NO WORRIES.

indie oc, loved by pixie, est. 2016.you broke those promises but i'll get over it. 'cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air i don't really give a shit. but i'll get mad for the next ten years, but realize that sometimes things are great.

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Imogen Poots

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rcprobate‌.

“That’s the plan,” He admits with a slight nod. Ryan pulls away, retreating into the kitchen for a diet coke. For a second, he doesn’t look back at her, shoulders rigid until he sighs & the tension melts away. He glances over his shoulder. “I was thinking we could… Get out of town for a little while? Maybe take a trip up north.”

             there’s a moment where beth kind of wants to forget her responsibilities and just go. it’s a lot easier to do it on her own terms, rather than someone else’s. not that ryan would force the decision for her, he never did. she could always tell melinda and colleen something had gone down with her loved ones.  (  would  that  really  be  a  lie ?  )  as he takes a diet coke, she is sitting on the counter’s edge.  ❛  i  mean,  i  don’t  see  why  not.  where  did  you  wanna  go ?  ❜

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new year, new starter call !!  length will obviously vary.

[whoarei]

she guessed my favorite color first try..

but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now. 

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spotify’s released their ‘ top songs of 2018 ‘ personalized playlists ! send me a number from 1 to 100 and i’ll write you a starter based on the song ! could be one liner / lyric starter / para. anything !

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meta + shoes

send me meta + a topic so i can flesh out this nerd. 

status: always accepting.↳ @doesntlie.

beth has two pairs of shoes, and both are disastrously worn. there are no holes to speak of yet, but that doesn’t mean anything. it doesn’t mean if there were that’d change anything either. she’s got a pair of black van, and a pair of combat boots. there’s a few sandals somewhere, but honestly those are a couple bucks a pop and she’s not worried if zeus turns them to a chew toy. if she’s got a job to do, she wears her combat boots. if she’s just hanging out, it’s her vans.

[sacreddear]

nick cave & the bad seeds, murder ballads | lyric starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warnings for mentions of death, violence

i have no place to stay.

there was no laughter in the house.

i was visiting a sick friend.

it was midnight when i arrived home.

do you reckon me a friend?

stay all night with me.

i’ll walk with you a while.

she was no longer with me.

from the first day i saw her i knew she was the one.

she was more beautiful than any woman i’d seen.

then you sure didn’t see them around here.

even god’s little creatures, they have to die.

foul play can really get a small town going.

sooner or later we all gotta die.

fuck it! i’m a monster! i admit it!

everyone assumed the “warning” signs had followed them to the bottom.

i was laughing when they took me away.

it ain’t home, but you know, it’s fucking better than jail.

it ain’t such bad old place to have a home in.

they ask me if i feel remorse.

i’m happy as a lark and everything is fine.

everything is groovy and everything is fine.

she met a man along the way.

i couldn’t possibly permit you in.

seems you’ve remembered how to sleep.

your yard dogs are running all over the street.

why you close up shop so late?

i asked that girl which road she was taking.

you wouldn’t be the first.

you are an evil man.

i’ve lived in this town for thirty years.

did you know i lived in your street?

fear me! fear me! fear me!

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meta + lights

send me meta + a topic so i can flesh out this nerd. 

status: always accepting.↳ @doesntlie.

  she prefers soft incandescent lighting in her room, really. she likes things lit up, but she also can appreciate mood lighting. her favorite aesthetic with lights are probably neon at night, like the strip and how it’s lit up. it’s part of the reason she likes christmas so much, all of the fairy lights. her apartment has a lot of natural light, from the big bay window in the kitchen, and the fire escape in the living room. beth? she’s a fan of lights. darkness is fine too, but, if she had her way? it’d be all lit up and inviting.

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meta + comfort

send me meta + a topic so i can flesh out this nerd.

status: always accepting.↳ @doesntlie.

comfort comes easy to beth, because she lives simply. she doesn’t need a lot, but the few things that bring her the most amount of comfort are driving and food. beth’s not really an artistic person. she can play the ukulele, and she can kind of paint. she can cook though, she can really cook. she uses food as a medium for comfort as well as expression, and when she’s too lazy she finds comfort in the warm haze of the local diner. it’s a throwback to before she moved to reno. she used to spend the early hours of the morning either in a diner or driving, most nights it was a mixture of both and those are the two places she’s always felt the safest. 

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     the air here is different than it is in the city, or even the desert itself. it’s not the zero, and it isn’t an entrance to it: that’s at the jail west of nellis. the one they abandoned to build a super max facility. it’s stale, but there’s the faintest smell of orchids and pine. the ceiling’s collapsed in some places, and, in it’s own way it looks magical. the viola springs mall, another capitalist cadaver from the seventies and eighties. it’s become it’s own mecca, to the skaters, the kids with nowhere to go, and the vagrant souls. it’s derelict now, but soon enough someone will take refuge. that’s what these places are for.          when weaver shows up, there’s this shift. it’s faint, but beth’s become so accustomed to it that it almost feels as prevalent as anything else. it starts as a slow vibration, there’s a burn to the air. it’s almost too fresh. sometimes it changes, depending on the location. it’s like crisp air on a regular day, same kind of faint nose tingling. beth rubs it, because it always makes her itchy. there’s no real footsteps to indicate arrival, because weaver just ——— she’s there.                                  ❛  this  place  must’ve  been  huge  back  in  the  day,  you  can  almost  hear  paula  abdul  in  the  background.  ❜  beth smirks a bit,  she looks to a shadow in the distance. it almost looks like her. of course, that’s not the place weaver’s going to come out of.  ❛  i  have  some  snacks  if  you’re  hungry,  no  fries  but  crispy  m&ms  are  valid.  ❜

@doesntlie.

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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beth as a reaper pulls up in front of you in a bright yellow jeep playing ‘wouldn’t it be nice’ by the beach boys. heart shaped sunglasses on and a huge smile on her face, she’s just like “c’mon dude, we got shit to do!”

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    starter call, length will vary !!

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send me "if i was dating you" descriptions

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traumeriin‌.

@trashkick liked for a starter.

    “I’m sorry, these are the only bandaids I have.” She mumbles sheepishly as she hands over the paw patrol bandaids. “They’re for my kids.”

             ❛  you’re  a  gem,  ❜  beth smiles widely before putting the kids’ bandaid on her wound without so much as a second thought. usually, she’s not so careless but running late meant it was easy to forget the vitals.  ❛  i  owe  you  big  time.  ❜

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vvaytofall‌.

@trashkick / liked !

     ❝ Really bad time to get lost huh? ❞

     oh boy. it’s like she has a date with death or something.             ❛  i’m  the  embodiment  of  right  place,  wrong  time:  what  can  i  say ?  ❜