of coffee & ghosts.

this blog is currently under construction. -m.

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[entergalacticlove]

[radslade-blog]

slade had been sitting down in the commons for a bit. watching people go by. the usual thoughts crept into her head, causing her to see each person walking by as a minute passed. how many ‘people’ did she have left?? what happens when the last person walks by?? her heart pounded nervously before she shook her head, stood up, and walked to the first seemingly welcoming face she saw. “h-hey, uh...what do people do here for fun?? i’m so bored, i think i might soberly call my ex.”

[alliejaneharwood-deactivated201]

It had been a long day, to say the least. Jayce had worked his shift at the shop,  which had went well, but it was when he stopped by the gas station that he got rather irritated. First, some guy cut in front of him in line, then slipped on a wet floor, then he walked face first into a wall in front of the entire convenience store. And he did all of this in front of the cute cashier.

Oh, and when he got home, he found a spider in his room and screamed like a teenage girl before slipping on the floor and scaring the spider off. Now he had an eight-legged demon in his room and had no idea where it was. 

And now he was here, sitting on his front steps with a cup of coffee and an ice pack on his head. Why…why him.

[radslade-blog]

“hey neighbor.” the brunette called, walking across the street to see the other. yep. she spotted correctly from across the way, that was an icepack. “you okay?? you, uh, look like you had a bad day. get in a scuffle or something??”

[sprezzatvras]

frantic fingers run through his hair ( a habit he picked up after he let it grow out ) as hazelnut orbs skim quickly through the screen of his laptop. connor is preocuppied – well, in all truth, he’s more desperate than preocuppied. the line of emptied out coffee cups on his table don’t help his paranoia either. he’d gone tracking earlier. at the time, it felt like a good idea, but if he only knew how much trouble it’d bring him, he’d never considered it. the lump on his left hand itches & aches, and is turning into a purple-reddish color that worries him out of his mind. his eyes turn to the familiar face that approaches. “ does this look bad to you? ” connor’s voice is a mask of anguish. “ i went tracking earlier and this… this tick bit me and now, well… ” he trails off. “ i googled it and it says i might become paralysed in a few days? it’s either that or it gives me cancer or something. ”

[radslade-blog]

slade had began bussing tables, going right towards the male who seemed to have been there for a while, based on how many coffee cups he had lined up. however, she was shocked when he asked her about his bite. she hummed, “did it also say you might be pregnant??” a soft chuckle followed. “there isn't a ring around it, which means...something. i think a ring means like, lyme disease. but it seems fine. want some neosporin?” 

[gczebos]

“Good God, have you ever heard of knocking?” Delaney exclaimed, whipping her head around to face the person who’d just entered her apartment. She had curled herself up in a pile of blankets ( her typical writing position ) and as she turned, she nearly spilled the cup of tea that sat beside her on the bedside table. “Give a girl some warning next time.” She said, hopping up from her cocoon of blankets to reveal her incredibly revealing lingerie underneath. Delaney walked over to the closet, and tossed on a robe before returning to her bed. “How can I help you?”

[radslade-blog]

work had been brutal for the brunette, she'd only been working opening to close, and gave away her brake to that cute girl that just started too. she just wanted to curl into bed, everything was moving in slow motion as she walked (something that would freak her out if she wasn’t so tired). did i mention she was tired?? when she saw her door was unlocked, she didn’t think twice, of course until she entered and didn’t recognize any furniture. when she saw the stranger stand up, she turned to a blushing mess. “u-uh, i’m sorry. i-” stop staring. “i’m derry, i’m new to slade- i- I MEAN,  i’m slade, i’m new to derry.” 

[wickedfm]

christmas had a bit of a routine going for herself. she’d go on about her business at work, finally get off after a long and emotionally draining day and slum it on over to the nearest bar. like clockwork someone; normally a male with a overly high opinion of himself and his capabilities would approach her and try to make nice in which she would show them her badge and ask them to kindly fuck off. tonight’s unfortunate male was just now taking his walk of shame to whatever corner of the bar he’d originally came from, as the dark haired femme attempted to go on about her business. that is until another figured was clearly hovering by her vicinity. “i may be off duty but if you annoy me enough i’ll arrest your ass in a second…i don’t want you to buy me a drink and i sure as hell don’t want to go home with you so try the blonde chick at the end of the bar.” her tone embodied annoyance as she pulled the glass of whiskey to her lips, allowing the liquid to running smoothly down her throat. 

[radslade-blog]

slade was still fairly new to derry. the sleepy town was nothing like what she was used to back in manhattan. however, that was the price slade had to pay in order to continue blogging interesting content. the bar was always a great place to meet new people, or to at least get her name out there. patiently waiting with her ID in hand, slade’s attention was brought to the one who spoke. “woah, woah.  don’t worry, i’m only looking to buy myself a drink. not that i wouldn’t buy you one. you’re gorgeous. it’s just, on a barista's budget, i’m living off tips...and all that can get me is my nightly dark and stormy. also, you clearly don’t want a drink.” the dark haired girl commented, a bit flustered. “i already tried to hit on her. she’s strictly dickly.” 

[radslade-blog]

s × zoe kravitz. × meet slade radcliffe, a twenty four year old female that makes money by being a barista & supernatural blogger, and is known around as the new girl, because she is lionhearted & unfaltering, as well as boisterous & impulsive. a homosexual virgo, you can always hear her blasting jesus of suburbia by green day through ‘em headphones and her biggest fear is chronophobia (fear of time). 

hey friends. i’m meech, and i recently turned 19. you can call me m, too. that’s how i usually go by on here. it’s easier. i’m busy during the day for the most part but i’m on all night after cheer practice!! anywho-- meet my little friend slade!!

slade is one of those people who, you know, try their hardest but just--- always fuck up?? like, she means no harm, and is super gentle and good hearted but is just...so....ugh. EXAMPLE: she’d go out of her way to get you an ice cream but then trip and drop it on you. :( 

she doesn’t stay in one place for too long. she has a blog mostly focusing around ghost watching and stuff, but heard stories aout derry from the good ol interweb, and this nerd RAN to the little sleepy maine town. 

she will do anything and everything. she’s not afraid of ANYTHING. oh wait- she’s scared shitless of TIME. time passing. the thought of time running out. even the ticking of clocks make her nauseous. 

she is very flirtatious, look out ladies. 12/10 girls have probably been asked out by her. she’s a total nerd too. expect the worst pick up lines. 

darn. she’s a new character so i’m still working her out. i’ll probably update this in a few!!

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

things I wish are in my life more:

drive-in cinemas

love letters

music to fall asleep to

platonic i love you’s

quiet spots in nature

time to do things i like