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[plasticideals]

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don’t  be  an  asshole:  no  godmodding,  powerplay,  or  forcing  interactions  &.  ships.  this will  lead  in  immediate  unfollow  and  potentially  blocking.  anon  hate/harassment  will  be  deleted.  out  of  character  drama  and  callout  posts  will  be  ignored.  genuinely  concerning  announcements  will  be  considered  with  proper  evidence.  i’m  not  interested  in  individual  disagreements. 

formatting:  small  font  double  spaced  with  embellished  caps  &.  upper  to  lowercase   accents.  third  person  point  of  view;  HOWEVER,  i  will  write  it  what  some  may  define  as  flowery  prose.  i  don’t  intend  to  go  on  for  a  paragraph  describing  the  color  RED,  but  be  aware,  i  won’t  write  in  a  typical  action/dialogue  sense.  replies  will  be  focused  on  internal  monologue  and  feelings  as  well  as  observations.  the  other  muse  DOES  NOT  KNOW  these  things  unless  revealed  in  my  muse’s  actions  and  dialogue.  i  don’t  expect  length  or  style  to  be  matched.  as  far  as  reply  length  goes,  i  do  ask  for  something  to  go  on.  at  least  a  paragraph  if  that’s  what  has  been  established.  let’s  cut  our  posts  and  continued  memes  get  their  own  post.

content:  i  will  be  focusing  on  characters  that  are  considered  villainous  or  flawed.  i  will  not  write  out  situations  of  prejudice,  abuse  or  violence.  history  of  such instances may  occasionally  be  implied.   i  do  plan  to  explore  the  multifaceted  qualities  of  the  human  psyche.  what  makes  us  the  way  we  are?  what  happens  when  we  do  make  the  wrong  decision?  i  do  not  excuse  these  muses  for  the  things  they’ve  done.  there  will  be  some  canon  divergence  in  some  cases.  dark  and  potentially  triggering  content  will  appear  such  as  supernatural  elements,  alcohol  and  smoking,  morally  gray  behavior  and  so  on.  i  won’t  interact  with  anyone  under  twenty. 

* CANON INFLUENCES :

i  have  only  watched  part  way  through  the  wednesday  series.  i  don't  have  significant  negative  or  anti  feelings  about  it,  but  i  won't  be  taking  a  lot  from  it  for  my  interpretation  of  GOMEZ. 

MINA  will  be  a  mix  of  influences  from  book  to  film  adaptations.  mainly,  her  muse  will  be  headcanon  based. 

anti-smeyer  ;  EDWARD  is  my  gothic  interpretation  of  a  non-sparkling,  monster  leaning  vampire.  his  human  disguise  is  thwarted  in  direct  sunlight,  revealing  a  ghoulish  &.  fanged  beast  beneath  his  youthful,  handsome  features. 

mutuals  only:  will  not  follow  for  follow.  i  won’t  be  incredibly  selective,  but  i  don’t  want  to  be  overwhelmed.  if  we’re  not  following  each  other  mutually,  don’t  interact  with  posts  or  send  in  memes.

[plasticideals]

genuine  condolences  but  my  st  muses  have  me  in  a  chokehold. 

[plasticideals]

CONTINUED FROM HERE. @dorkleads

THE  PRESENCE  OF  THEIR  UNPAID  BABYSITTER  was  an  addition  none  of  the  party  ever  seemed  to  question.  steve  thrust  himself  into  the  campaign  as  a  protector  &.  guardian  unsolicited.  ordinarily,  the  group  was  secretive  of  their  mission.  the  teen  proved  on  more  than  one  occasion  to  be  useful,  but  this  wasn't  one  of  those  times.  in  a  show  of  rare  compliance,  it  looked  to  lucas  as  though  he  were  prepared  to  let  the  hotheads  escalate  the  situation  to  unbelievable  proportions.  “  are  you  serious?  ”  lucas  questioned  steve  before  he  would  demand  the  uncharacteristically  responsible,  nay-saying  guardian  back  &.  ask  what  imposter  had  taken  his  place. 

[ups1dedown]

FEET MOVING TO THE BEAT POUNDING IN HER EARS, a ghost wandering the halls . . . CAN THEY EVEN SEE YOU ? fists balled & hidden in pockets, every inch of her body an image of discomfort. where do you belong, maxine ? BECAUSE IT'S NOT HERE. a tap on the shoulder, a sigh heaving through chest, eyes fluttering closed. hands reach upwards, headphones sliding down & nestling around neck . . . NEVER SEEN WITHOUT ANYMORE. a click, mixtape halting. a beat, head tilting as she waits. “ can i help you ? ” so cold, a callousness echoing from the girl, the affection shared between them hidden far below. “ c'mon, LUCAS, i need to go. ”

STARTER CALL . . . @shortfell

[plasticideals]

GRIEF  WAS  A  MYSTERIOUS  VISITOR.  its  host  never  had  a  book  on  etiquette  to  follow  when  it  came  around.  ever  since  that  SUMMER,  max  left  his  company  preferring  lately  the  solitary  passing  of  her  own.  at  first,  he  wondered  what  he'd  done.  the  bond  they  once  shared  taught  him  much  about  his  many  invisible  flaws  that  seemed  to  irk  her  in  unpredictable  ways.  this  was  different.  none  of  the  party  were  able  to  reach  her  in  the  fog.  he  opened  his  mouth  to  answer  her  rhetorical  greeting,  but  was  interrupted  by  her  small  excuse  to  rip  herself  from  his  presence  once  again.  “  go  where?  ”  as  far  away  from  him  as  possible?  “  i'll  walk  with  you.  i  need  to  talk  to  you.  ” 

[itsbullsh1t-deactivated20260204]

@shortfell  liked  for  a  starter.

❝  when  you  told me  that you had a story,  this wasn't what i had in mind.  ❞  teeth  grit,  the  words  bitten  out  from  around  a  grimace.  ever  the  intrepid  reporter,  nancy  wheeler.  pen  &  paper  in  hand,  ears  poised  at  the  ready  -  only  to  be  met  by  the  increasingly-familiar  sting  of  disappointment.  typical.  nancy  deflates  with  a  sigh,  teeth  worrying  at  the  plush  of  her  lower  lip  as  she  tucks  away  her  notepad  &  dismisses  her  loyal  companion  fred  with  a  wave  of  her  hand. when she turns to  lucas,  it's with narrowed eyes, her hands  resting  on  her  hips.  ❝  cut  the  bullshit.  what's  the  real  reason  you  wanted  to  get  me  out  here?  ❞

[plasticideals]

history  has  proven  the  party  weren't  aces  at  thinking  on  their  feet.  it  was  a  weakness  lucas  felt  compelled  to  perfect  if  he  were  ever  going  to  be  any  kind  of  soldier  worth  his  grit.  rolling  his  eyes  HARD  at  nancy's  dismissal  of  his  fabrication,  he  pressed  on.  undeterred.  “  i  can't  find  them.  mike,  dustin,  it's  like  they've  gone  radio  silent.  ”  his  team  was  growing  more  &.  more  steamed  under  the  collar  for  going  after  eddie.  if  lucas  knew  his  party,  they'd  be  LOYAL  to  the  dungeon  master.  to  the  end.  it  spelled  danger  with  a  capital  DUH.  he  had  to  find  them  before  things  got  out  of  control.  steve  had  disappeared  along  with  his  friends  leaving  one  obvious  option.  “  i  need  your  help.  ”

[zoomingupthathill]

Lost in his memories. Ripping from one to another, to another. Fighting for her life. Choosing door number three definitely was not the easiest door. She could have given up, could have accepted her fate sooner.. Instead she fought, and she would continue to do so until she made it back. Max had felt him, his hand in hers. Kate Bush blasting in her ears. She was so close, he hadn't given up. So even though she chose door number two for longer than she'd like to admit, she was back to searching for the third one. Some kind of way out, back to Lucas. Back to the party. It had to be there, it had to be close. He just had to get her attention again. Before it was old reliable. Kate Bush. Someone that got her through a lot in the past. Someone who never let her down. Unfortunately this time it wasn't working, she hadn't heard Kate Bush in a while. Running up that hill, never playing again. Or so it seemed.

Knowing that he was sitting there, by her bedside. Holding her hand, and trying to bring her back? It only made her want to fight more. She missed him, thought about him every day. Max pushed him away for months before this. She had missed so much time with him. So much time brooding. The redhead was already thinking of a way to make it up to him. Already trying to come up with ideas to give him everything he needed, or wanted. She didn't have much, but she'd give everything she had. How could she have been such a fool?

A frustrated yell escaped her lips, just before she heard it. It wasn't her usual song, but it was playing in the distance. "Right here waiting." He was right there, always right there. Waiting for her. Max wasted no time, she began running towards the song, ripping through memory after memory until she saw him. "Lucas, please hold on. I'm right here. Please?" She was practically begging. Getting further than last time. Her vitals beeping at the hospital the closer she got. Fingers twitching against his hand, but that was the only sign of life so far. She could feel him. The warmth, the electricity from his hand in hers. The self proclaimed zoomer could practically taste freedom. It had to happen this time. Before he left for the night, before the song stopped, she needed to get there. Running faster than she ever has, as if her life depended on it. As if Henry was behind her, and in that moment, she wasn't even going to look. Maybe he was on her tail, but-- she didn't care, it didn't matter, because she wasn't stopping. Tonight was the night she got back to the party. Back to Lucas.

[plasticideals]

WHERE  EVER  YOU  GO,  WHATEVER  YOU  DO…it  drove  him  crazy  night  after  night  leaving  her  behind  in  the  hospital  room  what  she  might  be  going  through  underneath  that  serene  surface.  with  sleeping  came  dreaming,  for  some.  could  it  be  all  blackness  like  the  fade  out  on  a  movie  screen?  was  she  trapped  perpetually  IN  BETWEEN  the  scenes.  could  she  hear  him  at  all?  did  she  know  how  sorry  he  was?  back  arched  as  lucas  hunched  lower  over  their  joined  hands.  he  pressed  his  forehead  to  the  back  of  her  hand,  rubbing  his  brow  with  a  hair's  breath  between  their  skin.  “  where  are  you,  max?  ”  his  voice  muffled  by  her  bedcovers.  “  what  are  you  doing  when  you're  not  here?  ”  a  breathy  laugh  ripped  from  his  chest.  soft,  almost  silent.  knowing  her  as  well  as  he  did,  it  would  kill  her  to  stay  still  this  long.  he  couldn't  imagine  a  universe  even  in  a  coma  where  she  had  to  lie  down  &.  drift  away  into  a  limitless  oblivion. 

the  alternative  (  in  every  movie,  it  proved  to  be  the  same  ).  she  would  have  to  be  fighting  for  her  life,  for  her  journey  back  to  the  reality  she  knew.  where  she  BELONGED.  he  never  spoke  the  words  aloud.  it  wouldn't  do  any  good  &.  lucas  was  only  ever  interested  in  the  practical.  if  he  could  simply  wish  her  awake,  he  would  do  it.  over  &.  over.  no  matter  what  it  took.  tonight,  he  was  feeling  particularly  whimsical.  maybe  it  was  the  soft  rock  music  enveloping  the  room,  but  he  felt  his  mouth  parting  to  say  it…  “  come  back.  please,  ”  what  was  that?  did  her  fingers  just  move?  lucas  lifted  himself  back  into  an  upright  position.  his  eyes  desperately  searched  her  face  for  any  signs  she  could  hear  him.  “  come  back.  ”

[hollythehero]

@shortfell reached out , for lucas ! “ i don’t know what that means . ”

“ camezotz ? hello , it’s camezotz ! geez , don’t you read anything good , ” the tone the words leave her mouth with is unmistakably exasperated , as if her knowledge should be simple common sense . weren’t mike’s friends supposed to be geeks , nerds & losers ? holly figures they aren’t doing a very good job of it , as her eyes roll upwards . “ it’s from a wrinkle in time , see . it’s a dark planet controlled by it — that’s the antagonist . everything looks perfect there , but it’s not . that’s what it was like ! that’s where i was . ”

[plasticideals]

HE  BLINKED  RAPIDLY,  TRYING  TO  DISGUISE  HIS  OFFENSE.  the  reading  list  of  the  party  didn't  stray  far  from  dnd  texts  &.  his  personal  library  consisted  of  manuals  or  nonfiction  war  history  &.  tactics.  he  wasn't  about  to  throw  that  in  her  face,  though.  there  wasn't  much  time  for  bickering  with  younger  siblings.  he  had  to  save  that  energy  when  it  was  needed  with  erica  or  mike.  lucas  felt  the  weight  of  emptiness  at  his  side  where  dustin  would  be  standing.  the  two  of  them  would  usually  argue  worst  of  all.  dropping  his  head  forward,  he  forced  his  focus  back  to  holly.  “  you're  saying…  you  were  inside  of  a  BOOK?  ” 

[zoomingupthathill]

His voice cut through her like nails on a chalkboard. As much as Max tried to like Mr.Wheeler she didn't have it in her. He was pretty much useless in her eyes. Whenever she was at the Wheeler household, he was sitting in that damn recliner.. Almost unmoving. Freezing in her tracks as he continued talking. A part of her wished she was a tad ruder, and continued running through the living room and down to the basement. "You could always turn the news up... What do you have it at the lowest volume setting?" She asked, trying not to roll her eyes. "What I said wasn't even that bad, i've heard WAY worse.. They're going to start without me, so I have to get downstairs but i think I heard Mrs . Wheeler start dinner.. Shouldn't you help her?"

[plasticideals]

EVERYWHERE  HE  TURNED  THESE  DAYS,  THERE  WERE  KIDS  IN  HIS  HOUSE.  not  his  kids,  mind.  it  was  enough  having  one  teenager,  a  pre-teen  &.  a  little  angel  running  back  &.  forth  at  all  hours.  they  were  his  responsibility  &.  by  god,  they'd  grow  up  &.  grow  out  of  their  acts  of  rebellion  as  long  as  he  could  keep  the  chaos  in  check.  kids  these  days…  even  his  own  weren't  immune  to  the  STRANGE  effect  in  the  water.  the  redheaded  young  lady  was  fairly  new  to  the  gaggle  of  friends  mike  hosted.  usually  quiet  with  big  expressive  eyes.  ted  had  stood  from  his  chair  &.  placed  his  hands  on  his  hips  when  she  piped  up.  “  that  would  be  because  the  volume  is  reserved  for  family  viewing  in  the  evening,  miss.  we're  not  a  household  of  racket  throughout  all  times  of  the  day  &.  we're  certainly  not  a  household  for  foul  language  of  any  kind.  ”  his  father  would  balk  at  an  adult  themselves  to  a  guest,  let  alone  a  child,  but  ted  didn't  adhere  to  the  parental  style:  because  i  said  so.  he  knew  if  his  children  understood  rather  than  repeatedly  being  told  something,  they'd  be  better  off. 

[plasticidols]

@plasticideals  (𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚈)  sent: ♫  carol  /tommy

send  ♫  for  a  lyric  starter.  /   𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!   /   song:  conceited  by  lola  young

❝  i  heard  that  you  tell  the  guys  i'm  the  worst.  ❞   carol  narrows  her  eyes,  a  finger  tapping  the  ash  from  the  cigarette  she  clutches.  she  peers  at  him  through  the  smoke,  her  eyes  scarcely  more  than  a  thin,  appraising  pair  of  twin  slits.  the  gossip  had  hardly  been  surprising  ──  years  of  dating  (&&  breaking  up)  made  her  privy  to  tommy's  temper   &&  penchant  for  running  his  mouth  when  the  fuse  has  been  ignited…  but  it  irks  her  all  the  same.  lips  loose  a  scoff,  chin  tilting  downward && thin brows  raising  as  she  waits  on  his  response.  ❝  are  you  gonna  tell  me  what  the  fuck  that was  about  or  are  you  just  gonna  sit  there  &&  gape  like  a  goldfish?  ❞ 

[plasticideals]

THE  GAPING was  in  amusement.  a  frozen,  silent  picture  of  deranged  laughter  which  filtered  through  a  dry  scoff.  running  his  tongue  over  his  teeth,  he  bore  them  in  a  snarling  grin  before  he  reached  to  pinch  her  nose  lightly  between  his  thumb  &.  finger.  “  oh,  yeah?  the  worst  what?  the  worst  forger?  that  sick  note  you  gave  me  landed  me  in  two  weeks  detention,  but  you  don't  see  me  giving  you  SHIT  about  it.  ”  the  same  hand  he  used  to  effectively  boop  her  nose  circled  around  the  wrist  she  smoked  with.  he  guided  her  cigarette  filter  to  his  lips  &.  took  a  drag. 

[kaisources]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ : IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT . . . a collection of screwball rom-com ⁽ ⁰⁰³ ⁾ roleplay sentence starters from old hollywood screwball romance comedies from NUMEROUS FILMS, balls of fire genre: romance, slice-of-life, comedy, love, fake relationship.

Hey, who's in there, something wrong?

Who are you? What are you doing?

Take it easy. You're lucky I broke in.

Why don't you go back and mind your own business…like everybody else in [place name]?

Okay, that's the last time I'll save your life.

I wasn't kissing you. You were kissing me.

Why didn't you complain? So I could have met you earlier.

That's one of the things that attracted me to [him/her/them].

I like honesty. All my life people have lied to me, and I can't stand it.

[Place name]. I've been there. I never noticed you.

I was sitting here alone tonight, it suddenly came over me. I have wasted away my whole life for [him/her/them].

Don't start monkeying around with the federal government!

Look, if you need anything, just pound on the wall. I'll come right away.

I didn't know you were interested in reading.

I've seen some of those movies, but this one is like an iceberg.

[Name], what you don't like about [Second name]…is exactly what I do like about [him/her/them].

My life is arranged the way I like it.

You mean you're in love with [him/her/them]?

You wanted to see me about something?

I think [he/she/they] taking advantage of you.

You should change laundries. They're using too much starch.

Please stop mothering me. Thank you.

I saw [his/her/their] face before me and I couldn't go through with it.

Married? Who said anything about getting married?

I've got a perfect setup. Why spoil it by getting married?

That's such a big, dirty, rotten,filthy lie, but it has class.

I'm sorry. I hope I haven't shocked you.

It isn't as if you're planning to pay me, either.

Look, [name], if it is that important you'd better tell me about it.

Sorry to disappoint you but everything between us is a fake.

Don't try to spare my feelings, [name]. I know you were out with [name].

Through? What are you talking about? We're so happy together.

It wasn't your fault. I knew what I was getting into. You have always told me the truth.

You may not believe it, but I have certain standards.

In that case, I'll be proud to marry you.

Tell [him/her/them] to get the hell out of here and come back later.

Look, now that we're engaged… don't you think we should do something to celebrate?

Let's do something we've never done before.

I would not be prejudiced if you were married.

I can always count on you in a jam.

Why? Is there somebody else in that closet?

I've been working for you for almost [number] years… and this is the first time that you have ever invited me out.

I realized that I have no idea of what your life is like outside the office.

What do you do on your vacation?

I'm no sex goddess, but I haven't spent my life in a tree.

I was married when I was very young, but it didn't work out.

I've been talking an awful lot and I'm afraid I'll be late for dinner.

I'm glad we had this little talk. You're a very rare person, sensitive and generous.

I have a feeling that if I found myself in trouble, I could count on you for help.

[Name],I want someone to play the part of my [husband/wife/partner].

At the time, I had my reasons. But I'll straighten that out later. At the moment, I have to dig up a [husband/wife/partner].

Are you quoting [her/him/them], or you?

I don't know how to get out of this one. My happiness lies in your two hands.

You've managed to handle your happiness without any help from me and now you want to use me in this contemptible way.

You just tricked me into talking about myself so that….What you did wasn't very nice. Not very nice at all.

Are you absolutely sure that you love [name]?

I don't want [her/him/them] to end up bitter and unhappy.

Are you absolutely sure you don't love [her/him/them] anymore?

What about your future? What's going to become of you?

[She/He/They] crazy about you. Anybody can see that.

It's not what [he/she/they] said, it's what [he/she/they] didn't say.

It sounded as if they were made with love.

Now that you're getting a divorce, we ought to be more careful. We wouldn't want this to get messy.

I'm afraid I threw this boyfriend thing at you too quickly.

Damn, you're getting as prickly as your damn cactus.

What's going on out there between you two?

Don't try to fool me, I have a very good nose for sexual tension.

I behaved like a dignified, civilized, willing-to-be-divorced [husband/wife]!

Why did you have to bring children? That's what choked [him/her/them] up.

If I can't spend my weekends as I see fit…me and my cactus will be glad to resign!

You must help me…not only as a friend, as a [job name]. It's your professional duty.

You played the part of my [husband/wife] once and you enjoyed it. Admit it. You did enjoy it.

Now here's your chance to play a return engagement. No [actress/actor] quits after one performance.

So I lose a [husband/wife] and gain a lover? At least I don't feel completely abandoned.

Good, wonderful. All we have to do is to find someone to play your lover.

You want me to act the part…and now you want me to furnish my own props?

It's not going to be easy. We have to find someone I know I can trust.

I'm supposed to be your lover, remember? That's the reason you're getting a divorce.

You want me to act natural and flirt with you at the same time?

I know, but now I feel like a spy. Let's go.

Go easy on that stuff. I'm not sure I can pay for it.

I don't think they've noticed us. We'd better push things a bit. Let's dance.

An actor? Isn't that a very insecure profession?

Did we have a date, or didn't we?

I could give you a dozen explanations, but you might as well know the real one. I am a member of the CIA.

[Name], my respect for you is going down every minute.

What do you say we go over to your place where we can be alone

You're going home alone? Without an escort?

[Name] thought you looked so sad and humiliated…[he/she/they] told me to stay with you.

As far as I am concerned, are we supposed to have spent the night together?

I'll buy [him/her/them] a nice present, tell the truth, then we'll get married.

You didn't have to put on that act about being humiliated!

I was hired as a [job title], not as a geisha girl!

You're afraid. Afraid of emotion, afraid of intimacy, afraid to live.

If you call that living, the way you carry on, then you're right.

Funny how whenever people hurt your feelings…they're always doing it for your own good.

What makes you think I'm trying to tell you anything?

You're not a stingy man, but you're not the last of the big-time spenders, either.

Tell me, have you ever been to a diplomatic ball?

It's always a shock when it happens to someone you know.

That present…. I don't know how to thank you.

You're beginning to sound just like a husband.

I thought we were going to have a quiet little dinner?

The minute I decided to do the right thing and marry [him/her/them], I've had only troubles.

I was getting lonesome for the sound of a human voice.

Let's ignore [him/her/them]. After all, my evenings are my own.

Look at them acting so damn polite. They're all rotten.

You must feel as if you were dancing with your mother.

Let's run away and live on your social security.

That's some talk for a man who's planning a divorce.

When you left the club, you were already doing fairly well, blurry-wise.

Did you ever have a gin and tonic but made with tequila?

You know what I've done? I've created a monster.

No, Dr. Frankenstein, this is no creation of yours, this is me. Experiencing new things. Things that I've never done before.

Nobody around so we sat there and watched the sun come up.

My cactus. It's blooming!

Nevermind that. What about your night of debauchery with [name].

Poetic? I saw [him/her/them] kiss you on the neck! There's no such thing as a friendly kiss on the neck.

It's grotesque, a woman your age throwing yourself at a kid like that.

What about that father-and-daughter thing of yours?

You go to your church and I'll go to mine.

I was determined to make up for the time I'd lost. And I intend to keep on doing it.

Every time I felt shaky, I thought about you. Thinking about all those terrible things you said to me.

I don't mind saying I'm disappointed in you, [name]. Very disappointed.

If I didn't know you so well, I'd almost swear you're jealous.

All right, look, so you had a little fling last night. Nobody's knocking it. After all, there was no harm done. Was there?

Why don't you just ask me if I went to bed with [him/her/them]?

What happened out there on my mink stole? I mean, the beach? I want to know.

A husband's right. Let me remind you you're still my wife!

You want a divorce? It's I who wants a divorce!

Don't worry, you won't see me again. That goes for the children too!

I have no patience with people that shilly-shally about these things.

Damn it, I've been swindled!

How come you suddenly decided to un-mess this mess?

Dirty, married bachelor!

I don't know what your game is, but you'll not use me.

Your [husband/wife] suddenly refuses to give you a divorce?

What are you doing coming through the window like that?

I went to see [him/her/them] and I told [him/her/them] that you wouldn't agree to a divorce.

I went and told [him/her/them] that we weren't married.

It was the only way I could get out of marrying [him/her/them]!

My anger disappeared and I suddenly felt a delicious sense of relief. I said to myself, "Thank God, you're out of it. Now you can go home to your [husband/wife] and I suddenly remembered I had no [husband/wife].

You know, it's funny, I feel as if you've always been my [husband/wife]. We don't even have to bother getting married.

[songrest]

music has a way of finding you, even in the darkest of places.

[candyflossmemes]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

[plasticideals]

STARTER CALL for my st muses — if you want something from anybody else, poke me.

[plasticideals]

*turning  away  from  newspaper  to  look  directly  into  camera*  oh  hi  there.  welcome!  you've  made  an  excellent  choice  in following my multi that  you  won't  regret  at  all.  take  a  look  around,  my  roster's  a  mile  ½  long  with  inevitable  plans  to  expand  at  the  drop  of  a  dime.  thank  u  for  your consideration &.  we  sure  hope  you  enjoy  ur  stay  ;)

[plasticideals]

about to add this note on my roster BUT fred benitez is a reimagining of fred benson from s4. thank u for your consideration.

[kikismemes]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

[plasticideals]

STARTER CALL for my st muses — if you want something from anybody else, poke me.