[ayeliketherockstar]

ian-magic-son‌:

You’re definitely startering something here… Really though, you okay? You want to take a photo of me? All my sides are absolutely peak.

Shit, I actually have to reply. This is not okay, what the fuuuuuuuuuck?! Why can’t I ghost in real life?!?!

I don’t know if I can, but I think at this point I... have to? This is so weird, man... Like, you’re... He’s like... Aaron Tveit but he’s also not Aaron Tveit? So am I star struck that this is Aaron Tveit or that this is Ian and not Aaron Tveit? Weird. Sorry, em... I don’t know if I’m okay yet, I’ll get back to you later.

[ayeliketherockstar]

zombie-slayer-princess‌:

Gemma!?

Aw man, Gemma, we’ve pure fucked it! There’s no avoiding it, karma’s finally caught up to us. This is punishment for what we did wae Folohov like. We’re never getting oot eh here and ye ken that nothing good is gonnae happen in Havensdale after prom. Or even on prom. Oh shite! Was that a spoiler? Can they all hear me? Starters are so fucking weird.

Paige!!

Oh my god, Folohov. Shite! This-- Paige... What did you do man?! What did Kayleigh do? What do we do now?! There’s, like, actual vampires over there somewhere? We could actually die............ By our own characters... Literally... Oh my god, Paige, I don’t want to die! We have to find Kayleigh, like, now?! Is she even here? [ Gasp! ] Is she writing us?!

[ayeliketherockstar]

Weeeell, at least now I know that Havensdale isn’t like... a couple of buildings and interiors joined together by tons of blank space because I’m incapable of picturing places when I write them... [ Taking a shit ton of photos for reference, before being visibly shaken at seeing a character in the distance ]

Oh my god, no. No, I’m... I’m in a starter.

[ayeliketherockstar]

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[ilya-rozanovs]

maybe it was all just a daydream, mirage of water in a desert land ✨

[ayeliketherockstar]

M!A: Your character is now the bestie of the creators of the roleplay "Hunted In Havensdale" which was started five years ago on a fateful night. You joined on that fateful night.

Shit, man, did I take a wrong turn? This does not look like Scotland, at all... This looks like Canada. Why would I be-- I mean, I can’t be dreaming, usually if I know I’m dreaming I wake up. This is weird, oh my God, maybe Kayleigh can help me. Shit. Dah-dah-dah. [Proceeds to text The ‘Team Powerpuff’ group chat.] Text Legs, don’t panic, you’re fine. Find a street sign, if you can find a sign that says Stirling or Edinburgh you can just follow that and you’ll find a motor way, and the pre-schoolers will just have to wait because I am looooooost.

Okay, there’s a sign... that is not Scottish... And... Why does that sign say Havensdale?

[ayeliketherockstar]

“These poor weans I’m tryin’ ‘ae teach huvnae any of the rhymes I’m trying to teach them, this is a travesty! How can ah teach thum how ‘ae dance if they’ve never even clapped alang ‘ae the Chinese Restaurant song? Or... Yeh Cannae Shove Yer Grannie?”

[ayeliketherockstar]

“Ah, ya fucker! My guitar string just snapped. That was-- Oh my God, I’m bleeding, call an ambulance! Where’s ma mum?!”

[bethgreenesgf-archive]

125/365 days of emily kinney

[andsowewalkalone-deactivated202]

[ayeliketherockstar]

There’s one thing I don’t understand about Lilo and Stitch…

Other than Lilo and her family, how the hell does no one notice Pleakley’s one giant fucking eye?

[ayeliketherockstar]

greg-porter:

I… Don’t even know what you’re trying to say here. I mean, hey I’m sensing the hostility but I think you’re going to have to start talking way slower. It has not been a good day.

Wait, did you just say twenty-one? Shut the fuck up. Seriously? Ah, well. There is that. Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I think I’ve got that covered enough for the both of us.

Sorry, it’s just-- It’s a Scottish thing. We’re very aggressive, it cannae be helped.

Aye, I’m twenty-one. Don’t tell the bus driver. What are you? Like, thirty or something?

[ayeliketherockstar]

thenotso-prodigalson:

Relax, I’m just messing with ya.

A little jet-lagged humour, I apologize. There’s still good old fashioned water in the pipeline, Beyoncé remains top of only the musical establishment and you can keep your favourite selfies to yourself. Although, why you’d want to… Anyway, glad you had a good sleep.

Oh, thank God...

-Nodding, nodding, somewhat following- Honestly, I would have believed you if you hadn’t told me otherwise. I don’t think America is real. But... thank you?

[ayeliketherockstar]

zombie-slayer-princess:

No, no don’t worry. Me and the man upstairs have a pact for when my time will come and I can assure you it’s not yet. [sighs] Incredible. I’m so pleased for you.

That must be it then! I don’t think I actually even brush my hair anymore so. The important thing really is that I haven’t tried to cut it myself in months.

Oh, thank goodness, honestly. Don’t know what I’d do without you!

It’s a thing. Just call it fashun and no one can say anything! Wait, you tried to cut your own hair?

[ayeliketherockstar]

greg-porter:

Ssh– Do you mind? Some of us are trying to nap here.

And when you say ‘woman’ do you mean tween-ager?

Aucht, hawd yer wheesht, mate.

Feck you, I’m twenty one years old! It isnae ma fault I cannae grow a beard.

[ayeliketherockstar]

thenotso-prodigalson:

Thirteen hours? More like thirteen years!

Welcome to 2027. Beyoncé is president and Gatorade comes out of the taps instead of water. We’re gonna need your identification papers and chosen favourite selfie now, please.

What..?

Gatorade comes out the taps? That’s fuckin’ disgusting, why would they do that?! I-- What? I’m so confused...

[ayeliketherockstar]

zombie-slayer-princess:

Oh my God, I haven’t slept that long in like… one– Maybe two whole days. What is it like to find that kind of groggy joy in this life of never ending pain and turmoil?

Also your hair is looking on point today.

Peyton, that isn’t healthy. You could, like, die. But, oh, it was glorious!

Really? I haven’t brushed it for three days...