown eyes. 

“I also... don’t really know where to start with the rest of it. Most of all I just want to punch something and hope everything else I feel follow with it, but it’s never that easy.” She shook her head, moving herself back into a seated position and crossed her arms. “I think the worst thing of all would be the, you know, lies. I don’t want you, him or anyone else I hold close to feel like you need to lie to me about harsh subjects. Not when we can talk it through and solve it together. I told him this would happen, asked him to tell me -- alongside a few others -- if that asshat came back and yet he didn’t.” She snorted, a hint of annoyance weaved into her words. “It stings, Cora. He hurt not just me, but also you.”  

[abedroomdweller]

orthographerps‌:

Angie’s chin perked up as Belle complimented her, not short on showing her fondness for the words ‘envy’ that she often loved to place into the chest of women and men both. “Thank you, sweetheart, it means a lot!” A statement which rang true, finding no reason to place a close friend such as Belle beneath herself, besides her own growing ego. However, the topic for today wasn’t Angelica or the way she wished to feel, and she was eager to listen in on Belle’s mind as they sat down to talk. Her sharp, blue eyes glued themselves stuck on the woman opposite whilst her own mind played around with future opportunities. Honestly speaking? No part of Angie wanted to pull Belle away from her feelings and force her to fall for someone that might, or might not, offer her an equal stability to her ex. Although Oliver had never opened up to her, Angie didn’t mind him and found him amusing at best – knowing there was a reason Persep… Cora, had chosen to attach herself to this mortal. As also said about Belle. A charming pair they were, sharing oh so many traits whilst also walking life’s path in their own quirky ways. Constantly thugging each other along. 

“No? I want to say it’s common, but that’s nothing short of a lie seen from our time and age. But, darling, it’s not unheard of. How long were you married for, if I’m allowed to snoop?” Angelica knew about the more important aspects in regards to Belle, but had never thought to ask about her past as a married woman – more so because she deemed it a reason Belle had decided to move on with another man. As well as her constant mentions of needing to feel safe. “You will be a wonderful mother once you reach that part of your life, it’s certainly an experience all on its own to hold your first child in your arms.” A slight smile grew on Angie’s lips, followed by a delighted chuckle as she leaned back in her chair – falling into a dreamlike state of mind. Shaking her head to move back into reality, she added: “I’m also pretty sure Oliver is flattered you thought well enough of him to gain those wants of yours, but men are the way they are.”

She didn’t want to start over, or imagine a future without him. The words stung in Angelica’s chest, near wanting to open her mouth and offer a temporary solution that perhaps didn’t linger all too clean in the eyes of the law, but refrained against it as she knew her friend was better than that. Her potions and spells only worked so far, a gamble of life and choices. Eventually, Angelica let out a howl of laughter, clapping her hands together as she heard Belle’s description. “Hah! Sometimes I have a hard time believing we live in an age in which the handsome Prince Charming is a memory long forgotten. No one wants that anymore, they’re too bland I hear.” Tales had grown more complex since her own time, that was certain. “I bet we can find you something keen to that as well, men aren’t onesided even if they want us to think such. How do you want to go about this, love? Blind dates? Speed dates? Just tell me and I’ll cook it right up!”

How long had she been married to Adam? The phrasing of the question was one that assumed the once couple had found the time to divorce, but reality came different. She wondered what to say, if Angelica would judge her if she told her the truth about her marriage or if she would be understanding of her situation. It wasn’t... unheard of yet married people that went on to date other people, due to finanical reasons or because they craved a break. In her own case, how did she divorce someone she couldn’t even gain contact with? She had often wondered what would happen if Adam showed up one day to reclaim her, if he still had that type of right to pull her back and keep her away from marrying someone new. If she ever wanted to marry someone new, as the only other person that had made her consider that as an option wasn’t exactly in her life as of now and also happened to oppose the idea of marriage all together. 

“I, uh... I think I should still consider myself married, actually. I don’t like it, but I never divorced as well.” Belle pursed her lips, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth as she uttered the truth. “How long we were together before I ended up here is a different topic though and we were together for about four years. Not counting my year simply stuck with him inside that castle.” This time she rolled her eyes, wondering how he had managed to win her over in the first place. She had been stupid and foolish to think that selfish people could ever change their ways, only having their own self-gain in mind. As the topic shifted to something lighter, Belle found herself smiling at Angie’s compliments and belief in her friend. “Thank you, I do hope so! How many children do you have, again? Does it always fill you with the same sense of wonder when you get another?” It was hard to believe Angelica, much like Cora, happened to be thousands of years old as they barely passed by the age of twenty-five. 

“Oh, I know! I mean, I do love me an old classic tale of romance where the two end up happily ever after with some evil wizard or power hungry person get in between -- but they have really gotten creative these days. I’d say most still enjoy the same old tropes, it just has more meat on it and isn’t just a tale to share around a fire.” Oh man, how did she want to go about the dates. The mere thought sent her into a stage of mental sweating, pulling the collar around her neck as it grew tighter against her skin to choke her of all her possibilities. What would work best for her? “Maybe blind dates, that way I can’t deny people without having to get to know them or try and weasle my way out of a date.” This was it, no turning back. 

[abedroomdweller]

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“If I tell you the truth, where’s the fun in keeping you guessing?” Irene replied with a mischievous smile. There was nothing for her to hide, as far as she was aware everything about her was as normal as could be; but the thought of a running joke between them was tempting at best. “I wish I could help you remember, but I mainly read comics and such. Books are only for research or when heavily bored.” Perhaps she should pick up a few more? Connect with Belle on a different level? Although, as she kept listening to her friend’s arguments her taste for the idea both grew and faded simultaneously. She was created to be nosy, that much Irene had gathered from her own non-existent universe, but the thought of knowing more about someone than perhaps they knew themselves was a tad terrifying. “Oh, that’s a good point! I doubt every single character created will pop up here in Canada, that’d be hell to cover up seeing how many there supposedly is and will be – but I get it.” Life had become unpredictable at best, even above her own standards of what should be considered fun. However, was there much one could do about it? No. Not really. “Further our adventures? You’re finally speaking my language, lady! One more drink for the road? We still have a mission on our hands.”

“Hah, obviously you of all people would enjoy that tremendously whilst I would walk around being clueless until the end of days”, Belle pointed out with a playful wink. If there was one thing she knew about Irene, it was the fact she loved to have fun and pull people along with said fun. She was the type of carefree person Belle wished she could be, someone who didn’t step back because of some doubtful thoughts now and then. “Gosh, I don’t think I have ever read a full comic book -- I mostly see those strips in newspapers. Most of the humor go straight over my head.” Seeing at it was supposed to be relatable humor, her own situation was something she reckon no one would write about in such an easy manner. “Maybe we should do one each? I read a comic of your chosing and you read a book of my chosing!” What would happen if every character popped up here, even the bad ones? Or, more bad ones. Unlike normal criminals, villians often came with powers and visions, much like Galbatorix once did -- they had been lucky to stop him, but who said someone else wouldn’t take his place sooner or later? “That sounds like a great idea! I’m done dwelling, let’s get our nerves in check and then we will see what we can find around this place.”

[abedroomdweller]

orthographerps:

Simon only barely noticed Viola’s kiss, his head stuck in a maze of answers in regard to her question. Was he nervous? The word ‘nervous’ wasn’t even close to describing his actual nerves at this moment. It was more of a lunch rush panic, each and every emotion of his running in between the million little tasks they had going trying to keep him moving. Being that he hadn’t even left the apartment yet and already wished to book a holiday far off spoke more than his simple explanations. He forced himself back into reality, offering Viola a peck back as he grabbed her hand with gentle (but a near clinging to life) touch and hugged it as long as he was offered. “Maybe… maybe it won’t. Life has many surprises for me, truthfully.” If he was the one to decide he would have kept his relationships secret, hell if he even wanted his parents to get to know either of his friends in fear they’d find a way to turn them against him. “But it is what you want, I’m not going take that away from you.” 

He reckoned it was a form of acceptance to land yourself among your partner’s family members, to watch them melt around you and whisper the sweet “they’re the one” in each other’s ears throughout the evening. There would be no such acceptance tonight, he already knew that but he feared Viola hadn’t quite wrapped her head around this piece of fact as well. How was she to take it? Not bad, he hoped, as the only family of his that had to accept Viola into their life was the small one waiting for his return. The only person that, above all, mattered in the long run and the only he’d never survive without. 

Exhaling to gather himself, Simon shook his head to brush off whatever was left of his previous thought of mind – wanting to fill himself with the curiosity and forwardness of Viola. “Let’s go, then, shall we? The faster I can get to the bar the better, just promise me we will leave if they start to make a fuss. I don’t want them to insult you in any way, alright?” Nudging Viola to move, Simon reached for her coat and handed it over. “I want you to feel comfortable.”

Oh, why did he have to be so humble with her? Everything about his tone, his posture and his wordings seemed so soft and sincere, aimed at the best of her will to the point it gave her cavities to keep listening due to the aboundance of sweet. Why couldn’t he, just for once, be like she had predicted? Happy to have someone to flaunt, to get people staring in return for some cute dresses and sex. Perhaps this was why she never dated the younger kind, but it was too late to pull back on her plans by now -- it was a ride or die type of deal and one part of her was curious to see how far she could take it. “Aw, you’re such a sweetheart Simon”, Viola mused and pushed herself closer to his body, a smooth grin to match her words. 

“I’m not one easily offended, dear, you don’t have to worry about me. All and all you have to learn to worry less, the stress will get to you and we can’t have that!” Especially not before she got her share of the cake. As far as she was aware, his parents weren’t fond of sharing their wealth with people that didn’t belong to family or counted as one, and having Simon crash on her because of some weak nerves meant unnecessary hassle in her place. Oh well, if she had to marry herself into it, she would. “I have to say you always make me feel so appreciated and well taken care of. I wish more men were like that, instead of treating me like a trophy.” 

Viola accepted the coat, hugging it against her body as she nodded and turned around to face the door. She was ready alright, to finally meet face to face with the people that could make or break her future. What would she have to do, to get on their good side? That question was left to be answered, Viola stated as she grabbed Simon’s hand and allowed him to lead her to his car. 

[abedroomdweller]

I DID A NEW BLOG!! It has the same url as this one did, because I see no reason to change :) @abedroomdwellers1x1 and I’m certainly holding my thumbs it’s not going to mess up with my computer as much as this one have, for some odd reason. I am going to wrap up all my threads on this blog before I move over completely, so please do tag me again when you reply or tell me when it’s replied to if it’s a text thread <3 

[abedroomdweller]

orthographerps‌:

“Who says you weren’t supposed to, hm? I could very well have brainwashed you into coming with me!” Robin winked Belle’s way before he tucked in the map again to place it back inside the backpack. Having company brought many of his hidden desires forward, to simply have someone to talk to even when out in the middle of nowhere and knowing they’d understand you was one of them. He had long thought of adding an assistant to his blog, someone to share his work chores with but he became hesitant due to the many mismatches in his life. People either didn’t appreciate his work enough to understand it, as with many of his exes, or they weren’t interested in changing lifestyle. The blog was something akin to a child of his by now and he wasn’t willing to share it with just about anyone fulltime. Oh well, maybe one day. As for now, he welcomed the company Belle gave him and wasn’t going to beg for more than he could chew. “It does though, doesn’t it? I love the outdoors, it’s unpredictable and freeing. The city doesn’t have the same array of choices, you can’t see past the street lights at night and the air is thick with toxic waste.” Robin pursed his lips, wondering if there’d ever be a day he’d move to a big city. He had tried to wrap his head around the idea whilst dating but yet to find enough of a reason to fully settle down. “Well, Miss, how about some jerky and canned soup?” He arched an eyebrow in amusement as he watched Belle try and save her feet from further pain, wondering if he had anything she could use to ease the blood flow. “Walking long distances with new shoes is never one to recommend, but if we do this again I’m certain they’ll be just perfect for our next adventure.”

“Brainwashing sounds rather extreme, mister”, Belle pointed out with a grin, still massaging her feet. “I’d like to think I’m enough of a free spirit myself to go along willingly, but on second thought this might also be a punishment for my drunken behaviors. I wouldn’t hold that against you, honestly speaking.” She arched a brow, carefully listening in on Robin as he continued to speak his many reasons and thoughts in regards to his lifestyle -- one part of her filled with envy one actually had the power to loosen themself from society in such a way and never feel the need to go back. “No, I can only agree. I, uh, used to live on the country side before I moved to Canada and although I love accessability and possibilities inside the city I also miss the calm and quiet of no traffic.” At best you heard horses whine or dogs bark, maybe a neighbor up and running still but that was it. Less people and less issues beyond what came with classism. France had been no paradise back then, but it had yet held its charm. “Oh! I’ll eat anything by now, do as you wish. I’m here to experience your lifestyle, after all, to get some new insight in my life. Challenge me as much as you want, Robin.” And she meant it, needing someone to push her limits and especially out if her now comfortzone. “That’s such a terrifying idea to me right now, come back in a couple of years and I might have recovered.”

[abedroomdweller]

orthographerps:

Annoyed, was that the right word to use? No part of him had settled from Caden’s prompted text message telling him he had some sort of “date” to attend, that (for some reason) she had decided to fumble around online using his picture and his name to catfish some poor lady – just for the sake of getting an ugly laptop. Fucking hell, this was the main reason he hated having his picture taken and even more so why he never shared them with other people. Yes, not even people he usually trusted. Caden was a sneaky woman by the end of the day, he had spared enough evenings and days with her to never fully let down his guard whenever she needed something or had something to show. This though? A whole new level of utter bullshit. 

Oliver hadn’t even bothered to dress up beyond his usual clothing style, not finding it necessary when he wasn’t about to stay longer than what it took for him to deliver the truth. If Caden thought for one single second that he was going to waste hours pretending to be someone he was not for a stranger he didn’t care for – she was wrong. The sooner he could expose Caden and let this woman free from the scam the better it was, not as if it was his problem if she got the police after her. She was lucky he didn’t send them after her just to teach her a lesson, as the laws had a thing or two to say about identity theft. 

Finding his way to the restaurant, Oliver inhaled deeply to muster up for the coming conversation – stepping inside with something that felt like energy but was more likely his last cup of coffee still lingering in his streams. It didn’t take him long to find the woman Caden had shown a picture off and he hurried between the light crowd to hopefully get a word in before she did. Not so lucky. Was she nervous? She both looked and acted the case, causing his shoulders to slope and his annoyance to drip off him. Thank you? That was a new one. “Ah, well… hello to you too. Nice to meet you, Belle.” After all, this was his first time talking to her and he knew basically nothing outside what Caden had told him about his new persona and shallow facts. Could he really break it to her yet? Hm… maybe it was better to ease her up first. Accepting her hand in a firm shake he added: “Nice place you picked, have you… eaten here before?” 

He was real. She wasn’t sure of why, but the mere thought filled her with relief beyond words, her smile growing a tad stronger as he spoke up using her name. Something about his demenor seemed tired and one bit annoyed, finding it off in comparison to what she had come to get used to during their long talks -- but maybe it was all part of work? At least he didn’t seem all too confident, stated through his voice that filled up with hesitation as he threw a question her way. Damn, he was cute and her eyes fluttered as she tried to keep contact, but eventually had to embrace defeat as they traveled to the floor to ease up on the situation. “I... have, yes. A few times. It’s pretty cozy and quiet, I thought that... heh, that it’d be good for a first meeting.” But maybe she was wrong? Maybe this date would turn out to be a straight out disaster because of her own choices? Maybe they were moving things too fast, at that? Oh god. Oh no. Breathe! 

“We should check in, just so that no one else steal our table”, Belle pointed out and nudged Oliver against the reception, near tempted to let her arm slink in around his to see how he’d react and make them seem more official. Sadly, she decided against it and instead move forward to state her name and reservation -- not needing to wait long as most staff recognized her from the go. Welcome, Mrs. LeClair. This way, Mrs. LeClair. She didn’t have the strength to correct them, once again wondering if people still saw her as a taken woman. Would the staff judge her for bring a new person to her table that wasn’t strictly platonic? Belle quickly shook her head and turned back to her date, smile in place as they came closer to their table. “I hope you don’t mind them calling me Mrs. It’s... hard to break habits I guess. I actually used to come here with my late husband, so bringing someone new is sort of a way for me to brush off the old and move on.” She didn’t want to get sappy on their first date, thus keeping it brief and playful, but at least he deserved an explaination. 

[abedroomdweller]

orthographerps:

What is that to you, he wanted to add but decided against it. No, he hadn’t changed much since their breakup and some occasions he merely seemed to have gotten worse by default. Habits that were as much someone’s punchline as they were someone’s concerns, there was no win in that situation. “That’d incline I’ve actually had the chance to meet a bull, but you know it is. You should rather spend your life doing the things that make you feel something, opposed to spending it asking what if.” A motto he’d kept with him since late teenage years. It filled his own life with opportunities and chances, not seatbacks and questions. Robin eventually offered himself a proper, swift look around the apartment – taking a mental note of the lifestyle Clark seemed to have picked up for himself throughout the years. It was modern and classy, a bachelor pad at its best. Of course he must have wrapped up college by now, had he stuck with his career choices? Robin found himself slowly growing curious but zipped his mouth shut. 

“Hm…” Have breakfast? With an ex? He couldn’t say that was a common occurrence. Although his hotel might not be serving there were plenty of other places that still did, ones that wouldn’t force him into a cautious state or make him wish he was anywhere but here. A moment’s thought, wondering if he looked closer to an airheaded fool in this instances opposed to someone with their opinions in check. Eventually, Robin dropped the shoes back on the floor, crossing his arms with a doubtful mind. “Fine. Just breakfast. I have other matters I need to attend to today.” He’d be out in less than a heartbeat if Clark tried anything or if their semi-pleasant conversations developed in the wrong direction. 

“So uh… what are you up to these days?” At least that was something. Something was better than nothing. “You seem better off than – eh, they didn’t drag you back?”

Clark rolled his eyes as Robin purposed a motto he must have heard a thousand times by now, amused by the memories that suddenly flooded his head -- as well as feeling that casual sting of having messed those memories up for good. Robin had always been kind and patient with him, no matter what came in between them from his direction, supposedly for the same reason as the motto. He didn’t want to linger on any what ifs. Clark, on the other hand was filled with them. A vast difference the two men sat on. “I know, I know. I can only reckon you’re still at it one way or another.” What was he to say? “Maybe if more people thought like that, life wouldn’t be so miserable for the majority of humankind”, he joked, although knowing there was more to it than just your spirit and dedication to live. 

But, it was a thought short-lived as he heard Robin accept his breakfast invitation, his heart fluttering in excitement and fear upon realizing they’d get the opportunity to talk further. “Just breakfast”, Clark confirmed with a nod, waving at Robin to follow him to the room on the left. His kitchen wasn’t exactly on the bigger scale, fitting a table of three and a wall of counters and the usual. His eyes glossed over Robin as the questions began to roll in, thankful they were able to keep it plesant. “I’m a P.E teacher, not my ideal career but helping kids embrace sports isn’t so bad either.” He shrugged. “And no. They... tried but I managed to talk some sort of sense into them. I can’t say they’ve fully accepted my lifestyle but it’s better than nothing.” 

Clark allowed a brief pause to linger as he shuffled over to his fridge, grabbing for the usual as he mustered up some questions of his own. “And you? Are you working on anything specific over here or just cruising?” 

[abedroomdweller]

TEXT: EILEEN & CLAIRE

CLAIRE: yep sure do hope so

CLAIRE: ughh eileen... are you really this oblivious to your own situation or do you just wanna play the dumb card to get away from the blame?

EILEEN: ??????

EILEEN: I'm just trying to be nice to you why the hell are you getting your stockings in a twist about it.

[abedroomdweller]

TEXT: EILEEN & AMNA

AMNA: Who does?! Either you eat candy or you eat a snack. And there's sugar in literally everything these days unless you make it yourself from the very bottom. Nothing i safe :(

AMNA: I dont think Im aware of this challenge you speak of, do you have a reference or something? It sounds like a fun one :)

AMNA: You dont know how to cook? Oh no. Oh... no... why Eileen. Everyone can cook something basic though, you can use spices on mac and cheese as well.

EILEEN: No, that's now how it works! The sugar you get from let's say a fruit or fruit based snacks is much healthier and keeps you active longer than the plain sugar from a cake or a piece of candy. I don't mind either but :)

EILEEN: You're not?! Wild! Just search it on youtube, it should be everywhere and it's hilarious. Are you sure??? I'm worried I'd cry afterwards chili is so intense.

EILEEN: :( Why are you shaming me like this I thought we were friends newly met.... I mean I can do some basic stuff but usually I prefer to eat out or let my bf cook.

[abedroomdweller]

orthographewrites replied to your post: I swear this Tumblr account is haunted or cursed,...

how do one manage to have a haunted account I’m crying but do as you wish!! you know I’ll follow you anywhere c’:

I dont know and I dont want it!!!!! Its fine as long as I dont have anything else open besides this blog/browser but the second I want to watch youtube or netflix I’m doomed :( I will dwell on it whilst I try some replies <3

[abedroomdweller]

I swear this Tumblr account is haunted or cursed, because literally everytime I log on to do stuff something happens on it that none of my others have/have done? My internet turned itself off on my just now as I was editing a post and my dash is the slowest thing ever to load although I only follow about five people. It’s so strange! I might move my blog over to a new account, see if it helps with the speed at least :( It’s so narly to do replies when nothing wants to load, not even plain text.

[wnq-writers]

If anyone were to ask me why I love you, I am certain that my answer would vary every time. I might say “the laziness in his voice,” or maybe “the innocence in his smile,”. I might answer “the softness in his actions,” or possibly “the strength in his character,”. After all, I do not have a single reason to not love you. There’s not a single thing about you that I have not come to love with every bit of me. And it’s okay, if you do not or will never feel the same about me. Because for me, as long as there’s a smile on those lips every once in a while and a glint of contentment in those eyes, I will never ask for more. Even if you were to leave me at this moment, it doesn’t matter, for I will continue to fall in love with you everyday.

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