//I let my cat sleep on my bed and they’ve taken up half of it now. I have made a big mistake XD.
Color Me Curious
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

pixel skylines
almost home
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
EXPECTATIONS
cherry valley forever
Noah Kahan

tannertan36
Fieri Frames
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin

Jimmy Eat World

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Claire Keane
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Cosmic Funnies

#extradirty
YOU ARE THE REASON
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//I let my cat sleep on my bed and they’ve taken up half of it now. I have made a big mistake XD.
‘rough touch’
27. Your muse delivers beatings to mine
Thomas didn’t understand what was happening, all he knew was that it hurt and he couldn’t fight back. Perhaps he had done something to upset her, perhaps he had angered her but something was wrong with this whole situation. It had felt so sudden. Thomas had been at his school’s library, catching up on some school work when his chair was pulled from under him and he was on the floor and fists were flying at his face. Thomas tried to cover his face with his hands, even pushing a few hits away but it was the pain in his stomach that was bothering him. He whimpered and cried in pain.
“Please, stop”
Lilia had seen the back of his head and that was it. Assuming it was who she thought it was she’d pounced, beating the boy senseless until she heard him speak and the horror hit her. Oh my gosh…Wrong person! Her thoughts screamed and she stopped, knelt down guilt and horror clear in her features. “Holy crud, I’m so so sorry! I thought you were Jamie Crosswood, I’m so sorry.” Jamie Crosswood was one of her bullies and he’d gone too far with his last prank on her, setting her locker with all her things inside on fire. “Oh gosh…Can you walk? I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to attack you, I was looking for someone else, how hurt are you?”
The hitting had finally stopped, while it might have only been for a few minutes it had felt way longer than that to Thomas. His dad had warned him that some people in the world were mean but Tom had only come across one mean person at his time at this school - he was also only here part time. It was to see if he was ready for main stream education so this was a bit of a, well, strange welcome. Once the violence had stopped, Tom managed to uncurl himself just a little and he peak through his somewhat blooded fingers from the damage to his nose. His right eye was a little banged up but most of the damage, thankfully, was superficial and would heal in a day or two. It was his nose that had taken most of the blows.
“I’m not him” Tom finally replied. His eyes were wet with tears and so were his cheeks. “I’m Tom, see-” He pointed at a badge that was pinned to his sweater that said ‘Hi I’m TOM please show me around’. He wiped some of the tears away from his less hurt eye and tried his best not to sniff as his nose was bleeding a little. “Whose Jamie?” Tom added as he reached up to a nearby chair in order to pull himself up from the floor.
‘rough touch’
27. Your muse delivers beatings to mine
Thomas didn’t understand what was happening, all he knew was that it hurt and he couldn’t fight back. Perhaps he had done something to upset her, perhaps he had angered her but something was wrong with this whole situation. It had felt so sudden. Thomas had been at his school’s library, catching up on some school work when his chair was pulled from under him and he was on the floor and fists were flying at his face. Thomas tried to cover his face with his hands, even pushing a few hits away but it was the pain in his stomach that was bothering him. He whimpered and cried in pain.
“Please, stop”
Thoma Anderson | Indie OC | Sherlock | None Selective
OC friendly
Multiverse // Fandom
Autistic Mun.
Home // Ask // Open // Bio
[anyone fancy RPing?]
aspiehero:
“I don’t! I got sore lips that’s all”
‘Why are they sowe?”
“I bit them by aci’dunt when I tripped. My daddy said to suck on them but they taste nasty”
“Wish I could be part of that world.”
@aspiehero
“I’m not sure that world is a better one. Sometimes things only appear better from the outside. Why do you want to be a part of that world?”
“I-I suppose but, I just, people say I don’t belong here and I don’t understand why. I wish I could just be a octopus”
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and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
“How come you wook funny?”
“I don’t! I got sore lips that’s all”
Black Lab {Sentence Starters}
“I wonder why I’m so scared.”
“I know I’m not forgiven, but I hope that I’ll be given some peace.”
“I didn’t mean to push you.”
“Are you gonna leave me leave me now?”
“I didn’t mean to argue… didn’t mean to criticize you.”
“There are things I regret. That you can’t forgive. You can’t forget.”
“There are rules I had to break.”
“I always need you near me.”
“I know I’m not forgiven, but I need a place to sleep.”
“How does it feel to break me like you do?”
“I know you’re sick of me now.”
“Tell me why some things are out of reach.”
“Is there something you’d like to do tonight?”
“You’re scared of what you lose…or what you might gain this time.”
“How does it feel when I’m alone with you?”
“I have nightmares. I have dreams of you gone.”
“You don’t believe a word I say!”
“I don’t know what I’d do if I was walking here without you.”
“Maybe I’m making the whole thing up.”
“How does it feel to be like you?”
“I love you more than I should.“
[Anyone want to RP? Like for a starter]
[sorry about the delay with replies, I’ve had a super awesome and crazy week but I will be getting on with them in the next few days.]
Taken from here | @human-and-zygon
To be a father, a husband, someone’s significant other...Tom doubted that anyone would take him nor would he want to be a burden on them when his illness took hold. At least he had his farm. He still had that. Tom had only taken this seriously when his bathroom had been adapted for easy access, a bath with a door fitted so he didn’t have to climb over the tub and a sit down shower. He’d tried to protest but it was only because he was still somewhat in denial about everything. It was why now, with Osgood visiting him that he had to buck up and face this head on because he still had his friends to stay strong for and they reminded him that there was life to be had outside of his internal struggles.
“I’ve been given some herbal remedy stuff for joints that you’re more than welcome to try, it isn’t the green stuff I promise” he gave her shoulder a pat and then a playful nudge, “-but yes, otter cubs, one of the volunteers found them after a river was flooded, their mother had been killed and they must have been a few days old. I’m sort of their stand in mother. They squeak each time they see me and the other day I had to teach them how to swim properly” of course with the help of an expert from an otter sanctuary who came in to help, Tom marked it down as one of the most bizarre experiences to date. “They’re very friendly so will probably try and climb over you. I’ve counted them so if one’s missing I’ll known if you sneak one away” he added with a laugh.
Taken from here | @human-and-zygon
“Is that German? It sounds German?” Thomas had never met anyone called Osgood before, it sounded a bit like a boy in his class at school whose last name was ‘Ostberg’, they boy had moved from Germany when he was younger so he didn’t actually sound German anymore. Tom’s mind came back to the present, he was getting a bit too hung up on the heritage of the woman’s name. He should be more worried about not being killed by the flower, though he didn’t feel ill and it had only been in his mouth for a few seconds - either way - Tom should really introduce himself.
“I’m Thomas. I won’t hurt you either” he added, he felt he ought too as Osgood had said she wasn’t going to hurt him, it was only fair to make the same promise back. Tom pick at some of the grass of the ground around him where he was sitting now, crossed legged, the grass was a bit crisp from the heat as there had been some unusual weather lately which had caused some damaged to the foliage.
“You say strange things” Tom said with a smile. He didn’t always understand what Alex was saying but she she did always manage to make him smile. “You’re strange and I’m awkward, we are the best siblings” Tom swayed on the spot as he spoke, he was actually having a good time and felt less angsty than he did earlier. All he needed to do was take a few moments to calm down and not get so worked up but that didn’t always happen.
“I have to go to scouts later so I need to get my uniform ironed. Do you want to sit in here and watch the lego with me while I get ready?”
Slowly, a smile grew on her face as well. Guess they were strange in their own way. As long as he was feeling better, she was happy. The last thing anyone needed was drama in the house.
“Of course.” Alex nodded. She tended to jump at any moment that could be considered a bonding one. It was a nice way to understand her brother better.
Tom had become to get out of his uniform from the wardrobe by the bedroom door. It was hung on a hanger; a green shirt with several badges sown on, a neckerchief which had been hung around the collar loosely with a woggle connecting the twin ends together and some charcoal combat trousers. He reached up to the shelf above the hang rail and got his scout t-shirt which was just a dark green t-shirt with the scout logo on, Thomas liked things to be similar so he had to have the full complete uniform, much to his dad’s dispaire when it came to paying for everything.
“We’re going to learning how to make survival tools, like bear grills. It’s for our survival badge that we’ll get after going camping next month” Thomas said as he got the shirt off the hanger. “Maybe I’ll learn how to make a trap and then I can trap Dad in it” he added with a giggle.
Gordon Ramsay {Sentence Starters}
"I have an earnest desire to get things absolutely right."
"The time we have together is quality, rather than quantity."
"Get yourself out of your comfort zone. It's a great learning experience."
"Some can handle it, and some can't. I'm not interested in the ones who can't."
"I'll often say certain things just to motivate people or to get something else out of them."
"You're making me mad. Fucking mad."
"Forecast for tomorrow? 100 percent chance of tears."
"Do you want a fucking medal?"
"I wouldn't resort to cannibalism, never mind if I was starving."
"From an early age I understood that cooking was never going to be a job, it's a passion."
"You know, I have a rough side. I have a smooth side."
"I could never maintain a relationship with a vegetarian. Their breath is just too smelly."
"My gran could do better! And she's DEAD!"
"I have to laugh when someone calls me a ______. I've been called far worse than that."
"I wish you'd jump in the oven. That'd make my life a lot easier."
"You've now just confirmed in my mind you're not trustworthy."