INACTIVE

heartbroken women cut their hair..... i'm probably insane. just looking for some real connections, and possibly a couple ghosts. [Group RP]

[kirk]

[t70ssource]

THAT 70’S SHOW 2x07 “I Love Cake”

[memories]

I want to take a heaping batch of #gabbie and spread it all over me like I’m that peanut butter baby. You know the one.

[edsersck]

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

Born in 1989 // Fog Open

Mark of this particular variant, with his washed-out pink, his wrinkled clothes, and safety cardigan, didn't want to be around anyone right now. Not any of the magic endowed students, and not himself least of all. The theta house was empty for how large it was and thankfully there was room for the egos and eras to have rooms to go to, with the caveat of one roommate. Which was wild to think about. Have you ever woken up to your own face and voice? He didn't need that. He needed to be alone with this hurt. So, instead, he laid on the couch in the Theta living room with a fire going and a big fuzzy blanket, old episodes of the Office playing on TBS. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, thinking maybe some more sleep would help the time pass until he was... maybe until he stopped existing or when he went back into his present self's head? Who knew. It didn't matter, he wouldn't know until he got there and there was no way to stop it.

[caffeinatedgabbie]

Thank god she didn't get clairvoyant powers again this year! With the tingle of magic running through her veins, she feels revitalized in a way she hasn't in a long while. Every tiny task takes a flick of the wrist - like that of turning the doorknob to Theta house. A faint glow of baby blue surrounds her as she practically glides through the entryway. The warmth of the fireplace calls to her, after the lovely chill of the creeping October air. She almost doesn't notice the slumped man, conjuring her small cauldron and bag of beans and other ingredients from her TARDIS-functioning bag, and starts boiling some water. The trickle of the show enters her awareness and she turns as she waits for the bubbling, almost starting at the pink haired... Mark? She should've predicted. She prepares the coffee quietly, conjuring a second mug to offer him. Despite all these years on campus together, they haven't interacted much.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

Mark is only lightly sleeping, but her using magic to do everything keeps things rather quiet. There was something about a witch looking at you while you sleep that has him starting to stir tough. His eyes flutter open and he looks around the room to see that it's just the two of them, the show still quietly carrying on. With the softest grunt, he pushes himself up and presses himself into the arm of the couch. He didn't feel he had anywhere better to go, but he felt bad for taking up the couch now. "Sorry."

[caffeinatedgabbie]

The first cup is being poured when he grunts, but Gabbie figures the quiet couldn't last anyways. She's quiet for another moment, until she gestures and the mug floats over to him. Cinnamon and frothy, just the right amount of cream and a hint of caramel. There's a little magic in it too, for sure, but it's whatevs. She looks over at him as her cup fills. "Shut up," she replies with an eyeroll. "It's a couch. You don't have to finish that, by the by." The pot settles back in place and she wraps her hands around her own mug. "Pink again? I think that was before my time." The only pink-haired Mark she knows is fog-laced, with a goofy voice and a chaotic energy.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

Mark would be more startled maybe if he didn't meet 9 versions of himself earlier this week. He was pretty aware things were gonna get whimsical. He takes the drink in his hands and enjoys the warmth against his palm and the that drifted up into his nose when he sniffed at the steam. He had long took her advice to shut up and didn't talk until she directly asked a question. "I've always been pink, like, as far as hair dye goes. I guess only been pink is more accurate." He speaks a little slow, but never a mumble. "You must be after my time... If that's how this works."

[caffeinatedgabbie]

Gabbie nods like this all makes perfect sense. "I think when I started here, your hair was all normal. I like this look, actually, it suits you," she replies before blowing gently on her coffee. "It seems to me like your time is now, though, isn't it?" She takes a long sip, eyes locked on him as she considers him. "I'm Gabbie. I don't really even talk to the 'current you', or whatever, so this is new for me too."

[slowspinningredemption]

had a dream last night where I took a uquiz called “what do you serve?” and at first the questions were standard but as the quiz progressed they became more and more highly specific to me personally and the answers became more and more similar and I realised the quiz Knew me and was forcing me into being honest by giving me no other option so I tried to click out but it just went to the next question which was “are you the spider? or are you the web?” and it had an option for each but I didn’t click either so it then turned to a text box and I typed “I think I’m the fly” and the quiz paused for a while and then took me to a results page that said “you serve truth” and the description just read “what you know will kill you but you will die laughing” so like. good morning everyone I guess :/

[mariaalenkoshepard]

OP I think the devil visited you in your sleep

[jsillabub]

“What you know will kill you but you will die laughing” needs to be added to that list of profound statements from unlikely sources.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

cds 💿 are so cool its literally a cirlcle 🔵 that has music 🎶 in its heart......

[konoko]

[bcforesunrise-deactivated201803]

[rubymemes]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of spooky autumn-themed prompts. Some are scarier than others!)  

Send one of the following emojis for our muses to:

👻 Explore a haunted house

🔮 Have a seance

🕯️ Use a Ouija board

📺 Watch horror movies

🌲 Get lost in the woods at night

⚰️ Spend the night in a cemetery

🏢 Explore an abandoned store/mall

🎡 Explore an abandoned theme park

🏥 Explore an abandoned hospital

📿 Perform or witness an exorcism

🐻 Try to find a cryptid (bigfoot, mothman…)

📚 Read out loud from a cursed book

👽 Look for UFOs

😈 Summon a demon

🧙‍♂️ Cast a curse

🔪 Get chased by a slasher killer

🧛‍♀️ Get chased by a vampire

🧟‍♀️ Get chased by zombies

[abbasaragchifanclub]

hey girl is that your strap that you're cradling in your arms or is that the log you cut from the tree where your dead husband proposed to you and which whispers premonitions only you can hear?

[xxdrowninglessonsxx]

“There are things in life that exist, and yet our eyes cannot see them.” || Twin Peaks

[cheshiremask]

Damn cryptic job interview questions 😳

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

Born in 1989 // Fog Open

Mark of this particular variant, with his washed-out pink, his wrinkled clothes, and safety cardigan, didn't want to be around anyone right now. Not any of the magic endowed students, and not himself least of all. The theta house was empty for how large it was and thankfully there was room for the egos and eras to have rooms to go to, with the caveat of one roommate. Which was wild to think about. Have you ever woken up to your own face and voice? He didn't need that. He needed to be alone with this hurt. So, instead, he laid on the couch in the Theta living room with a fire going and a big fuzzy blanket, old episodes of the Office playing on TBS. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, thinking maybe some more sleep would help the time pass until he was... maybe until he stopped existing or when he went back into his present self's head? Who knew. It didn't matter, he wouldn't know until he got there and there was no way to stop it.

[caffeinatedgabbie]

Thank god she didn't get clairvoyant powers again this year! With the tingle of magic running through her veins, she feels revitalized in a way she hasn't in a long while. Every tiny task takes a flick of the wrist - like that of turning the doorknob to Theta house. A faint glow of baby blue surrounds her as she practically glides through the entryway. The warmth of the fireplace calls to her, after the lovely chill of the creeping October air. She almost doesn't notice the slumped man, conjuring her small cauldron and bag of beans and other ingredients from her TARDIS-functioning bag, and starts boiling some water. The trickle of the show enters her awareness and she turns as she waits for the bubbling, almost starting at the pink haired... Mark? She should've predicted. She prepares the coffee quietly, conjuring a second mug to offer him. Despite all these years on campus together, they haven't interacted much.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

Mark is only lightly sleeping, but her using magic to do everything keeps things rather quiet. There was something about a witch looking at you while you sleep that has him starting to stir tough. His eyes flutter open and he looks around the room to see that it's just the two of them, the show still quietly carrying on. With the softest grunt, he pushes himself up and presses himself into the arm of the couch. He didn't feel he had anywhere better to go, but he felt bad for taking up the couch now. "Sorry."

[caffeinatedgabbie]

The first cup is being poured when he grunts, but Gabbie figures the quiet couldn't last anyways. She's quiet for another moment, until she gestures and the mug floats over to him. Cinnamon and frothy, just the right amount of cream and a hint of caramel. There's a little magic in it too, for sure, but it's whatevs. She looks over at him as her cup fills. "Shut up," she replies with an eyeroll. "It's a couch. You don't have to finish that, by the by." The pot settles back in place and she wraps her hands around her own mug. "Pink again? I think that was before my time." The only pink-haired Mark she knows is fog-laced, with a goofy voice and a chaotic energy.

[m-eltdown]

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

Born in 1989 // Fog Open

Mark of this particular variant, with his washed-out pink, his wrinkled clothes, and safety cardigan, didn't want to be around anyone right now. Not any of the magic endowed students, and not himself least of all. The theta house was empty for how large it was and thankfully there was room for the egos and eras to have rooms to go to, with the caveat of one roommate. Which was wild to think about. Have you ever woken up to your own face and voice? He didn't need that. He needed to be alone with this hurt. So, instead, he laid on the couch in the Theta living room with a fire going and a big fuzzy blanket, old episodes of the Office playing on TBS. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, thinking maybe some more sleep would help the time pass until he was... maybe until he stopped existing or when he went back into his present self's head? Who knew. It didn't matter, he wouldn't know until he got there and there was no way to stop it.

[caffeinatedgabbie]

Thank god she didn't get clairvoyant powers again this year! With the tingle of magic running through her veins, she feels revitalized in a way she hasn't in a long while. Every tiny task takes a flick of the wrist - like that of turning the doorknob to Theta house. A faint glow of baby blue surrounds her as she practically glides through the entryway. The warmth of the fireplace calls to her, after the lovely chill of the creeping October air. She almost doesn't notice the slumped man, conjuring her small cauldron and bag of beans and other ingredients from her TARDIS-functioning bag, and starts boiling some water. The trickle of the show enters her awareness and she turns as she waits for the bubbling, almost starting at the pink haired... Mark? She should've predicted. She prepares the coffee quietly, conjuring a second mug to offer him. Despite all these years on campus together, they haven't interacted much.

[imanes]

forever removing “agree to disagree” from my vocabulary now i end all my arguments with “live with what makes you comfortable but know that ultimately you’re not telling yourself the truth” and that’s on me being sick and tired <3 we’re burning bridges today