If We Had a Visitor...

Indie RP Blog for Dissociative Dennis Read rules before interaction

[vaememes]

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

[memesgaloor]

ask my character about anyone in their life!

playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!

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[Is this fandom still alive? I can’t tell from the tags. lol]

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Hesitant starter call. Might get to these tomorrow or the day after, depending on muse.

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                                  “ A gift for the Groom. “

[murderousgroom-blog]

           EMPTY HANDED. NOTHING TO GIVE. So there’s a distinctive reason why there has been no blushing brides in his company, nothing to forge into his ideal woman: you cannot sculpt & carve, you cannot CREATE if there is no base, no canvas. NO WIFE. No-one has been wandering so foolishly into such clutches, for word has spread like wildfire. If nerves grip his dear disciple, the one four doing his bidding for so long in order to save the skin of his their own nose, who can honestly blame him given Gluskin’s terrible track record with keeping his company alive? 

          “That is… a pity.” Blistered features, red and raw appear at one wall’s slats, broken-blood-vessel eyes looming at his knife-holding company from the dim darkness. Eddie’s footsteps continue to be a lingering plod,  but hard-sounding upon creaking flooring, the groom moving deliberately slow, prowling as if to prove a point, as if to further instill a feeling of uneasiness, “I know how hard you try, Dennis, I do. You’ve been so SUCCESSFUL up until now. Provided me with… so many lovely ladies…” The majority had been of course, unwilling variants that pleaded and screamed with their last bloodied, gargled breath. Gluskin lingers in the open, doesn’t make to approach his company yet, lets the flicker of a lone bulb illuminate him as it swings limply from the ceiling.

           There is seemingly small lapse in conversation as blue hues roam over his faithful follower. Eddie seems to pause, before he takes a step forward, scarred arms extending in offering, as if he means to pull the man into his arms, into an embrace. “…They will come, Dennis. We will have to be patient, is all. A man cannot… rush a woman’s affections. But you must TRY HARDER for me.” Else desperation may very well settle in, and he’ll turn the blade onto the one that had sacrificed to him so many GOATS. 

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To a naive listener, his words may have actually brought some relief. That he understood. That he was understanding as to why he was failing to keep bring down variants to him. It would have brought some comfort. To one of the brothers, maybe, but the older personalities knew better. Despite his somewhat calm stance, albeit a little too stiff to come across as such, Dennis felt like he was coiled tight. A spring ready to jump at any sign of hostility or murderous intent from the other man.

Dennis watched him as a small silence stretched after his words, his unease making itself known as he stepped back somewhat as Eddie stepped closer.

Try harder.

“Can't catch anythin' if there's nothin' to catch,” he said simply, his gaze falling away from him momentarily as he paused in thought. “They don't come up here no more. Might have to...stop waitin' and get them ourselves.”

Yourself, he wanted to say. This was Eddie's delusion, not his. Yet, in the enclosed space, he wasn't looking to set him off. The tenseness was almost getting to him, if he was being honest. Could feel it in his stomach, some of his attention on keeping his breathing even.

Dennis knew Eddie wasn't the only variant he had to be worried about, though he was certainly the one most relevant to him. He could recall running into the big one before he got stuck, a few others as well, and he wasn't looking to wander into their territory again either. Still, more space gave more room to run.

He wasn't going to die up here or by this sick fucker's hands. Not if he still had a choice.

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* @dissociiative.) ❜

           THERE’S A REASON HE keeps them him alive, a reason for why he hasn’t yet turned the point of steel blade onto DENNIS, attempted at brutalizing the body that houses up to four personalities. The beast from beneath the depths of the stairs is rather fond of his four-man QUARTET, four distinct differences, united in a common goal: the desire to STAY ALIVE. So they provide him with offerings, scapegoats for the violent hopeless romantic, so he will neglect to turn his attention, neglect to latch bloodshot vision onto them him. Gluskin figures he can mold and shape these offerings into, what he hopes, will be the perfect bride. His efforts are never fruitful, always in vain, ending in discarded corpses, his neglected attempts, hanging from gymnasium ceiling. The groom has been lacking in potentials as of recent. So he’s decided to rise UP from the tidal waves of darkness, emerge from the black of his lair in order to find those that do his humble bidding.

           Tongue flickers over blistered lips, curls into a perfect ‘o’ as he begins to whistle, his eerie melody of WANTING A GIRL, takes long strides with worn black brogues heavy on weak wooden steps, the stairs creaking and emitting dust with every step taken to descend upward & out of his realm of shadows. “DENNIS —” Soft spoken he may be, his words almost sing-song, but there is a reason he is feared, a reason other variants RUN when they hear him. “Don’t be frightened now, I won’t harm you.” DOUBTFUL. Eddie is a series of contradictions, capable of words sweeter than honey, then it the bat of an eyelid, the nectar turns bitter, poisonous & black in the mouth as he spits words like ‘whore’ & ‘slut.’ The tall, muscled form of the groom roams through the labyrinth of wooden panel walls, peers at the cracks and crevices as he wanders ‘round, trying to make out any shape of movement, any indication of where the resident of this Minotaur's maze is. “I trust you have something for me… you are but my eyes and ears up here… all of you.”  

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There had been many warnings. It felt like everybody had a say in the state of danger they continued to find themselves in. Father was optimistic, had some hope that someone would come by. Grandfather viewed things differently, knew that this exact thing would happen, and upon hearing the familiar whistling, he had to bite back a curse.

Timmy didn't care so long as he had his enjoyment, and his brother was always worried about something. Still, they all knew. Dennis knew.

'He's killin' because the fucker enjoys it. He's gonna get no bride and we're gonna be the last fucker he cuts up.'

There was the scorn already, so strong it almost wormed it's way into his expression.

Still, he just never expected it to have been so soon.

Dennis' hand lingered against the cold metal of a bucket on the shelf, something he had just been checking for water. There never was any, but he had to be sure. Yet, in that moment, he had a much bigger issues to worry about. A present one, as the footfalls against the old boards would suggest, the familiar voice putting a tightness right in the center of his back. He had heard Eddie's voice from time to time, usually shouting, so it was never anything nice, but he had rarely heard it so close.

Momentarily, he had no idea how to carry on. Part of him wanted to hide, let him think he had died or ran off, but he knew he would find him eventually. There was no exit to this place, Dennis would have found it by now. The only way out was down, through the block. Through Eddie. One thing he never wanted was the man's full attention, and yet here he was. Could see him moving through the gaps in the wooden walls of his attic, Dennis still not moving until he came close enough.

“Th-They know,” he spoke, clutching his knife a little harder. Facing the man he currently was, it might as well have been a toy at this point.

“They know an'...an' they're wisin' up. People are gettin' warned and they aren't comin' up here any more,” he continued, his voice actually a little bitter. He had caught that little shit hiding out behind the wall, whimpering about “the man downstairs”. He had put up too much of a fight to get thrown down the stairs himself, so Dennis killed him and stuffed him off into the darkest corner of his area.

There were a few bodies over there, actually. Thinking about it now, it was frustrating to know that each of those rotting bodies was an amount to time wasted. Wasted chances to keep this from happening.

“...I got nothin'.”

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[rockinrpmemes]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[memesandthings]

DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS. [PT1] [PT2]

“I’m scared.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Are you scared?”

“Is this even legal?”

“Just trust me.”

“We’re locked in!”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s too dark in here.”

“Why are we here?”

“They have a gun…”

“They have a knife…”

“Grab what you need, and let’s go.”

“Be quiet. Don’t let them see you.”

“Choose your victim.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“They’re coming for us.”

“How do you know how to do that?”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“We’re getting out of here unseen.”

“Something moved over there.”

“Do you have the stuff?”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“It’s not safe here.”

“This is your fault.”

“We’ve gotta go. Now.”

“Hey, how drunk are you?”

“Hey, how high are you?”

“Is that… a dead body?”

“We’re not alone in here…”

“What do you need me to do?”

“It’s not safe here, you should go.”

“I can’t believe you stole that!”

“Hey, stay close to me. Got it?”

“If they catch us, we’re dead.”

“… There’s no signal out here.”

“Where’s the money you owe me?”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Did you bring what I asked?”

“I saw you steal that…”

“I think I dropped my weapon.”

“This is the last time I ever do this.”

“Shit, the cops are coming!”

“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The cops are looking for us.”

“What the fuck is that?!”

“You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Next time, I’ll kill you.”

“It’s my first time doing this.”

“You’re gonna get us caught.”

“You seriously got high without me?”

“You seriously got drunk without me?”

“I’m never doing this with you again.”

“How’d you get all this money?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’ve never gotten high before…”

“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”

“What the fuck did you do now?”

“Let’s go and do something bad.”

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”

“So are we getting high, or what?”

“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”

“It seems like you’ve done this before.”

“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”

“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”

“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”

“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”

“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”

“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”

“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”

“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”

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Hesitant starter call. Might get to these tomorrow or the day after, depending on muse.

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Hesitant starter call. Might get to these tomorrow or the day after, depending on muse.

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@withcring​

Dennis hated being the one on the run.

There was that loss of control that Father didn't like, he could feel the frustration eating at edges of his focus. He was outside now, having ran through a number of halls after being chased by that...big fucker, and a few other variants, the cold rain that was spitting down biting at his exposed skin. He worked his way around a chain fence, shaking hands grabbing at the flimsy metal in the darkness, his eyes straining to see what was ahead of him.

He could feel metal under his feet as he crept along, careful not to pull attention back to himself. Thankfully, everybody seemed to be in agreement with that, the clutter in his head dying down a little as he listened for noise around himself. However, that moment didn't last long until he heard heavy footfalls charging towards him, the same variant that had been chasing him previously catching sight of him from the other side of the fence.

In Dennis' quick movements to jump back from the fence, he didn't take the time to realize what was below him. He felt the foot that he tried to jump back on meet air before the force of his jump sent him falling backwards, arms flailing. He was prepared for a long fall, maybe land on something solid and hard. It was worse.

He didn't have time to adjust to the water that quickly seemed to swallow him whole, the water causing him to lose all sight for a few moments. Luckily, it wasn't very deep, his back hitting the bottom first. Dennis panicked for a few moments, taking in water. Quickly he managed to find his footing, almost shooting out through the surface of the water as he spat out the foul tasting water in a sputtering cough.

Oh, fuck, he thought as he looked around himself, the cold air all the more apparent to him now that he was completely soaked to the bone. Dennis moved through the water sloppily, wanting out of there, his mind starting to race.

“W-Water leaking o-out of the w-walls,” the brother spoke up, teeth chattering as Dennis managed to find a low wall, “B-burns the l-lungs, t-takes--”

He interrupted himself with something close to a growl as he pulled himself up to a stand, arms wrapped around himself as Father finally spoke up.

“Shut up,” he all but hissed as he looked around himself, “that fucker'll be back and--”

As he glanced around himself, he caught sight of someone standing not too far off from him, Dennis tensing up. Due to the darkness and his general experiences of this place, he couldn't tell if they were harmless or not, his fists aching from having them clenched tightly as another shiver ripped through his spine.

Oh, what he would have done for a weapon. Still, he remained tensed as he waited to see if this new person was going to charge at him or not. He had been fooled before.

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@thewitncss​

“Fuck!”

Blood from the knife that he was holding in his hand stained the front of his fingers, the first letter of the curse being dragged out in frustration. Dennis side-stepped the now very dead variant, the other man laying dead at his feet as he gripped at the sides of his head somewhat. He was supposed to keep him alive, that was his plan. Now, he had nobody to send down to the groom.

“Quiet, he'll h-hear us,” the brother chimed in, Dennis' tone of voice shifting down into a softer one, fumbling over his words as he glanced around himself. Anxiety was written all over his features, bloody hands gripping at the sides of his jumpsuit, his gaze flickering between the gaps in the wooden wall the surrounded the area.

This happened from time to time, honestly, but it didn't make it any less stressful. Sometimes, Dennis got carried away and ended up stabbing the person wandering around in his area. Usually it was for hindrance, to help him get them where he needed them to be, but sometimes he ended up killing them instead. The youngest brother usually got the blame, but he wasn't exactly sure who stabbed him this time. Now, he had one more dead body to shove into the darkness of the area and one less soul to send downstairs.

Dennis let out a small sigh through his nose, looking down at the damage he did, a couple wounds to the patient's neck, the blood leaking out onto the floor. Part of Dennis' right foot already bloody from standing in it, leaving a few smears on the floor as he paced somewhat. This was bad, very bad.

Shit, shit, shit.

[iwillbringhealthandhealing]

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what is your middle name? Kennedy.  do you have any fears? Plenty.  where are you from? Western Canada.  first career you wanted as a child: I honestly wanted to be a fighter pilot for the longest time, but as I grew older I kind of just settled for pilot. I still kind of want to be one, actually.  what’s your sign? Capricorn.  future names of your children: Ugh.  what are you listening to right now? A podcast.  do you believe in fate/destiny? I don’t really know. I believe some things are just meant to happen, but I don’t know if I believe in that stuff completely.  what is your favourite colour? Green. what is your favourite flower? Tiger Lily.  what was the first concert/show you attended? Blue Rodeo, I believe, thanks to my mother and aunt.  something you are working on right now: Just the starter call at the moment.  have you ever had a near-death experience? I can’t say that I have, though I’ve almost been hit by a truck. Luckily the guy had some good breaks, considering he was speeding and he hit them the last possible second.  left or right handed? Right.  tv shows you watch regularly: Mad Men, Lie to Me (Guess that counts considering I’m rewatching, but I’m pretty sure that show is dead and gone), a couple day-time television shows that my step-father watches. I’m more of a movie person, tbh. last movie you watched? 10 Cloverfield Lane (Very good movie if you can stomach suspense.)

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[Starter call! I’ll get to these over the weekend so feel free to like for one.]

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[Starter call! I'll get to these over the weekend so feel free to like for one.]