DRIVERSEATS prev. venustrape. a mutually exclusive, independent & selective roleplay blog featuring portrayals of several female muses, predominantly originating from sitcoms / comfort shows that are near & dear to my heart. low to medium activity. personals, please don’t interact. written by dee, she / her, 21+. rules under the cut. MUSES | MEMES | MAINS
BLOGROLL : chloe. daphne. allie.
don't be a dick ! drama instigators / partakers or people who engage in hateful behavior generally are not welcome here. as any other of my blogs, this is a safe space & i'd like to keep it that way.
memes are the best way to initiate interactions with me ! of course, no other method is off limits, as long as we can agree that we've followed each other in order to interact & not to boost our follower count. please feel free to turn a meme reply into a thread whenever.
i enjoy everything from text threads, to one-liners to plotted out threads. feel free to come to me for plotting, i will instantly be your friend, no questions asked <3. one fair warning, i tend to drop threads sometimes if my muse doesn't cooperate but that doesn't mean i don't want us to start something new !
please don't like a starter call / send a meme without specifying a muse or at least a few muses you're torn between. i don't want to be writing something that won't go anywhere, so please help a girl out.
i love shipping & i won't pretend otherwise. if you have something in mind or, in the case of romantic ships, if you notice chemistry between our muses, feel free to yell @ me about it because there's a good chance i wanna yell about it too. a little note here : i don't consider people sending me shippy memes force shipping as long as we've interacted a little ic / ooc. i will immediately let you know if i'm interested in that kind of dynamic & it's likely i'll come talk to you if i'm inspired by the meme for some type of plot / context.
if we've been following each other for a while and have not interacted, i reserve the right to soft block. it's truly nothing personal, but i am someone who likes a small dash and if we don't necessarily vibe with each other, i will most likely step back.
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i don’t want to be angry anymore i’m never going to hate again unless someone says something really stupid or if i see something i don’t like at all or maybe just whenever i feel like it
" you think i'm glowing ? am i pretty ? " like a dog with a bone, he's bit on to that and using her throwaway comment as a welcome distraction - until he's getting another one right after. " is it just one of those or all of them ? depending on your answer, i might just opt for the money. actually, i wanna go back to you finally admitting to being a nerd - "
" pretty annoying, but yeah, positively glowing. " she doesn't miss a beat, arms folded across her chest as she fights the smile curling on her lips – saw that one coming a mile away. " i was giving you options, but, i mean... someone who really, really liked me would find a way to get me all of 'em, so... your move. " blues narrow his way next. " uhhh... not what i was doing, actually, you're still the nerd. " index finger pokes his chest for emphasis. " but i'm the nerd kisser constantly telling you your nerdy shit is cool, which is arguably worse. " fingertip still pressed to his chest, she tilts her head feigning confusion. " why do i let you mess up my street cred, again ? "
right on the money ! although, let's be honest, lois would rather she put those observant skills to use anywhere freaking else right about now. " put away the worried bambi eyes, lang, i'm acting perfectly normal. " says the wild-eyed woman holding a roll of parchment paper in one hand & a shopping list in the other in the middle of the living room, trying to put her heels on. " people who aren't okay can't put together dinner parties for their close friends & families, they flounder ! they sink ! i don't flounder & i sure as hell don't sink. " she swims. even if she does it talking a mile a minute & going toe to toe with fears of giving her friends, family & boss food poisoning of the highest degree. clark would've put her under supervision long ago if he wasn't currently off throwing down with space scum, but this is a lois lane solo operation. something told her he needed a night to just look at the faces of all the people he loves when he came back. if nothing goes to hell, it'll be a nice surprise. still, ambition will be the death of her. " i will nail this. " a decisive conclusion before finally looking lana's way. a pause & then, " when did you get here ? "
✱ starter call : currently not accepting ──── rory gilmore for lorelai gilmore, @driverseats.
rory found lorelai standing in the kitchen at nearly midnight eating pop-tarts straight from the box while old music played quietly from the radio beside her.
she paused in the doorway with a tired smile, slipping her bag off her shoulder before leaning against the frame. “ you know, ” rory spoke softly, “ most mothers probably don’t wait up for their daughters like they’re expecting a dramatic airport reunion scene. ”
going to sleep is not an option – her kid is out there, kicking yale butt on the regular every week. the least she can do is make sure she comes home to a warm welcome on the weekends. & really, nothing says welcome home than the smell of pop-tarts fresh out of the toaster & the bangles gently playing in the background. elbow on the table, she nibbles at the strawberry pop-tart in her hand, dusting stray crumbs off the fashion magazine she's been flipping through for the last five minutes when she hears the door. " rory ? " her head lifts as she calls out, smile widening more by the second. " roooooryyy ! " the pitch of her voice heightens playfully, a small, excited gasp drawn out of her when she comes into view. there she is ! light of her life, apple of her eye, looking as beautiful & sleep deprived as ever.
" oh, double check your poll, kid, this is exactly what most mothers do. emily gilmore included. except with us, it was less airport reunion scene & more intense interrogation scene where one person walks into a pitch black room & the other turns on a lamp, sitting in a chair like 'you're home late' & it's a whole thing. " one dismissive hand gesture later, she gets up, bright smile back in place. " now, come hug mommy before she gets any wacky ideas & turns this place into a full airport set next time you come home – seriously, i'll make kirk throw paper planes outside our window & everything. "
" tell me something i don't know. " no hesitation there. whether it's shamelessness or pure stupidity, she's got too much experience with the testosterone forward brand of audacity under her belt to disagree. " alright... if we're swapping horror stories, i'm breaking out the mint chocolate chip. "
" bull, you have that i-just-tinkered-with-somethin' glow about you. " a beat. " side-note, my brain demoting smoking to lame & bumping nerding out to cool is freakin' me out, i think you owe me money. will also accept : a samurai sword, a trip to europe, lifetime supply of gummy worms. "