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kiss me i'm irish 🍀 (rp blog)

[freshapplecider]

i’m not a religious person but i know for a fact angels are real and i’ve seen them in every girl who has ever smiled at me these are #facts

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Sometime around midnight || Mcmurphy

[lilgreenpotatoman]

melmurph-rp:

Mel nods, swallowing her tears and forcing a small smile on her face. “He’s okay,” she says with a big sigh. “I should have started taking better care of him earlier…” She’s still frustrated that she let her dad’s condition get to such state. “I taught him a few recipes though, before I came here. I hope he’s sticking to them.” She chuckles, and even though it’s weak, she still feels slightly lighter. Maybe that’s because of Jack. She always felt lighter around him. That doesn’t just disappear.

Jack gives her a small smile, shoulders relaxing from a tension that he hadn’t known he was carrying. “Th-that’s good,” he says. “He’s… a-alive, Mel, a-an’ that’s what m-matters now.” He squeezes her hand slightly, then lets go, remembering this is something he’s not allowed to do anymore. “I-I’m sure he’ll be f-fine.”

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Melanie’s smile is a bit more honest now. “Y’re right.” It surprises her to feel his hand on hers, but it’s still nice. “God, I’m... I didn’t expect to run into you here, Willy,” she admits, placing a hand on his shoulder. Now that the atmosphere has changed slightly and she’s more relaxed, she doesn’t hold herself back. “How funny, that we have to cross half the planet to meet again...”

[lilgreenpotatoman]

Something good to celebrate || Open!

[lilgreenpotatoman]

melmurph-rp:

Melanie feels… weird, for the lack of a better term. She’s been eyeing the gift she bought for Jack’s birthday for at least a week. She can’t decide whether it’s appropriate for her to give him anything at all. At the end, she just says feck it, wraps the present in wrapping paper and she throws it in her bag. If the universe really is on her side like lately it seemed to be, she will run into him. That’s why she’s not even surprised when she sees the boy with the green hair and the crown on his head.

She approaches him quickly, giggling all the way. When she finally reaches him, she taps his left shoulder, then goes around him and pops up on his other side, laughing at his reaction. “Happy birthday, Willy!” she says, big grin spread across her face. “What kind of cake would ya like this year?”

It’s the oldest trick in the book, but Jack falls for it every time without fail. He looks at Melanie, wrinkling his nose in annoyance - playfully, of course. He still doesn’t know how to deal with her being here, with being able to run into her at any time, but… It’s kinda nice, seeing her today. Many past birthdays, he’s wished to see her again - though this might be the first time that he hasn’t. “Thanks, Ells,” he says with a grin. “What, are ya plannin’ on makin’ me one?” he asks, voice doubtful and playful at the same time.

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Mel shrugs, burying her hands in the pocket of her coat. “I could, if you want me to,” she says. “I used to all the time, so...” Maybe she shouldn’t have said that. Nothing is the way it used to. What’s the point of bringing it up? “Don’t tell me you’ve already bought yourself one!” she tries to somewhat change the subject from being too painful.

[lost-in-666]

[lilgreenpotatoman]

Something good to celebrate || Open!

Another year, a whole new person - at least, that’s what it feels like to Jack. He’s changed so much from the happy guy who first came to the university. He’s fallen in and out of love, had his heart broken, almost died on more than one occasion, witnessed one of his very best friend’s wedding, made friends, lost friends, and fallen back into old habits. Still, he’s happy again - or, happier than he’s been for most of the year.

He’s got a bottle of birthday cake vodka in his bag as he walks out of his dorm. Normally, he doesn’t care much about his birthday, but he’s been through enough the past year to want to celebrate another year of surviving. He adjusts his “Birthday Boy” crown slightly, feeling like an idiot… but hey, when doesn’t he feel like an idiot? He hums softly to himself, feeling surprisingly happy. No destination in mind, he just walks around campus, taking in how beautiful the world looks and getting some well-needed fresh air.

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Melanie feels... weird, for the lack of a better term. She’s been eyeing the gift she bought for Jack’s birthday for at least a week. She can’t decide whether it’s appropriate for her to give him anything at all. At the end, she just says feck it, wraps the present in wrapping paper and she throws it in her bag. If the universe really is on her side like lately it seemed to be, she will run into him. That’s why she’s not even surprised when she sees the boy with the green hair and the crown on his head.

She approaches him quickly, giggling all the way. When she finally reaches him, she taps his left shoulder, then goes around him and pops up on his other side, laughing at his reaction. “Happy birthday, Willy!” she says, big grin spread across her face. “What kind of cake would ya like this year?”

[nerdynumme-rp]

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket || Open

It never ended, the stress. Rosanna found herself drowning, slowly and surely being pulled under tide after tied. She wouldn’t be surprised if an undertow took her and dragged her down to the depths of the sea completely, at this point. Mark had left, he didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t even tell her he was leaving. She found out from the grey faces, she found out from the whispering in the halls, she found out by the absence in the air, she didn’t feel his warmth. She missed him, her heart just felt so broken. She felt so empty. And yet… It continued. Cookie nearly ate a bad batch of berries she had found scattered upon  the campus grounds while running about during puppy play time. They had fallen from a nearby tree, thank goodness she swept to the rescue quick. They happened to be very bad for puppers. And of course there was the vile decoration of a Greek row prank, painted so perfectly ‘erect’ on the Alpha windows. She pushed it off, she knew she shouldn’t, but she did. She wasn’t officially the president, so she didn’t think she should have to deal with it, to be fair. But when the board contacted her that she would be elected into office soon, and then noted the ‘artwork’, she was put into the place of taking care of it.  The air was brisk, the clouds in the sky deep grey & unwelcoming, and the grounds were bare & just as unfriendly. There sat the tiny brunette, brow covered in sweat beads, in the deep days of January, scrubbing away at the graffiti penises with all her might. The paint dripping with the streams, like a water coloring… A very not safe for work one. Her coat was placed on the ground next to her, she was too flushed to wear it. Her hoodie sleeves scrunched up to her biceps,and still she was somehow too hot.  Next to her sat a bucket of water, a bottle of soap, Windex, a spare sponge, and a mop for the places she could not reach due to her tiny height.

With a loud grunt she put her back into it, her brows scrunching hard, furrowed with all her might, and it seemed like it wasn’t even putting a dent into the dick before her. She had only gotten rid of maybe 3 of them total, and there was still a slew to go. Her face was red and her muscles were sore. She looked before her and shook her head, and then it happened. She broke. Tears streaming down her face, fast and strong, thick and rapid, small little sobs escaping despite herself. If only she had known someone was watching the entire time.

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Melanie was just getting back from a quick run when she noticed someone cleaning graffiti off the windows. She was supposed to be working on some stupid assignment that caused her way too much stress, so to relax - and to procrastinate - she just decided to go for a run.

She wants to help the girl, but she also really needs a shower - a thought that doesn’t matter as soon as she notices the stranger start crying. She walks over, determined to cheer her up.

“I break down as well when this many dicks are in my face,” she says, chuckling at her own bad joke. “Do you need some help?”

[nerdynumme-rp]

Rosanna jumped a bit to the sound of the person approaching. Still she couldn’t help it, the joke was pretty clever making her let out a soft chuckle. Her hands, still soapy, brushing her bangs from her face. As she looked up to see the face before her, she realized she sat before a complete stranger. With a sputtered heart, she went red faced in embarrassment. Loose tears still spilled slowly from the corner of her eyes, making her scold herself mentally. With one small sigh, she spoke, “Hah! It’s really overwhelming. I knew your college years were for experimenting but I never expected this kind of party.” she splayed her hands forward to show, trying her best to slow down her unsteady emotions. “You don’t have to stay though, I couldn’t ask anyone else to have to deal with all these fellas.” she gave a weak smile.

[melmurph-rp-blog]

“You’re just sayin’ that because you want all the penises for yourself,” Melanie says, folding her arms. Her left eyebrow is cocked, almost as if she was judging her, but the smirk on her lips say otherwise. “Come on, we’ll get it done quicker if we work together.” She reaches her hand out to the girl, offering a handshake. “I’m Melanie, by the way. We should probably get acquainted before sharing dicks, right?” she laughs.

[nerdynumme-rp]

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket || Open

It never ended, the stress. Rosanna found herself drowning, slowly and surely being pulled under tide after tied. She wouldn’t be surprised if an undertow took her and dragged her down to the depths of the sea completely, at this point. Mark had left, he didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t even tell her he was leaving. She found out from the grey faces, she found out from the whispering in the halls, she found out by the absence in the air, she didn’t feel his warmth. She missed him, her heart just felt so broken. She felt so empty. And yet… It continued. Cookie nearly ate a bad batch of berries she had found scattered upon  the campus grounds while running about during puppy play time. They had fallen from a nearby tree, thank goodness she swept to the rescue quick. They happened to be very bad for puppers. And of course there was the vile decoration of a Greek row prank, painted so perfectly ‘erect’ on the Alpha windows. She pushed it off, she knew she shouldn’t, but she did. She wasn’t officially the president, so she didn’t think she should have to deal with it, to be fair. But when the board contacted her that she would be elected into office soon, and then noted the ‘artwork’, she was put into the place of taking care of it.  The air was brisk, the clouds in the sky deep grey & unwelcoming, and the grounds were bare & just as unfriendly. There sat the tiny brunette, brow covered in sweat beads, in the deep days of January, scrubbing away at the graffiti penises with all her might. The paint dripping with the streams, like a water coloring… A very not safe for work one. Her coat was placed on the ground next to her, she was too flushed to wear it. Her hoodie sleeves scrunched up to her biceps,and still she was somehow too hot.  Next to her sat a bucket of water, a bottle of soap, Windex, a spare sponge, and a mop for the places she could not reach due to her tiny height.

With a loud grunt she put her back into it, her brows scrunching hard, furrowed with all her might, and it seemed like it wasn’t even putting a dent into the dick before her. She had only gotten rid of maybe 3 of them total, and there was still a slew to go. Her face was red and her muscles were sore. She looked before her and shook her head, and then it happened. She broke. Tears streaming down her face, fast and strong, thick and rapid, small little sobs escaping despite herself. If only she had known someone was watching the entire time.

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Melanie was just getting back from a quick run when she noticed someone cleaning graffiti off the windows. She was supposed to be working on some stupid assignment that caused her way too much stress, so to relax - and to procrastinate - she just decided to go for a run.

She wants to help the girl, but she also really needs a shower - a thought that doesn’t matter as soon as she notices the stranger start crying. She walks over, determined to cheer her up.

“I break down as well when this many dicks are in my face,” she says, chuckling at her own bad joke. “Do you need some help?”

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[totallysketch-rp]

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to - Birthday Boy || Open

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Mel chuckles along. “But I want to!” she says, putting her foot down. “I can’t see anyone around willing to do the same, so you’d better accept it.” She can see the coffee shop at the end of the street already. “When else would you allow someone to treat you like this if not on your birthday?”

[totallysketch-rp]

Michael’s cheeks tinted bashfully and his teeth splayed big at her small foot stomp. “Okay, okay.” he said, palms placed in front of her in defense with a hearty laugh. “As for your question, hah… um nevverrr.” his voice squeeked a little at the end of the sentence with a chuckle, brows climbing up ready for the girl to scold him again, 

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Mel chuckles at the expression on Michael’s face. “Well, you should,” she says, continuing their way to the coffee shop. “I always force my friends to treat me on my birthday. It’s fun. You should really try it. It’s awfully relaxin’.” She opens the door for him, nodding her head to tell him to go in. “Don’t get used to it, it’s only because it’s your birthday,” she jokes.

[totallysketch-rp]

Michael followed Mel forward, shaking his head as she went on and then letting out a chuckle, “Sounds like you might know best.” he said in a small shrug. “Guess I gotta give it a try. It’s been awhile since I’ve done… anything with friends though.” he said a little softer, zoning out a bit, until he realize she was holding the door for him, “Oh, thank you.” he replied quick, snapping back into reality. “Oh, Oh, I’ll try not to.” he laughed again. “I’ll get you on yours. You can totally boss me around and order me to order you food. It’ll be a blast.” he said lightly, winking at her. He didn’t even realized he did it at first, till he cleared his throat to change the topic. He hadn’t felt so comfortable in a long time, even just mucking around.

[melmurph-rp-blog]

“I do know best,” Mel says, showing her teeth as she grins. “I’m a lady, and ladies always know best.” She giggles as she lets the door slam behind the two of them and starts looking for a table. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll go easy on you,” she jokes, and turns her attention towards all the different types of tea that are displayed. “I have to admit, that does sound pretty good...” Mel pretends to be actually considering taking that offer, but she can’t keep a straight face. “God, I could never do that. I’ll let you buy me cake and we can hang out, but... I could never boss someone around, even as a joke.” She shrugs. “But maybe I’m just too weak and soft. We’ll see if that changes until August. You have some time to prepare.”

[lovelysuggestions]

You have survived every moment of your life, even the ones you swore you wouldn’t. This time is no different; you will last.

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Sometime around midnight || Mcmurphy

[lilgreenpotatoman]

melmurph-rp:

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Melanie debates whether she should put a hand on his shoulder, to give him a sympathetic squeeze, but in the end she decides against it. She doubts they’re at the stage where physical contact is acceptable. “I’ve been…” She wants to say she’s been okay, to just shrug it off, because that’s what she always does when someone asks her such questions. But it’s Jack, it’s her Willy - how could she do that? “It’s been rough.” She drops her gaze to the floor as anxiety slowly takes over. “Dad had a heart attack.” Her voice is only a whisper, but she feels like she has to share that fact. Jack deserves to know, and she hasn’t really talked about it to anyone since it happened.

Jack’s eyes go big and sad, and though the pang in his heart is slightly numbed by alcohol, he can still feel it. “’m sorry, Ells,” he says quietly. “I-is he…” Okay? Dead? He doesn’t know which line of questions he should be following, and he just reaches out to take her hand. Even when he’s not sure if she’s real or not, it’s part of his very DNA to comfort Melanie. Ever since they were little, and she was mostly upset over broken dolls. He always got upset over that, too.

[melmurph-rp-blog]

Mel nods, swallowing her tears and forcing a small smile on her face. “He’s okay,” she says with a big sigh. “I should have started taking better care of him earlier...” She’s still frustrated that she let her dad’s condition get to such state. “I taught him a few recipes though, before I came here. I hope he’s sticking to them.” She chuckles, and even though it’s weak, she still feels slightly lighter. Maybe that’s because of Jack. She always felt lighter around him. That doesn’t just disappear.

[andrewbelami]

I wanna be hot enough to make people question their sexual orientation

[myfirstname]

i’m ugly enough to make people question their sexual orientation

[soulsighs]

aesthetic themed ask list

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

fin.