( //⋆○• — LIKE I WOULD !

this is for the snakes and the people they bite; for the friends i’ve made; for the sleepless nights; for the warning signs I’ve completely ignored. there’s an amount to take, reasons to take m o r e. it's no big surprise you turned out this way. when they close their eyes and prayed you would change and they cut your hair, and sent you a w a y. you stopped by my house the night you ESCAPED. with tears in my eyes, i begged you to stay you said, “hey man, i love you but no fucking way” + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5291663"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[pluraliisms]

omg..... i’ve been trying to log onto this account for like 3 weeks now but i had forgotten the email SDFHSDKFJ....... i think i’m gonna do a lil revamp and add some muses 

[parisnesss-deactivated20201230]

gimme a plot where muse a is dating this guy who’s like perfect on paper, super lovely, stable, etc and she loves him but she’s lowkey bored and she goes to a family dinner and meets muse b, his asshole, wannabe bad boy brother who happens to be totally fucking hot && gives her what she’s been missing…drama, sex and angst ensue 

[myxsweetxlord-archive-deactivat]

OK SO what about a plot where muse a is a waitress or something and she’s working a shift one night and like this group of super hot cops come in and she has to be their waitress and she’s trying to not act weird but she can’t help it and they notice it and are teasing her about it, but muse b is doing it a lot more than the other too and like maybe the diner requires her to wear skates and maybe she like stumbles and ends up spilling like soda, water, etc. on muse b’s crotch and she’s like ‘omigod omigod omigod’ and he just thinks it’s cute and funny and so he leaves her his number on a napkin and maybe she panics and doesn’t text him because she thinks he’s intimidating AND THEN MAYBE THE NIGHT DAY SHE LIKE LOST A BET OR SOMETHING AND HER FRIENDS MAKE HER GO SKINNY DIPPING IN THE LAKE EVEN THOUGH IT’S TRESPASSING AND THEN THE POLICE COME AND HER FRIENDS DITCH HER AND OH SHIT IT’S MUSE B AND SHE LIKE COMES OUT OF THE WATER TO SEE HIM STANDING ON THE DOCK AND HE’S LIKE ‘why didn’t you text me?’

[strangehorse]

tag urself: dnd edition

[youtastelike-sunlight]

@sendthewolves Hubby and I both feel personally attacked.

[wildhaart]

give me something like a “hey hot badboy housemate, i just broke up with my boyfriend and i’m drunk, you’re hot, let’s fuck” but he didn’t do it because she was drunk so they end up watching the stars on the roof and listen to her whine about her ex until they eventually fell asleep, cuddling

[jonbutter]

[pluraliisms]

MY JOB IS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EXHAUSTING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pls i will b more active 2day n 2moro

[drugsupplier]

calling your friends like

[pluraliisms]

check out my starters while i unpack????

[pluraliisms]

BASED.

“what are you doing here?” he wasn’t angry at this point, just exhausted. sore arms dropped his gym bag in the front entrance of the small apartment, glancing at the figure sitting in the kitchen chair. he switched on the lights, covering the area with a dim glow. dark hues watched over the scene, stepping into the kitchen and pulling out a chair beside her. he looked down at his bloody, swollen knuckles before looking back up at her. “how’d you find out i’d be fighting tonight?” tristan shook his head, casting his glance back down to his bloody hands. his lip had split, and every word was pure torture at this point. “i’m not doing it as much anymore - i’m thinking of going pro. anyways, this isn’t any of your business anymore. you don’t have to take care of me, you know that. you should probably go.”

[easylovcr]

snapchat – open

[pluraliisms]

theresahcney:

WOLFIE: well we’re inside most of the time getting our pictures taken  WOLFIE: i just want to go home and be with you  WOLFIE: i miss you so much WOLFIE: i knew it would be bad but not this bad after only three days WOLFIE: idk why people are trying to tell me lies about you WOLFIE: do you love me jonah?

JONAH: true, but it’s still doing what you love right? JONAH: i know babe JONAH: i really got used to you stealing all my blankets when we sleep JONAH: isn’t the same around here without you JONAH: i don’t know but it’s really starting to piss me off JONAH: what? of course i do JONAH: do you really doubt that, wolfie? you’d doubt me?

[easylovcr]

snapchat – open

WOLFIE:  so this is the third day of my big adventure  WOLFIE:  and i really genuinely thought i’d enjoy travelling the world with the agency WOLFIE: but i literally feel like crying babe i can’t focus WOLFIE: a little birdy told me you’re getting cozy with somebody else 

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JONAH: think of all the things you’ll see!!! the experiences!! JONAH: ok i don’t know what to say to make you feel better JONAH: usually i’d just hold you i’m sorry baby JONAH: i never trusted birds  JONAH: those beady little eyes???? the worst JONAH: but seriously babe, people say all kinds of crazy things you know that

[tinystarscapes]

ok but best friends falling in love with each other will forever be my favorite plots of all time ): here are some that will ruin ur life: 

ur the new kid and i invite u to sit w me at lunch and oh i noticed ur wearing my favorite band / movie / have my favorite book and we have a rly interesting conversation and oh ur in like a lot of my classes wow cool and hey we’re friends now and like now we’re best friends and then u start dating someone else and im ok w it until i realize no the fuck im not daTE me instead ): 

we have no idea what personal boundaries are and yeah we’ve made out before a lot and yeah it was ok but we’re friends ok f r i e n d s and why r u staring at me like that? why are u holding my hand always? why are u telling me how much u adore me? we’re not dating? oh u’ve been in love w me for years and i’m a doorknob ): pls come back 

i confessed i might be in love w u and u said u weren’t interested in dating me bc we’re just friends and i’m getting over that heartbreak but u show up on my doorstep and kiss me and we end up in bed and in the morning u tell me this was a mistake and before i can stop u, u leave. u show up again. lather rinse repeat. ):

we share a mutual friend but we’re not rly that close until our friend takes us to a party and they ditch us and we’re not rly part of the crowd so we just sit together and talk a lot. turns out we like a lot of the same things (or we hate a lot of the same things or ur opinion sucks balls here is why ur wrong wow pls continue talking i love how much passion u put into ur opinions even tho they suck balls lol) we grow close and p soon we’re always together. turns out i actually rly rly like u. will u kiss me now? no? ): but why? oh ur in love w our mutual friend and im so sad now ):

we were friends throughout childhood and school. i was a dweeb and ur my way cooler friend but u moved away when we were like 15 we grew apart even tho we promised to stay in touch. i see ur facebook updates and i read ur tweets and i miss u and i wanna talk to u but i dont ?? so we fade away and then one day u show up in my life again and ho ly fuck my heart is doing the beepboop thing but i’m still a loser and ur a fuckin god/dess. ): u wanna catch up and holy shit its like old times again and wow im fuckin in love w u – oh ur getting married ): but … ilu? pls? 

we tried the whole dating thing and it didn’t work out and we’ve moved beyond that. ur my go-to friend on anything and everything and any problem u got i will fucking mow down hell to fix and wow ur smile just lights up my world and pls dont be sad who made u sad i will throw them in hell and mow them down and – oh wow. i never got over u. ur my fucking world and i just want u to be happy but u can only see me as a friend bc when u look at me u see our failed relationship but im not the same person i swear to god. ): 

and jusT BEST FRIENDS FALLING IN LOVE ): ): ): 

[scxed]

can i pls have a plot where the guy is like a street fighter but he’s rly rly good and he’s trying to make an actual career out of it and actually joins a boxing gym to train and fight professional boxers bUT in comes the worried ex-girlfriend who’s trying to talk him out of everything and they still have feelings for each other but he’s always trying to convince her that he’s no good for her and like pushes her away constantly but he also knows he can’t live without her and she can’t live without him so she eventually decides to support him even though she’s still lowkey against it all so she goes to his fights and stuff and makes him his breakfast and does his laundry and takes care of him but there can be like arguments and lots of crying when he comes home every night with fresh wounds and bruises!!!!! imagine the angst and tears and kissing and sex and yelling pls gimme gimme

[antcgoniist-deactivated20260408]

ok but give me a plot where muse a is a big bad mob leader or gang leader or drug dealer or smthn like that and muse b is their significant other who wouldn’t even know how to hurt a fly and muse b is also the only person who can calm muse a down when they’re in a rage also muse a has to teach muse b how to defend themselves in case something were to ever happen to them

BONUS: what if muse a takes muse b out to dinner or smthn one night and someone tries to hurt muse b in order to hurt muse a and muse a ends up shooting someone and it’s the first time that muse b has seen that happen

[plumwrites]

more f/f plots because we all need more f/f plots.

after midnight ; muse a works at the local cornerstore as well as being in school to pay for books and keep herself alive, and usually gets stuck working the graveyard shift—which she admits can be kind of amusing considering the people that come in. in particular, she notices muse b, a cute girl who comes in at least every friday to pick up a box of condoms, a bag of candy and painkillers. sometimes they talk and joke, but muse a never hits on her because ‘of course she probably is straight.’ however, after jokingly saying ‘have fun with the boyfriend!’ after ringing muse b up, she’s surprised when muse b turns before leaving, laughing and saying ‘i like girls. cute ones.’ with a wink. cue late night flirting and kissing when there are no customers!

the wire ; muse a and muse b met during their first year of college while trying to join up for a sorority. sparks flew and now in their junior year, they’re a hot couple: usually pictured at all the parties, always hanging onto to each other—they are the envy of most couples on campus seeing as they’re always getting along— but when a new rush season starts and muse a starts to get close to a new pledge, muse b gets jealous and begins acting out of character and starts flirting with other girls—putting a major strain on their seemingly perfect relationship.

who are you ; muse a is one of those girls. the “i’m not like those other girls,” type. who refuses to buy starbucks, wears glasses, reads books, drinks tea, watches dr.who like her life depends on it, and has the typical internal misogyny glued right into her and refuses to change. muse b is one of those girls, and she really doesn’t care. she’ll wear her uggs, makeup and show up to every event with starbucks and instagram her cup because the barista wrote her name cutely that day. they end up working together at a retail place in the mall and muse a can’t stand muse b , that is until muse a is being harassed in the parking lot late at night after her shift by a bunch of guys while waiting for the bus, and muse b shows up out of nowhere and tells them off, driving muse a home while fuming about the boys, all the while checking to make sure muse a is doing okay. in the days following when muse b is driving muse a to and from work, muse a realizes something: she has a major crush on muse b, this preppy girl who swears like a truck driver at boys and smiles like miss america at every girl she passes— the very girl she thought she hated.

falling ; muse a and muse b are finally living out their lives together— a new apartment, stable jobs, and of course each other. as well as one on the way—they’ve decided to go ahead and adopt a three year old girl. things are great for the first couple months— the child is happy, the couple is doing okay, but after a while muse b is having a hard time adjusting to life like this and is having thoughts of leaving, but doesn’t know what to do. instead she draws back from her girlfriend and child, spending time out with friends and coming home drunk, causing for many fights with a very frustrated and confused muse a .

[pluraliisms]

eva

Eva’s hands were overfilled with all the flower crowns her students had made throughout the hour - each of them had their own unique color scheme and layout. She’d encouraged her students to make something that was represented of their personality, something they would be proud wearing. Sure, maybe that sounded a bit silly, it was just an accessory that would possibly be forgotten about in a week or a month, but still, it was her duty as a teacher to help her kids express themselves in the best way possible. “Make sure to show your parents what we made, okay? Maybe we can revisit this idea for Mother’s Day.” Eva spoke as she opened up the door for her students, watching as they each walked out into the hallway. It wasn’t long before she heard the sounds of high-pitched chatter, recognizing the voices as her students. “Wha–” Glancing over in the direction of the sound, she noticed a couple of the girls had stopped the music teacher, placing a crown upon his head. The colorful flowers seemed out of place with his dark clothing, and it was clear by his facial expression that he wasn’t enjoying being taunted. Eva bit down on her lip to keep herself from laughing. “Hey, it looks adorable.” She reassured him. “And the girls don’t mean any harm, they’re just having a bit of fun.”

annoyance ---- that was the overwhelming emotion mateo was feeling as the girls fussed with the decorative piece. he was able to send off the girls with a promise that he’d keep the frilly crown ---- he rolled his eyes as they walked off, nearing the other teacher with a small smirk he couldn’t seem to wipe off. “if that’s supposed to make me feel better, you need to know it’s doing the opposite of that.” he spoke in answer to her compliment, giving a grimace. he didn’t keep the face long, seeing her try to hold back her laughter. “a bit of fun? seems more like pure torture to me. aren’t you supposed to be the cute, fun, kind teacher here? i think you’re more evil than you let on.” he teased, giving the teacher a small nudge. he glanced around the hallway, making sure they were clear of the girls in eva’s class before taking off the crown and placing it on her head. “here’s a taste of your own medicine, miss.”