feels like coming of age

you know i try to live without regrets. i'm always moving forward and not looking back, but i tend to leave a trail of debt while i'm moving ahead. and so i'm stepping away.

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To all roleplayers I roleplay with:

[radikalyouth]

If I didn’t reply:

YEP I  missed it.

I’m still working on it.

I REPLY AT THE SPEED OF MOLASSES

If you ever want to roleplay:

Invade my inbox and scream at me.

I don’t bite… I cut people in half 

Ask for a starter or just post one and tag me~ 

This goes for EVERYONE. If our characters don’t normally interact THEY WILL AND THEY WILL LIKE IT.

Random notes:

You are kind.

You are important.

You are smart.

I love you all <3.

And to those I don’t roleplay with:

We totally should.

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{ ✖ };; — Dylan had been out for the night with his friends, walking along the dimly lit streets in the city where they’d just come from the movie theater. The group paraded their way down the now practically empty streets, not a care in the world as they laughed and conversed between each other. Twenty or so minutes had passed by once the group had dispersed, everyone going their separate ways to get back home or to get to wherever their destination was. Dylan found himself alone, walking down an empty sidewalk with his phone in hand, texting away to one of his friends about where he was headed. He hadn’t even noticed that he hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going until he collided into someone — or something, for that matter.

Arm falling to his side with phone in hand, Dylan looked up to see just what he had bumped into. “Sorr-” He paused mid-apology, eyes registering just what he saw before him. It was a girl, although she looked to be hurt. He could see blood everywhere, noting ripped clothes as he looked her up and down. A look of worry spread over his face, shaking his head as she spoke up. He could tell something was wrong, and although he probably should’ve stayed out of it, the boy had to help her. “N-No, I’m not staring because of…. what happened to you? Are you okay?”

[radikalyouth]

She shook her head, trying to brush the hair into her face. The boyish voice was the last thing she wanted to hear in the moment, and yet here he was, cornering her and looking like he could easily throw her against the wall and hurt her if he wanted to-- Of course, pretty much anyone could hurt her if they wanted to, she stood an even five feet tall and had the demeanor of a lost dog. She wasn't scary or strong. "No, I-- I'm fine. I just had some asshole fuck me up back there, but it's-- It's okay. I'm fine," Gabriella shrugged and took a small step away from him. "I deal with douchebags like that all the time." She mumbled, pulling her sleeves down over her hands. 

The blood in her mouth began to drip again and with a groan, she spit on the ground, narrowly missing the boy's shoes. "Sorry," She mumbled. "... Could you just-- Please let me pass? I-I just need to get to the homeless shelter. It's just a couple blocks down, I could've been there by now. Please let me pass."

[radikalyouth]

I crave a childhood friends to lovers au. I don’t care how fricking corny it is. I love the idea of always being best friends and dating people and then growing up and realizing wow, I love you like fuck give it to me.

[radikalyouth]

Noah leaned back against his sister's tombstone and took a hit from the joint between his fingers, letting the calm feeling wash over his mind. He came to visit his sister every week, without fail. He knew she wouuld've done the same from him. Of course, he knew it was kind of weird to smoke around his little sister's grave, but he didn't care; staring at his sister's tombstone, alongside his mother's, just made him feel too on edge not to smoke.

A group of mourners passed by, dirty looks and all. He sneered at them, blowing a puff of smoke after them. "You try losing your little sister and your mom. You'd be smoking, too." Noah shouted after them. They moved away from him quickly and his eyes began to close, trying to hide the sticky tears that were on his cheeks.

[radikalyouth]

Gabriella lifted her head and climbed to her feet, wiping the blood from her mouth. Footsteps echoed from the end of the alleyway, the sound of her attacker getting away with it. Her insides felt absolutely scorched, her eyes stinging with tears at the pain that shot through her limbs with every small move she made. Hands shaking from the effort of trying to contain her sobs, the girl tried to cover herself well enough to get to a shelter without getting stared at on the way there.

She rounded the corner out of the alleyway slowly and ran directly into a wall of flesh and bones. Ella let out a quick sob and her head ducked down when she felt a pair of eyes trained on her torn clothing and bloody face. "Don't stare at me, please." She asked quietly.

[radikalyouth]

i'm going to go shower, check out my list of muses and maybe message me to plot while i'm gone?

[comeandgos]

"Come…come back to bed." Juliet said in a soft tone, having an unusual urge to be close to the other, "Fuck, I can’t believe I just said that." She let out a short laugh at herself out of the ridiculousness of the situation, she never asked one night stands to stay. There was just something different about this person, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, “You don’t have to, the door is that way.” She pointed in the general direction, feeling somewhat embarrassed what she asked of the other. 

[radikalyouth]

"Did you just ask me to stay?" She asked, turning on her heels to face the girl in bed. "That's so cute." Gabriella let the genuine smile creep onto her face. She had never been asked to stay before. Most girls she slept with in the towns she blew through knew that she was strictly one night stand material and nothing more. It felt nice to be wanted. After pulling a shirt over her head quickly, she jumped back into bed with Juliet, flailing playfully. "Have you got a crush on me?" She asked; a mischievous grin on her face.

[radikalyouth]

"Nooo... Come back and cuddle with me." Kat whined, reaching out her arms for a hug. "I don't feel good."

[radikalyouth]

Don't lie to me, p-please. I've never lied to you...

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[radikalyouth]

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[pcejourdan-archive]

"Jeez, Brooks. I’m not saying that you have to cut her out completely. I’m just saying that she needs to get her act together."

[radikalyouth]

"It sounds like that's what you want me to do."

[pcejourdan-archive]

"And what if she doesn’t? Then what happens?"

[radikalyouth]

"What do you want me to say happens? Then I cut her out of her son's life and keep him from ever knowing who his mom was?"

[pcejourdan-archive]

"You can still have your child be happy. I’m not saying that she has to be the perfect Stepford Wife, but if she wants to be there for your child, then she should be at least making an effort."

[radikalyouth]

"She will soon enough. I don't know who else I could turn to."

[pcejourdan-archive]

"Seriously? You take her on these shopping sprees and she’s always standing you up on dates. Do you really want that?”

[radikalyouth]

"She's the mother of my child. I don't know what to tell you. I have to wait this out-- She'll grow up someday. I do really want that. I want my kid to be happy."

[pcejourdan-archive]

"I’m just saying that I don’t think that she’s right for you. Honestly, you know what you want to do in life and she’s still sitting on her mom’s couch. Do you really want to support and be with someone that’s as lazy as her?"

[radikalyouth]

"Maybe I do. What if I do? Is that so bad?"