[mortatlas]

      independent  &  selective    [  canon  &  original  ]    multimuse  blog, beloved by echo.    [    press any key to begin    ]

[thenyoustoleme]

“I… have a key.”

[mortatlas]

fresh starter call while i work on a few things because i found this !

[mortatlas]

fresh starter call while i work on a few things because i found this !

[mortatlas]

decimatlas​.

@mortatlas​ gets a starter for Wade from Peter !

He’s starving,    and Wade… is, well,    being Wade.   Peter let him storm out of the apartment without stopping him after they got heated over    tonight’s choices:    pizza or Chinese.    It was apparently a very passionate topic for them that night in particular, as Wade has been gone after his    walk-out    for    quite a while now.    That is,    until, he hears muffled music playing on the street below his window. Peter heads to the window, flinging it open    ––    and finding Wade standing on the sidewalk below.    ( Is that a boombox? )    With a roll of his eyes, Peter leans out the window to shout down at him over the music. 

❛ I don’t    want    pizza tonight !!    –––    We had pizza    two nights ago !! ❜

      they’d been arguing for what felt like ten hours.    (  in reality, it was probably closer to ten minutes    --    but wade was never good with time.  )    they’d narrowed it down to two choice  :  pizza  or  chinese.    pizza,    the obvious choice, was suggested by wade.  however, peter had argued for    [  …  ]    chinese.    (  and, don’t get him wrong, he loves chinese.  but not tonight.  )    he’d walked for hours, in the cold air, by himself.    (  note, read  :  fifteen minutes.  )    rounding the block before he saw peter’s building in his line of vision again.    he doesn’t want chinese.    he’d then gone around the block again, stopping at his own cramped apartment to pick up his boom box.    (  the lady at the store told him it was a dumb purchase    --    idiot.  )    cold fingers fumble with pulling his phone from his pocket before he pulls up his music app, searching one specific song.  he moves quickly to plug the short aux cord into the boom box before he’s turning the volume to max.  he sits the machine on his shoulders as the soft vocals of taylor swift slip past the speakers.    i remember when we broke up    --    the first time.  saying this is it, i’ve had enough.      eyebrows furrow deeply at the other’s words as he lowers the stereo from his shoulder.      “i’m not eating    shitty chinese food    because your ibs can’t handle cheese more than two times a week !  i have a craving, parker !”

[timeburied]

      i’m sorry that you paid to see this.  i though i was fearless but thoughts are deceiving    –    if i can’t be everything i wanted to be, will you still want me ?    i’m not myself right now    [  …  ]    it’s gonna take time to sort me out. 

independent,  selective,  original muse  from  doctor who.    avery sentar.    adored by echo.

[mortatlas]

@decimatlas​  continued  !

      eyebrows furrow slightly, her eyes moving from him, down to the mug sitting between his palms, and back to him.    (  she trusts this man with her life    --    yet, she hesitates to take a sip.  funny how life works.  )    she moves her hands to rest against his around the mug, a small smile pulling at her lips.      “did you go to some exciting planet without me, my love ?”      left eyebrow raises as she voices her question.  she shifts her feet forward, heart speeding up a bit as their knees knock together.    (  oh, how she adores him.  )    she places her lips against the mug, her eyes never leaving his as she takes a careful drink.  she swallows the hot cocoa, eyes never straying from his as her smile slowly returns.  her fingers brush softly against the skin of his hands.      “you’re not completely wrong, the flavor is already there    --    but the texture isn’t.”

[nonatlas]

         ONE   SINGLE   THREAD   OF   GOLD   TIED   ME   TO   YOU.                       independent   &   selective   multimuse   as   loved   by   eevee. 

[mortatlas]

findshope​.

@holyvile​  gets  a  starter  for  Matthew  from  Josie . 

❛    Good  morning !    ❜        Despite  it  being  painfully  early  for  the  average  person ,  Josie  was  fully  awake  and  ready  for  the  day .    Unfortunately  for  her ,  Grant  was  not  awake ,  and  therefore  not  ready  for  the  day  at  all ,  but  seeing  that  Matthew  was  up  and  in  the  kitchen  gave  Josie  a  reason  not  to  sit  on  her  phone  and  scroll  for  hours  .    He  had  been  deeply  focused  on  the  newspaper  before  the  young  woman  entered  the  room .    Josie  is now  shuffling  over ,  helping  herself  to  a  bowl  of  cereal  before  claiming  the  seat  beside  him .

Her  curiosity  shows  no  bounds  as  she  glances  over  to  Matthew ;  he’s  doing  the  crossword  puzzle .    Wordlessly ,  the  brunette  scoots  her  chair  closer ,  so  she  can  get  a  better  look  at  the  puzzles  on  the  page .    She’s  practically  leaning  over  his  shoulder  at  this  point  before  she  decides  to  speak .        ❛    Do  you  mind ?    I  like  crosswo  –  ooh !     ❜        Her  arm  shoots  over  his ,  pointing  at  some  blank  squares  on  the  page .        ❛    Ascent !!    That  one  is  ascent  !!    ❜

@decimatlas​

      he’s fairly certain grant gave josie a key. that, or he didn’t lock the door last night.  he’d watched her    --    silently    --    walk past his kitchen and down the hall to his brother’s room.  he had time to pour his coffee and sit at the table before she came strolling back through.  he listens to her clatter around his kitchen.  he hears the clanging of a spoon, and the pouring of cereal.    (  if anyone asks why he always has a box of her favorite    --    he’ll blame it on chelsea somehow.  )

      brown eyes peak over the newspaper resting in his hands as she sits next to him.  his eyes move back towards the tiny boxes.  he tries his best to remain calm under her gaze.  however, when he hears the scrapping of her chair on the floor, his head turns to look at her.  eyes widen when he notices how close she is.      “what ?  no    --    it’s fine.  i    --”      eyes move back to where her finger is pressed against the paper.    (  maybe he’ll actually finish this one.  )    pen moves against the paper, as he picks up his mug of coffee.  he takes a sip, before he’s leaning back against the chair, shoulder bumping against hers.    “what else you got ?”

[mortatlas]

@decimatlas​  continued  !

      she can’t stop the smile from spreading against her features.  she lets her hip lean against the railing of his tardis.    (  she pops off for two minutes    [ … ]  )    she can’t help the light chuckle that escapes her voice at his words.  SENTIENT LIGHTS.  please.    (  although, with him around, anything is possible.  )    pajama bottoms fit snuggly against her legs, as she pushes herself off the railing with her hip.  she watches him try to struggle, the tangled lights keeping his arms tightly against his sides.    (  what a wonderful christmas surprise.  )    fingers brush softly over the mess of lights, being careful to keep her skin off his.      “i don’t know, doctor. you know how much i love seeing you tied up.”      eyes move up to his, a smirk adjusting to her features.      “it’s like you took a peak at my christmas list, sweetie.”

[mortatlas]

nonatlas·.

     @mortatlas·   ,         wanted amy for rory.

       “   you know, we may be the only couple on earth — who can say they’re having their anniversary on moon.  [  …  ]   i say may because    …   who knows with the doctor?   ”

      he’s never going to get tired of this    --    seeing every spectacular thing in the universe, with her.  he doesn’t care where it lands him, as long as amy is by his side, he knows he’ll be happy.    (  of course, he won’t be happy when she realizes he’s not paying attention to her.  )    he pulls his eyes from the stars    --    it’s weird that they look different here    --    and lets them find her.    (  god, she’s beautiful.    has he told her that recently ?  )    lips pull into a smile, and he lets his fingers tangle within hers.      “yeah.  i mean    --    i’m sure he’s had other couples than just us, right ?    --    but we’re the best.    you’re the best.”

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ RANDOM TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT / PART THREE always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

[text] –– coffee flavored vodka sounded like such a good idea at the time. now i never want to drink coffee again.

[text] –– you are the only person i know that goes to a bar often enough to charge your phone.

[text] –– i thought i’d fucked her to death, no lie.

[text] –– we interrupt your regularly scheduled saturday morning programming with this important announcement: you are not the father.

[text] –– i got punched in the face by a cowboy last night.

[text] –– had a dream that you were held at gunpoint, but i killed the guy.

[text] –– i had to have some good sex to make up for all the bad sex i’ve been having.

[text] –– we were wearing togas, so having sex was really easy to do without taking any clothes off.

[text] –– when are your genitals available?

[text] –– drunk me is my new role model, he’s fearless. like, not even afraid of tornadoes.

[text] –– you should’ve stopped drinking when you started asking people for bites of tequila.

[text] –– i got us a cheese tray and a bottle of whiskey.

[text] –– just hit him with your car.

[text] –– just so we’re clear, drunk and naked is not appropriate attire for thanksgiving.

[text] –– i’m so fucking centered right now.

[text] –– what’s the opposite of morning wood?

[text] –– his room smelled like strippers, tears, and fear.

[text] –– i just fell down my stairs. i know that you are six hours away but please come pick me up, i promise i will still be here on the stairs.

[text] –– only i could get hit on by homophobic straight guys in a drag bar.

[text] –– these beer shits have taken over my entire life.

[text] –– i already saw his dick in person and wasn’t impressed, so why he is sending me a picture of it anyway?

[text] –– he’s dressed as me and he thinks it’s funny.

[text] –– my feet smell like cheese. makes me hungry.

[text] –– just heard an advertisement for 40 proof chocolate milk. we may never have to grow up.

[text] –– i guess at this point i should stop judging guys on their looks and more on their major.

[text] –– she packed a bag with tequila, two shot glasses, salt, a knife, and two pears.

[text] –– should i have spent my entire paycheck on crown royal and lsd? no.

[text] –– drunk, high, and in a taco costume. wish you were here.

[text] –– thanks for holding onto me so i didn’t fall in my pee in that parking lot.

[text] –– she just told me she had a double-jointed jaw and winked at me while eating her banana.

[text] –– i’m sitting on the floor singing while they cook and occasionally pet me.

[text] –– stop watching porn on my work computer.

[text] –– i am officially handcuffed to the pole on this part bus while taking jello shots.

[text] –– this place is full of unfortunate mustaches.

[text] –– the uti came back with a vengeance.

[text] –– how do i tell him i’ve been sleeping with his wife too?

[text] –– i want to see you regardless of whether or not you will lick whipped cream off my body.

[text] –– the amount of drugs being done at a wedding with a bunch of surgeons was disturbing.

[text] –– regardless of your intentions, deep throating a twinkie is not sexy.

[text] –– just checking to make sure you aren’t kidnapped, pregnant, or watching fox news.

[text] –– if i die it’s either because i undercooked this burger or because i used questionable cheese.

[text] –– i’d like to know who hasn’t seen my tits tonight.

[text] –– i passed out in the shower again.

[text] –– i’ve never had a woman show me her venereal disease results in a bar before.

[text] –– i gave the naked guy in the hotel a poptart and he stopped crying.

[text] –– i woke up in a tow truck cradling plan b. 

[text] –– he’s super into jesus and i’m the devil, so.

[text] –– i just remembered our ‘i’m drunk enough to look at your vagine’ conversation. is that offer still valid? i really think i need a second opinion.

[text] –– is it bad that my only regret is fucking on the bathroom floor and not the sink?

[text] –– the cops forgot your handle of tequila when they took you away. taking shots in your honor.

[text] –– i always forget guys have belly buttons.

[text] –– come over. dress lightly, bring tequila.

[text] –– just bring some lube and a slingshot.

[text] –– in case you’re wondering: cooking naked turns into sex. sex and cooking may lead to house fires.

[text] –– there is a clear recurring theme of me having sex in restrooms that really needs to stop.

[text] –– is it inappropriate to match with someone on tinder just to ask if the friend in his profile picture is single?

[text] –– i guess there’s a difference between a bagpipe and vagina.

[text] –– do you ever just want to be mashed potatoes?

[mortatlas]

      STARTER CALL  !    please specify what muse you’d like.

[mortatlas]

          —    THESE ARE THE HANDS OF FATE.

independent    &    selective  multimuse  beloved  by  echo.

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[ohbeauregard]

Are you kidding me? I mean, we can do whatever we want, whoever we want. It’s never gonna be Thursday again. It’s just always gonna be this party. And we’re just gonna keep coming back.

[yennciri]

We’re like the Avengers, ya know? […] I don’t know, is there a bald Avenger?