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CO·TE·RIE (ˈkōdərē) - noun - a small group of people with shared interests or tastes, especially one that is exclusive of other people.
INDEPENDENT / SELECTIVE MULTIMUSE — penned by jay
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i’m currently over at @dirtycrow in case anyone is wondering !
i probably won’t ever abandon this blog completely because i don’t wanna lose anyone that’s not interested in writing with my kaz blog but any rp on here will be very sparse
when @boyancient is doing a better job providing me information on recent events than the actual sources i use for news
i was just about to get online to work on my kaz blog and my laptop is dead as a doornail,,, i just,,,, can i live
gonna be over on @dirtycrow for the time being if anyone is curious
gonna be over on @dirtycrow for the time being if anyone is curious
i am so goddamn tired wow
if i made a totally separate blog for kaz from s&b/soc would anyone be interested 🥴
ok i’m gonna do it??
i just want an inej to write with 😫
if i made a totally separate blog for kaz from s&b/soc would anyone be interested 🥴
i miss this blog and my mutuals dearly but i have basically been a pile of mush for the past few months and don’t know if i have the brain power/dedication to revamp this blog like i said i would
BUT, if anyone is possibly maybe interested in writing with me?? ( via dis.cor.d bc it’s all my marshmallow brain can handle rn ) please please please let me know
i’m here i’m here i’m here i swear
oof feeling very marshmallow brained today
@tragicend / for tyler ( hi we need a bode pls universe )
the moment she sits up and dark lids snap open, the nightmare that tortured kinsey only moments earlier finds itself dissipating into nothing. images fade, voices dissolve into whispers, but the feelings remain and there’s no doubting that familiar ache in her chest.
it was a dream about dad.
of course.
she never stops reliving that moment, it seems, and the universe almost laughs as the world-weary teen sighs and runs a hand through unruly blonde locks.
despite the vastness of the key house, kinsey can’t help the urge to climb out of bed and wander the halls. something is telling her it’s the best way to preoccupy her mind, to somehow get her brain to relax. perhaps she’ll migrate to a sofa downstairs - falling asleep a bit closer to her mother’s room doesn’t seem so bad.
but just as she turns a corner at the end of the hall, a body emerges from around the bend, colliding with her own and sending her stumbling back a few steps.
“ jesus, tyler ! ” a whisper yell of shock and frustration follows the encounter, “ what are you doing up ? it’s the middle of the night ... ” her eyes dart around for a moment, hoping the outburst didn’t wake any of the remaining locke family.
me: posts a starter call
everyone: asleep
@psychewrote: did somebody say camsten
@psychewrote / for kirsten ( suprise )
“ hey ! ” there’s a yell of excitement followed by a soft thud and a mumbled string of curse words the moment the door shuts, signaling kirsten entering the apartment. in his haste to scramble off of the couch, gangly limbs tangle with a mess of blankets and prevent cameron from getting to his feet, so he calls from the floor this time instead, deeming it simpler - a bit less dangerous than attempting to stand once more.
“ remind me never to try that again, ” fingers move to prod at the back of his head, relief flooding his system at the clear lack of blood or any other concerning injury. all is not perfectly well though, as cameron sits up ( much too quickly ) and his vision twists and distorts for a moment. he opts instead to hoist himself back onto the couch, this time ignoring the mess of bedding burrito’d around his legs, calling out to kirsten a third time, voice muffled from the pillow he’s now buried his face into.
“ sooo - hrmph - how was your day? ”