I'm Too Important

"The whole thing goes: The future's not set. There's no fate but what we make for ourselves." ((Independent Semi-Active and Selective RP Account for John Connor from Terminator 2: Judgment Day. Written by J))

[multiplechoicepast]

“I’m not exactly sure what happened.   Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another…        If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice!“

( Independent Multi - Muse Blog Written by J )

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BIG ANNOUNCEMENT AND CHANGES

//I did it. I made the decision to switch my blogs (including this one) over to a multi-muse as well as bring back some muses I once had and deleted and even add some muses that I’ve had for a while, but was afraid to make the blogs for.

This was no easy decision and I want to assure you all about a few things.

I will be keeping my current blogs in place and not deleting them. Think of them as archived. I’m also keeping them just in case the whole multi thing doesn’t work out for some reason.

I will be moving all current and plotted threads over to the new blog from all of my blogs. I know this sounds confusing, but I promise to make the transition as easy and completely organized as humanly possible.

I am currently working on the blog and doing so is taking a considerable chunk of my free time, but if I am going to do it then I am going to do it right. I am making sure to make things look nice, neat, organized etc as I possibly can before I link to the new blog and consider this blog as well as all of my others archived. I have no idea when I will be able to get this finished, but I don’t anticipate it taking more than a few weeks if I can have decent time every week to work on it. Life, however, happens and my schedule is very much up in the air so don’t quote me on that. It could be as much as month.

When I have the new blog finished, I will post a link to it from all of my blogs. Keep your eyes peeled and when you see it, if you want to follow me, go ahead and follow the link.

All writing here and on my other blogs is being put on a hiatus until such a time that I can have this new blog prepared and ready to go. It makes switching over all threads etc that much easier if I don’t create a bunch of new ones. HOWEVER, this doesn’t mean that I cannot be reached. I do have a discord and until this new blog is finished I can be most easily reached due to mobile from HERE. Feel free to contact me about anything or even if you’re not feeling continuing to write with me or something due to converting to a multimuse just let me know.

Thank you all for reading, following, and putting up with me. I am REALLY looking forward to this new venture and can’t wait to have you all join me (and hopefully more.) I am feeling really good about this and revived and I think those of you who follow me here and/or on multiple accounts are going to like what you see and how I plan to work things. Just hang in there with me and we’ll be better than ever.

Love, J

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alliisonisms:

She was getting butterflies in her stomach…and she knew that was going to happen before John sent her back. Damn it, woman, pay attention! You know what you have to do, attachment can happen after… But Allison couldn’t help herself really. His young self was quite attractive, and when he would grow up even more so. 

“Pleasure to meet you, John,” she smiled and she reached forward to grab his hand to shake, “I’m actually trying to find the nearest dance studio. My mother wanted me to sign up for ballet lessons,”

John knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. It took a lot to catch his eye. Most of the girls around here hadn’t done that. Hell, if he thought about it, he never really allowed himself much time to look or consider it. What good would having a girlfriend or dealing with any of that love bullshit do him? He had too much else to focus on. Besides, he’d have to worry about her safety too. Any girl that got involved with him was damn near signing her death warrant. 

Flashing her another grin, he let out a small chuckle. “Ballet, huh? All that on your toes shit?”

He paused, shifting, before he tossed the hair out of his face. “You know... I think I might be able to help you out. There’s one of those a few blocks that way. I mean... If you want to walk with me.”

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skynct:

@futuresnotset, @ofsarahxconnor

Oh

Lovely.

Glad to see the two pains in my ass are still around.

“I haven’t even begun to be a pain the ass yet.”

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Tell me what you want me to write a headcanon (or more headcanons) about! Let me know what part of my Muse interests you.

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“The whole thing goes: The future’s not set. There’s no fate but what we make for ourselves.”

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alliisonisms:

It didn’t take long for the young woman to blend in with her surroundings. Obtaining clothing from the retail store storage room was easy enough. But this was a different time, but the same place. It wasn’t Judgement Day … yet. So she had to be wary of what she was going to say.

Her eyes scanned the area that she was walking in, observing as to who would be a Terminator and who wouldn’t. One may never know who would pop out in this timeline…wanting to kill John, or even herself. 

Her trance was broken when she heard someone from behind calling out to her; well not with her name, but it did sound familiar. Allison turned to the voice to see him before her; …John. Younger… but still John. 

Keep your cool, Allison. He’s already aware of the machines, that’s what he told you. But letting him know you’re here to help right off the bat may just sound too fast.

“Yeah…I’m new here,” she gave a smile and a nod, “I’m Allison,”

When she turned around, John had to almost remind himself to breathe. She was gorgeous — not like any of the girls around here. She had a quality about her that he just couldn’t place. One look at her and he wanted to go against everything he had ever known in his life. He wanted to trust her when he knew damn well that trust should never easily be given. It could get you killed faster than you could manage to to blink. 

He regained some of his cool, tossing the hair from his face again and offered her another grin. He knew if this was his mother she wouldn’t have stopped to talk. She would have kept walking, but John had always had a more trusting and human demeanor to him. Despite everything he had been told, seen and been through in his life, he still saw the good in people. He still wanted to believe there was some shit worth saving in this hell. 

“Allison.” He repeated, still giving her a smile. His eyes didn’t dare leave hers even as he shifted and stepped closer, offering her his hand. “I’m John. Where are you headed?”

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//*rolls in shy and afraid*

Wow. Hi. I’m still alive, but I just haven’t had the time to be on here nor have I even had the motivation. I would say sorry and apologize, but there’s really nothing I could do about it. Sometimes life just sort of does that. Any and all of my free time not working is spent cleaning and relaxing/de-stressing/spending time with my bb. There had been a time when coming on here was my way of doing relaxing, but it got to the point where being here was a stress to me too. I worried about if I was good enough, if anyone even wanted me, if anyone cared and if I would lose anyone who even still did care or want to RP with me if I didn’t reply immediately and come on every day etc. I just couldn’t handle it, I guess.

So... Where does that leave me and the state of this blog?

I debated just giving up all of my blogs, to be honest. I thought that maybe what I would do is just go back into fic writing. But... I miss it. I do miss writing. I do miss my muses. I do miss my blogs. But the ultimate reality here? I just can’t be on that often. I have a full time job (third shift mostly and some days I work doubles etc), a girlfriend, a cat, two guinea pigs and an apartment to take care of. A lot of times my days off or time off is spent doing errands, spending time with my girlfriend, and/or cleaning house etc. This is the reality of being an adult. I just don’t have a whole lot of time or energy to give to RP like I used to when I first started out.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t still want to be here. I really do. I want to come back, just in small doses. But I need everyone who still wishes to RP with me to understand that I will have days and weeks where I don’t/can’t come on. I will take time replying to things. I will have muse sometimes for one muse, but not another. I need this to be understood and accepted. I simply cannot take on the pressure or guilt of replying or not replying in a certain amount of time anymore. I can’t keep up with it and if I am going to come on here I want it to be because I’m going to have fun and enjoy my time here. I don’t want it to be a stress at all and I think I am within my right to feel this way. It is, after all, my blog. It should be a place that I want to be, along with all of my other blogs.

Now comes the part of questions about threads etc. If we had a thread going and you would like to continue that and/or if we had something planned — PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me a message to discuss this. My memory for a lot of these things has turned to shit and I don’t want to forget about anyone. I would ideally like to just start up a bunch of new threads to spark muse etc, but I am 100% okay with continuing old threads and getting starters out that I owed that I maybe forgot about etc. Just give me a gentle heads up is all I’m asking.

Patience. I just ask for your patience and understanding here. I know I am going to be slow. I know it’s going to be frustrating, but please understand why I can’t be around much. Please also understand that this doesn’t mean that I don’t wish to RP with you etc. Also keep in mind that I do have several other blogs/muses. One may be speaking to me more on a given day/week.

So... That’s about it. I’ll finish with saying that I am actually quite terrified to even come back. I’m thoroughly expecting that most people have gone/don’t care and it won’t matter if I come back or not. But I’m going to ease back into this anyways as I can. If only just because I love my muses too much to leave them. I love writing too much to stop it.

Love, J

[dramaticscenes]

“I know now why you cry.”

[ugh90s]

Edward Furlong || 1991

[ohmy80s]

i was in love with Edward Furlong in T2 (1991)

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//Since it’s been a little while and my activity has been sparse to non-existent — I figured a little post with a quick update was due.

First of all, sorry for my disappearance, but with my personal life, work etc sometimes that just happens. I got really busy and didn’t have too much time to be around. However, I haven’t abandoned ship by any means at all. I’m still here and still have muse and still want to RP. :)

Second? I haven’t forgotten about threads and have ones that I owe replies to saved to drafts. If I owe you a starter? Please just send me a gentle reminder or like/reply to this post and I will leave myself a reminder to get to that ASAP. If I somehow miss a reply/draft? Please just send me a message and I’ll find it right away. I promise, I’m trying to keep as organized as I can, but I’m not perfect.

Third? I’m in the process of starting a new (second) job. I’ll be working anywhere from 31-40 hours a week when I get going. I’ll also be going between third shifts (Friday night - Monday Morning) to a mid-closing shift at my other job at least once a week. This is my first week doing this, so I just ask for a little patience until I get into the groove and get used to sleep schedule etc.

And lastly? If we haven’t interacted yet and you would like to? Please feel free to like this post for a starter or even send me a message or just reply to this post with “starter please” and I will get to it as soon as I am able to comfortably get back on. I’m shooting for next week, but if that falls through, hopefully the week after.

Thank you all for following, your patience and your understanding. :)

-J

[noordinaryperson-archived]

“Such confidence, boy…..  And still so lucid…  Perhaps you need more medicine….”  He lurched back toward his desk.  “Don’t you think so?  Let good, sweet, kind Dr. Crane make you aaallllllllllll better….”  He singsonged the last two words, grinning beneath his mask as he jumped onto his desk, landing in a feral crouch.  

“You’ll do well in the Asylum…..”

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No. No, no, no. He couldn’t go to an asylum. He wouldn’t. It was everything John could do to swallow down the fear, sweating profusely and shaking as he backed more into a wall. Part of him, somewhere under all the fear, wondered if this was the kind of shit his mother had to go through. He also felt his heart sink, hating himself for doubting her. Maybe some crazed bastard like this doctor was the whole reason why she was the way she was. Maybe there was nothing wrong with her and never was, but it was just the damn doctor. 

Glancing up at the Scarecrow, he swallowed, his voice breaking as tears betray him and fall down his cheeks. “What.... What did I do to you, huh? Why are you doing this? I told you the truth, okay?! Isn’t that what you wanted? I mean, Christ... I thought... I thought you were supposed to help me.”

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“Kill you?  Over technophobia?  My dear boy….  No, never…  I’ll lock you in a factory and turn on all the automation lines!”  He lurched forward, fingertips brushing against the boy’s cheek.  “As for your apparent thanatophobia…..  I’ll simply have to kill all your loved ones while you watch.”

He laughed, glancing at the clock.  The dose he’d given the boy wasn’t large…  It should wear off soon, if it was going to wear off at all.  The boy would lose consciousness, and by the time he woke, Jonathan would have him transferred to Arkham, tucked away in a cell for him to do with as he saw fit.  It was all too easy, if you knew what paperwork needed filed.

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Through the fear, John’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the damned Scarecrow. He wouldn’t stop, but something in him, despite feeling like he was drowning in a thick fog of everything he had ever been afraid of in his life, was fighting back. He supposed it was probably from his upbringing and the way his mother had always taught him to keep fighting no matter what. He couldn’t and wouldn’t give up.

He smirked, still sweating, as he hid his emotions from the other, turning his cheek away from long fingertips. “You think that bothers me? You’re fucking stupider than you look, you know that? Do I look like someone who’s into that kind of sappy shit? No. And you know what? Let’s see what happens when Judgement Day hits. You’ll be fucking history.”

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//Got a good chunk of stuff done here today. I got rid of my thread tracker for my own ease of mind, cleared out all but one returned draft and got to the requested starters. For now, however, it’s time that I go back to lurking for the night. I hope to be on and get to some more stuff over the weekend and into Monday. 

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[ @ofsarahxconnor liked for a starter ]

They’d moved around from town to town, never staying very long in one place at a time. It had been several years since he’d met the Terminator and watched him destroy himself. Still, the looming threat of Judgment Day and the uncertainty of the future was always still on John’s mind and he knew it was on his mother’s too.

That’s why he’d decided to do something to maybe get their minds off of things. They never really shared meals or made what you could call dinner for each other, but John was determined enough to try it. Everything was going smoothly until he completely forgot to check on things and his nice gesture turned to a burnt mess.

Holding up the pathetic remains, he couldn’t help but give his mother a smile and a chuckle. “So, uh... This was supposed to be dinner, but I don’t even think a dog would eat this shit. What do you say we go out somewhere? Just this once?”

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“The whole thing goes: The future’s not set. There’s no fate but what we make for ourselves.”