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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
#extradirty
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@aloneinxthenight
i hear it calling down in my soul grippin' my bones it won't let go won't you wake me up?
indie original character for the cw’s supernatural est. 2012 by yours truly; stepha, mun 18+ multiverse, multiship semi-selective
caught in a bad dream wake me up i wanna see the sun
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ PSA ♥
Since tumblr is being a gigantic butt when it comes to sending asks to people right now, if you want to send me an ask (such as a meme or a question you want to ask me) MY IMs ARE OPEN.
Do not hesitate to send me an IM to send the thing, especially if we are mutuals!
Tik Tok Meme Sentence Starters
Here are a series of quotes from Tik Tok’s that stuck in my head. Most of them are just funny but there are musical quotes involved as well
“I can’t believe that its finally me and you and you and me, just us. And your friend (Insert name)”
“Gamer boy’s get so mad at me when my voice doesn’t turn out like a little anime girl. But I’m sorry my genetics said no, and you’re gonna fucking deal with it.”
“HOLD UP HOLD UP! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH! RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST BRO!……YOU’RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I’M WRONG? AM I WRONG?”
“Please don’t be ugly….PLEASE don’t be ugly….please……please…….*gasp* OHMYGO-”
“I’ll whoop yo ass……your girlfriend look like my mom”
“ *exasperated sigh* It’s not that fucking hard! SWING, SNAP, ROCK!”
“Why….am….I….here.”
“Why is your dad outside….” “Lock up the house!”
“WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS SNITCHED ON ME TO MY MOM?!”
“It’s just…pure mindless vandalism!”
“Are you mentally deficient?!”
“If I was mentally deficient, I would’ve missed.”
“(Insert name) there ain’t gonna be a to-mo-nah nah nah nah, if you don’t put your fucking seatbelt-b-belt-b-belt ON! YOU’RE GONNA DIE!”
“PUT YOUR BACK IN IT! PUT YOUR BACK IN IT! PUT YOUR BACK IN IT! JUST A LITTLE MORE! PUT YOUR BACK IN IT!”
“I’m going to have to put on…my…. fuckin’ double seeing glasses. Because I can’t even begin to see, the amount of BULLSHIT coming from you.”
“I was a princess doing alright, then I became a girl in the village overnight!”
“I just wanted an ice cream! The cat- the cat’s got into the freezer! GET OUT!”
“Gentlemen, the girls and the gays don’t want you. The girls and the gays want a Zuko or a Sokka. If you’re neither of those two, take a seat - NEXT CALLERRRR!
“Roses are red, I like going to bed, yknow what else is a common occurrence? Wanting to drop dead.”
“Roses are red, my mental health is unsteady, I GAVE YOU MORE MONEY THAN THE CIVIL WAR COST AND YOU FUCKIN SPENT IT ALREADY?”
“Don’t be trying to double back, I already despise you!”
Just a ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ,
I still scream in my sleep,
in my sleep I still scream
Summer Glau
“ Why should we trust you? ”
@aloneinxthenight
“Well, it’s either trust me or come up with your own idea.” She quipped, looking up from muddling the herbs she’d found.
“If you have any bright ones, now would be the time to share them.”
noditchablepromdate:
She’d been struggling from the moment she knocked on his door. Bobby wasn’t blind, especially when it came to his kids (and Alison had earned that status about five minutes after they first met), and he’d taken one look at her and seen immediately that something terrible had happened.
The news of Caleb’s death was a blow, and he’d had to sit down on his desk while he processed it, but the fact remained that they didn’t know exactly what had happened. Until they could investigate a little further, there wasn’t much to be done. Alison, meanwhile, had lost her mentor, and he wasn’t sure how she was maintaining her composure. It was like she felt she had some sort of duty to stay stoic about it…
Apparently a gentle suggestion that she was allowed to mourn was all it took to knock that idea down, though. As she began to crumble, he stood up and came over, wrapping his arms round her gently. “Hey now, hey, it’s okay,” he said, his head leaning against hers. “I gotcha. Let it out. You’ve been real brave.”
Crying was not something Alison did around other people often. It wasn’t just the life she’d chosen, though, she was well aware that it was better to keep emotions hidden--especially around strangers. Emotions were volatile and exploitable. Being able to control them was important. She’d quickly understood why hunters were gruff. Regardless, they were still human.
And so was she.
The last time she’d been this close to death was her mother’s death. She’d not choice but to mourn in silence, by herself, while she helped to take care of her brother, while she’d tried to usher her father of his grief induced stupor. She’d had to be strong then.
It was exhausting. And she was tired enough. After driving all night to get to Bobby’s, her walls were cracking.
Or really, they’d already cracked before. She was just done holding them up. So she let them fall and leaned into him as he came to comfort her, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears. Not that that did anything to stop them. She hugged him back, hands fisting in the worn fabric of his shirt as she, unsurprisingly, did what he told her to do. She let it out and cried because wasn’t the whole point of learning how to hunt to be able to prevent things like this? Caleb was better than she was; he was wiser and had much more experience. If he could die...
She hugged Bobby a bit tighter as the thought occurred to her that if Caleb could die then so could he. So could everyone she cared about. It wasn’t the first time she’d had it, certainly not. But the weight of it felt realer than it had before. Than it had in years, really. And it was terrifying.
She wasn’t sure how long she let the security of his hold lull and calm her. She only ever really felt such comfort when she was younger and her father did the same thing. There was no one who could replace her dad, but Bobby was family to her too. She wasn’t sure when, but she’d really come to rely on
She finally lifted her head, sniffling and wiping at her face again as she pulled back a step, “Sorry... I got your shirt wet...”
Communication is a must in RP
Yes, yes, communicating is scary. Shyness everywhere and it’s nerve-wracking to IM someone. But for real, even if things don’t work out, at least if you communicate you can say you tried. Here’s a bunch of reasons why it’s so important–
For new interactions: Remember the worst they can say is “No”. of course no needs to be respected but a really cool friend and partner could be there and you just don’t know it yet! Saying hi to new people can be nerve-wracking, but remember the worst they can do is say no so it’s worth a shot to ask them to plot or just shoot them a meme!
Improves overall interactions: When you communicate well and often, the treads get better. Obviously, not everyone can be online as much as everyone else, but if possible it can really show in a thread, there’s little to no awkwardness of ‘can I change the scene or do x?’ instead you can just pop into IMs and be like “hey can I do x?”. This also helps if a thread has kind of hit a lull and you aren’t sure what to do next. Instead of awkwardly dragging something out you can plot for the thread to take a new direction or drop it if it’s not working at all.
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