if my velocity makes you sweat.

[ofmyriads-blog]

ok so.... my friend is picking me up so we can go to the liquor store. so i might not be back until tomorrow hah i love you all and thank you for being patient with my bitch ass.

[ofmyriads-blog]

i have a party to go to in a few hours so if i don’t finish everything today i will def finish tomorrow!

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i have 8 drafts and 2 starters to do, which i will do after i pour myself a drink and do these replies on my group rp :)

[ofmyriads-blog]

would anybody like a starter? since i’m back on indie after the briefest hiatus i’ve ever taken.

[ofmyriads-blog]

this is not :) what i wanted to come back to on indie :)

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i came on my dash and just rolled my eyes so hard lmao

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ok shit i’ll be on today i think i got my life together ok.

[littlemiss-rachelb]

REBLOG IF YOU APPRECIATE YOUR RP PARTNERS AND JUST LIKE TO THANK THEM FOR PUTTING UP WITH YOU.

[ofmyriads-blog]

tag me in starters while i get my life together!

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i finally have my computer so i will get to drafts either today and tomorrow y’all don’t sleep on me!

[ofmyriads-blog]

has not had my computer for days. is dying :)

[turbiidus]

SOME WEIRD STUFF THAT I NEED TO LIVE

so we didn’t really have the money or time to find someone we knew to room with so we went on Craigslist and I know you might be a serial killer or an assassin but holy shit this is good chicken parmesan??? and we end up liking a show nobody else in our respective friends knows about and we marathon at four in the morning

don’t you DARE take the last roasted chicken from Sprouts, NOT IN FRONT OF ME YOU BASTARD–you’re cute but not that cute, NOT THE LAST GALLON OF CHOCOLATE MILK YOU’RE DEAD M8

oh my god i’m so sorry my cat must have got out, wait that’s not my cat, and it’s not yours, who just lets a cat loose in the apartments??? oh god it’s pregnant and gonna give birth RIGHT NOW

you work at the shitty overpriced coffee shop that only gets business because it’s nearest the university and I hate the coffee and get tea every time because at least you know how to make a good raspberry tea but I come in at odd hours and you always look exhausted, oh no you just fell to the ground crying about how you were supposed to open a gourmet cupcake shop, are you okay????

i make awful protein shakes and weird smoothies because i’m trying to be healthy but oh god it stinks and you tell me you can still taste kale in your milkshakes but i’ve scrubbed the blender clean a thousand times, oh man i’m not feeling great from that run in the muggy heat–oh fuck, your shoes, this is the worst possible thing to ever happen but you immediately took me to the nurse, and it turns out i’m dehydrated as hell from those stupid smoothies and i owe you two now, plus new shoes this is a weird way to be in debt to someone

why do you only ever seem to make popcorn at two in the morning? it’s fine and i’m always here because homework / work, but seriously start sharing wtf, fine i’ll give you some of my choclate-covered espresso beans

obviously memphis bbq is the best wtf man, prove you can make kansas city bbq taste better, i’ll bet a hundred dollars against you, campus / neighborhood cookout let’s go, i’ll bring the sweet tea you bring the lemon icebox pie

oh my god you seriously can’t taste the difference in the barbecue??? wow wtf northerners amirite? we have to fix this right now

i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you but why the hell are you here??? what do you mean you lost the tour??? the tour is literally so far from here, i am a professional cave explorer–okay i lied i just like caves but this is probably illegal so don’t tell anyone and you can come see the pretty stalactites w/ me

[ofmyriads-blog]

ok i  want more  threads i only  have like five or six and i want them all so like this if you’d like to  plot and i  may or may not  slide into your inbox!

[delistylehardcore-deactivated20]

yeah but

ghosts who are friends with the living

ghosts curiously listening to their fleshy friend’s heartbeat

ghosts snuggling up to their living friends to feel their body heat

ghosts basking in the sun to warm their ecto-bodies up so they won’t be so cold to the touch

ghosts huddling close to their living friends in windy weather for fear of getting blown apart

ghosts watching horror movies with their living friends and worriedly turning to them and going like “i’m not that bad am i?” pointing at the murderous stringy-haired banshee onscreen

people ouija-ing their ghost friends as if they were casual phone calls all like “hey you wanna hang out soon”

ghosts going to museums with their living friends and shaking their heads while looking at the exhibits all like “no no no this is all wrong. i was there and it went nothing like this.”

ghosts getting really giddy and excited whenever they hear music from their era

[normalityx-deactivated20160112]

  “ — you think someone could truly move on?”

[ofmyriads-blog]

        “maybe. if they find something else to focus on. you... tryna move on from something?”

[djdjlsjdlsdkjldsfsf-blog]

anyone want a plot where muse a is this bad boy who just moved into this tiny village and he drives a motorbike and wears leather jackets and is usually a sarcastic jerk but then this small group of four crazy friends kind of adopt him and he starts to occasionally hang out with them cos they’re kind of cool, and also because muse b is the tiny and super shy, kind, gentle soul of the group who keeps gaining his attention because he just wants to know more about her so he starts going out of his way to drive her home on his bike but says it’s only cos he has nothing else to do in such a boring place but then whoops he kissed her and suddenly they’re just a thing and they don’t label it but everyone just kind of accepts it BUTBUTBUT GIVE ME movie nights with the whole group and muse a and muse b are sharing a blanket so he starts teasing her under it and she’s just there burying her head against his neck trying not to make a sound AND THEN if he gets into fights she just kind of stands in between him and the other and tells him to calm down and he just does because it’s her and she let’s him be calm AND THEN if the other person says jack shit about it she turns around and punches them dead in the face because he makes her brave and PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

[ofmyriads-blog]

         he’s over it, really. has been since he first found out his boyfriend was famous. he doesn’t particularly care for eating alone, just the two of them in a restaurant because the other bought it out. he doesn’t care for sneaking around and banging it out in closets and alleyways, and on the tour bus. well      he actually doesn’t mind the tour bus. but that’s not the point. the point is that he’s tired of sneaking around, but he knows why they have to do it, and that’s the only thing that keeps him from groaning when he’s dragged onto the bus for what feels like and might actually be the millionth time.

         “you know... i prefer hotel rooms,” he  pouts, giving his boyfriend a peck on the lips.                                                         @seeingrediism