worried shoes

Punkass Irish healer. Indie rp oc.

[akito-sohma]

i didn't see you reblog this meme so uhhh,,,, gotta accept me three days late with a cup of cold starbucks. it's The Law.

Send me a url and I’ll answer the following;;

Opinion on;

Character in general: uhhh literally wonderful and one of my favorite characters and i think about him all the time even when not writing a thread involving him. How they play them: PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT. I know i use this word alot but i really mean it cause hes perfect The Mun:uh really. fucking. wonderful. like. i mean it. i mEAN IT. 

Do I:

RP with them: ON ANOTHER BLOG MORE THO NOT SO MUCH RN BUT YEAH I HAVE AND I STAYED UP TILL LIKE 3 TO GET A REPLY CAUSE THEY R ALWAYS PERFECT. Want to RP with them: *chowder voice* OMG DO I?!!?!?

What is my;

Overall Opinion: pls follow. pls follow. pls folllow. pls spam the mun with love. pls do this. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty @leigheasaim

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#i'm really enjoying this long convo about food - @bloodlybrood

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i was talking to my sister on the phone the other day and she has a tendency to talk for several hundred years so eventually i got hungry and grabbed a rice cake and started to Munch and she goes “what’s that” and i said “i’m eating a rice cake” and she’s like “oh gross you like those?”

and without thinking i said, “they satisfy my urge to eat packing peanuts” and what followed was seven full seconds of silence

like oh okay go ahead and pretend you’ve never wanted to eat a packing peanut you pretentious fool

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❝ Ring ring, hello? Oh, hold on, it's for you - it's second place. ❞ (From Teague)

      “First of all, go suck a one hundred calorie pack of dicks.”

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MUSICAL SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ Uh, do whatever you want, I'm super dead! ❞

❝ You have a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important. ❞

❝ Ring ring, hello? Oh, hold on, it's for you - it's second place. ❞

❝ You know that I ain't bragging. ❞

❝ I'm reading this from Wikipedia, so it has to be true. ❞

❝ Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot. ❞

❝ I bet I've got til lunch at least before everyone sees I'm a spaz! ❞

❝ I'm not very hungry - just gimme a double Polar Burger with everything and a cherry soda with chocolate ice cream. ❞

❝ Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo! ❞

❝ Hey turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits. ❞

❝ Is that unfair? -- Oh wait, I don't care. ❞

❝ The truth is that you're such a dork, you kinda make it cool. ❞

❝ We got more balls than the team we cheer for! ❞

❝ Miss Goody Two Shoes makes me wanna barf. ❞

❝ Even mocking cheerleaders cannot hide the emptiness in my soul. ❞

❝ They're dogs! No! Lower than that, they're fleas on dogs! ❞

❝ I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me. ❞

❝ The dinosaurs choked on the dust, they died because God said they must. ❞

❝ Happy kitties, sleepy puppies, tiny duckies, sparkly ponies... ❞

❝ My teen angst bullshit has a body count. ❞

❝ Give my love to the leprechauns. ❞

❝ I thought you were a spoiled, rich, uptight little white bitch now I think you're just white. ❞

❝ I am tired of living alone with my cat! ❞

❝ You drink a lot of Red Bull, don't you? ❞

❝ If I get blood on the carpet my mother will kill me. ❞

❝ Some say that I'm a pompous creep - somehow I don't lose that much sleep. ❞

❝ Such a blunder. Sometimes it makes me wonder why I even bring the thunder. ❞

❝ Shakin' at the high school hop. ❞

❝ I've got lots of experience with not fitting in. Do you need some pointers? ❞

❝ Ugh. You've got a left hand, use it. ❞

❝ Showing up here took some guts, time to rip 'em out. ❞

❝ Keep that pelvis far from me! ❞

❝ Thanks, but I don't need voices in my head today. ❞

❝ You don't wanna hear all the horny details. ❞

❝ I gotta go get my asthma spray... ❞

❝ Your perfume smells like your daddy's got money. ❞

❝ Does your mommy know you eat all this crap? ❞

❝ Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply. ❞

❝ Language, honey child, please. ❞

❝ Like a beautiful blonde pineapple. ❞

❝ I don't rat my hair! ❞

❝ My dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ❞

❝ Damn, you're in worse shape than the national debt is in. ❞

❝ You're my last meal on death row. ❞

❝ I've got a big butt, well so what? It's good as any other! ❞

❝ I led a protest march against insensitive cartoons! ❞

❝ Some people are SO touchy. ❞

❝ Mama gave birth to the hand-jive. ❞

❝ It's hot in here and kinda smells like someone wet the bed... ❞

❝ Oh... I wanted to answer the puppy question? ❞

❝ You're absolutely right - should have shot him in the mouth, that would've shut him up. ❞

❝ I haven't slept since 1992. ❞

❝ Malum in se is an action evil in itself. Assault, murder, white shoes after labor day. ❞

❝ You need a cite a more specific grievance. Here's an itemized list of all these years of diagreements. ❞

❝ Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack. ❞

❝ I'm, like, gonna cry - I got tears comin' outta my nose! ❞

❝ Keep your filthy paws off of my silky drawers. ❞

❝ Color me stoked. ❞

❝ Yo, who the f is this? ❞

❝ You've got the best friggin shoes! ❞

❝ Keep it positive as you slap her to the floor! ❞

❝ Come on! Let's go krunkin' in the parking lot! ❞

❝ I've come of age to be a raging castrating bitch! ❞

❝ I'll be Socrates throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities. ❞

❝ Really stick it to the phallocentric war machine! ❞

❝ Must we all descend into madness? ❞

❝ It's a work of genius. I couldn't undo it if I tried.... and I tried. ❞

❝ Dear God... it's scented. ❞

❝ So go on, here's my head, just hit it with a rock. ❞

❝ I want a devil in skin tight leather. ❞

❝ You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick? ❞

❝ You know, for a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure. ❞

❝ You ain't never caught a rabbit. ❞

❝ Honestly, it's kind of draining... ❞

❝ I just did what you wished you could but you don't have the balls. ❞

❝ I'm dazzling! Magnificent! I am the one percent! ❞

❝ Now what I'm going to say may seem indelicate... ❞

❝ I'm gonna French kiss with tongue like I dreamed I'd do - and not just with my pillow! ❞

❝ It's like hearing a ticking sound coming from unmarked packages! ❞

❝ Someone's had their morning coffee... ❞

❝ We're what killed the dinosaurs! ❞

❝ I don't know what you heard, but whatever it is, they started it. ❞

❝ Fine, okay, I'm gay! ❞

❝ You can set my bones and I know CPR. ❞

❝ Immigrants - we get the job done. ❞

❝ Man. What rich, romantic planet are you from? ❞

❝ Whaaaaaaat. ❞

❝ What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending. ❞

❝ Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. ❞

❝ Awesome... wow. ❞

❝ I'm bigger than John Lennon! ❞

❝ I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ❞

❝ If you're going for mediocre, you've done great! ❞

❝ Alright, we can't break out of here, but we sure can break a sweat! ❞

❝ Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky. ❞

❝ It's got groove! It's got meaning! ❞

❝ When I fight I make the other side panicky! ❞

❝ That is a metro hetero jerk! ❞

❝ Love is like forever this is no time to economize! ❞

❝ Their thinkin' is stinkin' and a little outdated. ❞

❝ I'm probably too cool for you, so friend request denied. ❞

❝ You're on Jiffy Pop detail. ❞

❝ I don't have to always be right - when I'm with you, I just am. ❞

❝ I'm raisin' hell and I'm a felon in a four foot frame. ❞

❝ Guys who wear that get beat up on my street. ❞

❝ It's like making love to you all night, NO WAIT! It feels so much better! ❞

❝ No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew. ❞

❝ All I got was a running nose and Asiatic flu. ❞

❝ You ain't no friend of mine. ❞

❝ We have fought on like, seventy-five different fronts. ❞

❝ I'm not freaking out, I'm really okay, I'm totally chill. ❞

❝ If your Irish boy tires of you, you're allowed to shoot him in the knees. ❞

❝ You ever see somebody ruin their own life? ❞

❝ The more you jump around and scream, the sexier you seem. ❞

❝ Peachy keen, jellybean. ❞

❝ Both your hair and shoes are flat. ❞

❝ Lookin' hot, Cream of Mushroom! ❞

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bloodlybrood:

Niche sounded nice. No, not niche. Quiche. Why didn’t he make quiche? It was good. Not better than cheesecake. But healthier. Or something. He knew that some people liked to be healthy. But what was the point? They were all going to die one day. Or not. Like him. 

He looks back to the kid who looks unhappy and is nodding. What was he talking about? Why was the kid nodding?

Keegan nodded and turned from the kid because the cheesecake was just about done. “Well, the clear difference is that people die when I’m hungry. I don’t usually mean to kill them but if I’m really hungry I can’t control that.” He opens the oven pulling oven mitts from the apron he was wearing. “This hungry right now is just for food.” He pulls out the perfect cheesecake and smiles happily. “There isn’t even the slightest craving for blood right now! Just food!” He exclaims happily as he nudges the over closed with his hip and puts the cheesecake down on a cleared container spaces.

He peels off the mitts and turns to the kid. “Now, what do you want to eat?”

       Erie’s lips tightened into a neutral line, his mind processing the ‘when I’m hungry people die’ line. Cannibalism? “You eat people?” he asked, forehead wrinkling in concern. “Humans are way too much calories. Our heart alone is about seven hundred, and over half of that is from adipose.” Not a very smart choice, nutrition wise. “And then there’s the prions to worry about, and prions can be any nervous tissue, and I’m pretty sure all my tissue is nervous. It’s an exceptionally high risk food, and it has very little nutrition value. I suggest a salad with almonds instead.”

       “Did you use all the lemons for the cheesecake? I just want a plain one.”

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there’s honestly nothing better in this world than seeing my friends working hard on what they’re passionate about and not giving up after setbacks

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i found my baby book looking through my mother’s box of junk and discovered that my first recorded word was “queso” which is, of course, spanish for “cheese” but it was also my attempt at saying “que es eso” which means “WHAT’S THAT” so i was both a very inquisitive child and a great lover of cheese (nothing has really changed, i still slur my words too)

[bloodlybrood]

Open || Keegan

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bloodlybrood:

“Do you want to die today?” Cause he did for sure.

  “Literally every day, actually.”

[asa-sohma-a-deactivated20210406]

“I’m about to die for the internet.”

        Buzzfeed Unsolved - Supernatural: Season 3 pt.2.

        + @leigheasaim

        “I advise you to put down those detergent pods.” Asa held her hand out, the tips of her fingers brushed the sleeve of his shirt to let him know where it was awaiting for him to hand them over. 

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CRONCH CRONCH MOTHERFUCKER

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bloodlybrood:

He should really know what celery looks like. He’s not that stupid is he? He’s not even sure. But he’s probably cooked with it before. Right? The kid had started rambling at some point and Keegan tunes into what is being said. Cavities. He’s heard about them before. He probably had a bunch before he died from the little info he knew about it. Things were weird and always changing it made it hard to keep up with.

His eyes scan the counter again looking for the celery. He must have eaten it. Which didn’t make sense cause there were a lot of potatoes and he would have eaten those first did he buy more? Why would he do that?

He turns back quickly to the kid and finds himself frowning. “What? Wow, that got intense real fast. What’s wrong with food? Food is life yah know? Besides I’m not gonna kill yah. I was just hungry.” He nods to himself. “But not like awful hungry. Just hungry. Yah know?”

          “Oh, yeah... that’s my niche,” Erie explains politely. “Going too hard too soon.” If his intensity could be focused instead of spiralling out of control, maybe he could stop hating himself nearly as much. But that is a thought to be obsessed about alone, and not when there is a weird maybe hallucination-y dude in his kitchen trying to feed him. Erie isn’t totally convinced the guy exists, because people always give him some kind of symptoms this close to them.

          Erie doesn’t know how to respond to the pro-food ramble, so he nods along absently with the hope the disgust doesn’t register too strongly on his features. He’s really got to learn how to school his expression. “So, what’s the difference between ‘awful hungry’ and ‘just hungry’?” he asks curiously, putting his chin in the palm of his hand, facing the direction of the voice. “Besides the guarantee of my life.”

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bloodlybrood:

From what Keegan knew from about ten people; everyone liked cheesecake. Even those who were lactose intolerant would indulge in the greatness that was cheesecake. Also, he had found the ingredients to make cheesecake so why not. His eyes take in the kid as if to make sure that he’s not a threat and that he’s not the killing kind of hungry.

He isn’t.

What a good day!

He turns away from the kid and looks at the mostly eaten food he’s got around him. Did he remember what celery was? He shakes his head. He did not. It was a type of vegetable right? “I don’t know, kid. What’s it look like? There’s ‘tatoes left. I was gonna make somethin’ with it or boil it. I donno really know but ‘tatoes can be great in every way.” The accent starts to take over his words and he wonders if talking about potatoes will forever make him crushed to sound Irish.

      In the considerable silence that takes place after Erie turns down the cheesecake, he wonders if that was yet another dumb decision in what is turning out to be the hellscape his life has become. Maybe he should have just pretended to like it -- he could have thrown it up after the stranger had left. Erie taps his fingers anxiously against the kitchen island. “Nothing against your cooking,” he blurts out. “I’m sure it’s great -- it’s just, um, I have... cavities! So I can’t eat sweet things.”

    The next question throws him off -- who the hell doesn’t know what celery is? -- and Erie has a surreal moment of doubting himself. Is it called celery? What does it look like? Did he really mean to ask for celery? The talk about potatoes has his stomach flipping again, and his mood to consume even celery diminished. “Don’t worry about the celery,” he grumbles, patting his stomach soothingly in a bid to get rid of the nausea. “I’d rather you kill me than feed me,”  he says primly. “Not to be dramatic, but I crave death more than food.”

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bloodlybrood:

He was hungry. It was the usual kind of hungry that keep him awake from midnight to noon. The hungry that clawed at his stomach and throat like a beast he swallowed that was trying to escape. No, this hunger was much more manageable. It was one that he hadn’t felt in a long time. The craving for food.

Sure he tended to eat and make food like he was a real human. But he hasn’t craved it for a long time. It wasn’t really surprising to him that he had nothing to eat. So he did what he always ends up doing. Breaking into a home. It’s laughably easy and he’s not sure if it’s because he’s a vampire or because of the security sucking. He doesn’t care and brushes the thought away as he moves loudly through the apartment until he finds the kitchen. He’s not quiet as he moves around but he still senses the kid before he calls. He ignores him either way.

That is until he’s in the kitchen talking loudly about being killed and lemons and whatever. “Kid, I’m not killing you. In fact, I’ve made a lemon cheesecake cause you didn’t have much to eat and I ate most of it.” Keegan turns around and eyes the tiny human with a stick in his hand. What’s up with that?

“You like cheesecake?”

Someone broke in... to make a cheesecake? Erie cocks his head to the side as he pinches the inside of his elbow viciously. Erie steps closer to where the voice is coming from, perturbed he can’t feel anything. Everyone he met he could feel -- headaches, foot cramps, nausea, his grandma’s signature fuzzy brain feeling, even the way anxiety made hearts quicken. If a weakness existed, he’d feel it and heal it - and being human meant having weaknesses.

“I’ll pass,” says Erie magnanimously, carefully schooling his expression so that his immediate disgust is hidden. Lemons were wonderful on their own, but any food that had the combination of ‘cheese’ and ‘cake’ tends to turn his stomach. Most foods these days do. “Did you eat all the celery, too?” he asks, taking a seat at the kitchen island. His grandmother would probably get home soon, if this man really hasn’t killed her. That’d be unfortunate -- he doesn’t want to have to deal with orphanages or foster homes or whatever they did to orphaned children these days.

[volcainist]

honestly same

[leigheasaim-blog]

imagine erie growing up in a stable and caring environment and learning to use his healing instead of repressing it and getting hurting constantly because he can’t control it. erie actually developing friendships instead of assuming everyone is out to use and manipulate him bc that’s what his mother taught him. erie being allowed to feel and discuss emotions and not have to take out his anger and frustration on himself. wild

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                   @bloodlybrood ( x )

         At times of great stress, Erie tried to keep an steely disposition. He’d take a deep breath, he’d square his shoulders, and he’d logically work his way through whatever challenge was... well, doing the challenging. He’d like to, anyway. But his sister had always been the stoical and brave one out of the pair, and she wasn’t here to keep him balanced now. No time to think about that -- no time for deep breaths, or squaring shoulders: the challenge doing the challenging was a clattering in his kitchen when he knew he was the only one in the apartment.

                     “Hello? Murderer?”

        Nothing wrong with taking a direct approach, right? Erie rounded the corners, holding up the hand that wasn’t holding his cane. “Before you do any murdering, just hear me out: kill me while I’m asleep, please,” he requested rather politely as he gingerly continued his way into the kitchen. “I mean, I’d like to AVOID the murdering thing altogether, but I’m a reasonable kid; I get that we all have things to do in this life. I’m an anxious child who eats lemons plain. You’re a murdering psychopath who kills anxious lemon-eating children. That’s fair. I understand. I empathize. I validate. Just I don’t like pain, is the real thing, so if you could like... do it at night, when I’m asleep, and preferably quickly, so I don’t wake up...”

[madefate-a]

❛ our capacity to love increases with each person we cross paths with throughout our lives, and with each moment we spend with those people. ❜

So this is ( your celebration, if you celebrate anything ), and what have you done ? Another year over, and a new one’s just begun. After eight years of roleplaying on tumblr, I’ve realized that I’ve never actually done a follow forever. Countless blogs, so many threads, the most wonderful partners – it’s about time I finally use the end of this year to fill the world with as much love as I possibly can. Holding onto hope and making the people I love feel loved is absolutely the way I want to ring in this new year.

Please forgive me if I’ve forgotten anyone ! Know that if I’m following you, I have endless love in my heart for you. You’re all stars, and I feel absolutely and truly blessed to have met each and every one of you. 

i will follow you into hell ( with only mild complaining )

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