oh, what a lonely boy.

OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE, he's got an arm off. independent & selective original character.

[caustis-arc]

go.  period.  fuck.  period.  yourself.  EXCLAMATION POINT.   /   independent  political  original  character.

[nichael-blog1]

i don’t know why you’re not taking this ‘i’m out of here’ seriously because i am out of here. SERIOUSLY.   /   ind. & sel. michael bluth of arrested development. narrated by maddie.

[gaeilg-blog]

just look at the face: it’s vacant, with a hint of SADNESS.     like a drunk who’s lost a bet.

independent & selective post-apocalyptic original character. written by maddie.

[foreiigner-blog]

alright, pals! i think i’ve finally made a decision. i’m not ready to archive this blog, because i’ve made some real progress with it and have grown attached to everything and everyone. i’ve never really had a successful oc so this has been a milestone!

my plan is to make a new blog for rafferty, follow the people i’ve interacted with a fair amount, and see if i can work my confidence back up. if it works well, i’ll put my focus back into this account. if not, i’ll archive foreiigner and start afresh with rafferty!

thanks for reading! sorry for the inconvenience!

[foreiigner-blog]

alright, pals! i think i’ve finally made a decision. i’m not ready to archive this blog, because i’ve made some real progress with it and have grown attached to everything and everyone. i’ve never really had a successful oc so this has been a milestone!

my plan is to make a new blog for rafferty, follow the people i’ve interacted with a fair amount, and see if i can work my confidence back up. if it works well, i’ll put my focus back into this account. if not, i’ll archive foreiigner and start afresh with rafferty!

thanks for reading! sorry for the inconvenience!

[cindy-clawford]

[rollr-blog]

no, i’m HOLLAND OATES. you’re, like, peter gabriel.                                                   hall and oates are two separate people. no, HOLLAND is his first name and OATES is his last name.

independent & selective original character. written by maddie.

[badrituals-blog1]

                                           and he’s doing very well.

[let-gavin-free]

Soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well. 

[princess-tuna-deactivated202209]

Imagine having a super artistic soulmate who draws flowers and designs and really beautiful patterns all over their arms and person 2 just sits there and watches the little lines appear on their arms and they can’t stop smiling and it’s their favorite part of the day

Imagine person 1 being super forgetful so they scribble down all the places their appointments are and person 2 tries to decipher them and figure out where they’re at and they meet and they see their writing on their hand from across the waiting room/ coffee shop/ etc. and they scramble to find a pen and write ‘found you’ on the back of their hand and person 1 sees it and they lock eyes and

Wow I like this au

[let-gavin-free]

YES

[foreiigner-blog]

whxwashe.

          “You know, I know people say that cardio is really important,           but I feel like staying inside can be just as important when it           comes to longevity….”

         “I’m not sure just how serious a statement that is, but I do know that the sun is unkind to me and my plaster-white skin, and that I’ve got the coordination of a foal. So I agree wholeheartedly.”

[foreiigner-blog]

bibuns.

It takes her a second longer to react than she should, mostly because she’s stuck on the word gobshite, but mostly because the action straight up leaves her feeling speechless. “He is– He was.” A glance thrown at the young dark haired male whose expression is similar to her own. A coworker who wasn’t all to keen on the fact that the attending had given Lyra a go at the heart surgery. His over reaction too big for a frame too small, he throws up his hands and makes a frustrated beeline back to the booth he’d been at. 

Granted, Lyra was ready to put up a fight if necessary (or so she says), she’s happy that someone managed to step in. Besides, any altercations might have left damaged hands, and God knows not a single intern can afford that. “Was is definitely correct.” She takes a swig of her beer and gently slaps the guy on the back. “Thanks for the, uh, you know, um.” Vague hand gesture and she can’t help the laugh that arises from her semi-amused and semi-running-on-four-hours-of-sleep state. “Can I buy you a drink or somethin’?”

He is tall, but his presence has never before sent someone running. Is he threatening or is he just too fuzzy to read the scene? New pub and no friends means quick, strong drinks, and only the occasional pretzel instead of the whole bowl. He’s about 68% alcohol by the time their paths cross; number climbing steadily.

         “He seemed like a prick,” he says, throwing his thumb over his shoulder. “Nice dodge.”

The smile that follows is a little too confident and self-unaware to belong to a sober Rafferty.

         “I was about to ask you the same question, actually.”

[foreiigner-blog]

xaedificare.

     “ Some people would argue kismet. I think we just must like similar coffee shops, proving excellent taste. “

         “I prefer that theory.” He tilts his cup in a sort of salute, then smiles and adds, “I never did get your name, did I?”

[foreiigner-blog]

littlehcntress.

      A SURPRISED   smile dimples her cheeks, and she  TILTS  her head in a happy nod. Clary hadn’t  known  that he was an artist, and silently admonishes herself for  being  so ignorant. She steps closer and links her arm within his, eyes sparking with the  PROMISE  of fun.

               ❛  Really? I  love  art! I draw and paint too —- what’s the piece called?                                                                                                      We  SHOULD  go right now!  ❜

         “I don’t know which thing I should respond to ----- ”

He feels his smile is too wide and bright for his face; he’s warmed, to say the least, by her reaction.

         “You’ll have to show me,” he says, and gives her elbow a gentle squeeze. “Maybe you can take my spot in the gallery.”

[foreiigner-blog]

badrituals.

Deke chuckles, nods his head and then adds, dryly enough that you could be forgiven for thinking he’s being serious, ‘ You tell me how that works out, now. ’

         “It’s fallen flat on you, hasn’t it? It isn’t as if you’re tall and charming and MARRIED. Maybe I oughtn’t hold out hope.”

[foreiigner-blog]

mad--fireandblood.

“That sorta attitude will get you killed.” Max answered simply, not even bothering to glance up at his new acquaintance as he sunk a needle his tanned flesh, pulling a piece of thread through either side of a sizable gash in his bicep and tugging it taut. 

It makes him feel more-than-slightly ILL, watching the man patch himself up. An admission of this weakness, however, is bound not to do him any favors.

         “HOPE isn’t a thing for you, is it?” More statement than query  ---  and corny enough to have Rafferty grimacing at himself.

[foreiigner-blog]

if we hole up, i wanna be somewhere familiar, i wanna know where the exits are, and i wanna be allowed to SMOKE.  ✕  post-apocalyptic original character. written by maddie.

[foreiigner-blog]

parapsyched.

       “PPPPPREACH!! see, i knew you’d get it. alright, situation– say you get ta FORCE QUIT on your whole fuckin’ life, responsibilities, obligations, everything tomorrow and go have a GREASE’N’BOOZE INFUSED HEART ATTACK anywhere in the world, where’d it be? ‘cause the bahamas is basic, wouldn’t be my choice, but it fit the example so whaddayagonnado.”

         “It’s less grease and more carb, but I’ve always wanted to see Italy. It seems ideal for fattening up. Designated kip times, you know  ---  forever tasting like wine and pizza and GARLIC. Where would you choose?”