the movie, groundhog day?

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MUN: Karla | She/Her | 24

MUSE: Carter Davis of Happy Death Day

RULES & ABOUT: Here

SIDEBLOG OF: @kindofvertigo​

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JOSH, RON, REGGIE, JAZZ, BEN, DANNY, CAL, & CHARLIE HAVE MOVED TO: @kindofvertigo

RO HAS MOVED TO: @blueras

LOTTIE AND ROXIE HAVE MOVED TO: @ownbattles

CARTER HAS MOVED TO: @repeadied

here’s a temp lists of drafts i’m planning to carry over

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happy groundhog day to tree gelbman

[markantonys]

imagine your otp

bonus:

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《 @traumantic​ 〈 jordan 〉 》

said: “you thought I was dead?”

          His brow knitted in offense, mouth agape as if ready to speak -- but he drew back to collect himself. He didn’t appreciate the patronizing tone of her question. Like, aw, you thought I was dead? How embarrassing for you. But he wasn’t about to give her shit for it -- she did almost die. He couldn’t imagine that it would be very satisfying to clap back at someone in a hospital bed either.

          “Yeah -- I thought you were dead, and I was totally broken up about it.” He tried to pretend he couldn’t hear the sarcasm in his own voice. “And then when I found out you were here and not in the morgue in the east wing -- I came right over.” He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Which, to my credit, was a lot nicer than just sending some chocolates up from the giftshop like Ryan did.”

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《 acescaped​ 〈 rain 〉 》

      She didn’t feel great about her decision to immediately dip after saving Carter’s life, but hey! She’d checked to make sure he wasn’t going to bleed or something first, so morally, she’s pretty certain she’s all set. The problem was that he had questions, and she didn’t really want to answer any of them. If not for life threatening danger, she would have never let him figure out anything about her abilities. She really didn’t want anyone to know.

         But she’s forced to pause when he steps directly in front of her, a small sigh coming from the girl. “I mean, I don’t really know what you want me to say here. I uhm.” Her eyes will glance down to her hands. They look totally normal now, despite the fire a few moments ago. “I can make fire with my hands.” Voice has lowered quite a bit, despite the fact that there is no one else to hear about this. “There. That’s the explanation.”

          He relaxed a bit when she sighed, and he reigned in the interrogation. His arms folded across his chest. He nodded, still eager with curiosity. His eyes followed hers to her hands, and he watched as nothing out of the ordinary happened. Then, when she gave him the short answer, he looked back up to meet her gaze. “What?” He said, incredulous, but not because he didn’t buy it. “I know that much -- I mean, duh.” He gestured to where they were standing moments before. “I saw that.”

          It took him a moment to see past his own dissatisfaction and realize her shift in tone. “Sorry --” He lowered his own voice to match her volume. “I meant, like, how? Like, why? Is it a Human Torch situation? Or were you bitten by a radioactive fire ant?”

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‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters

Something’s Wrong With My Muse

“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”

“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”

“Hang on, I got you.”

“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”

“We should get that looked at.”

“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”

“Oooooo. That looks painful.”

“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”

“You stopped breathing.”

“Oh look, it’s alive.”

“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”

“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”

“What happened to your leg?!”

“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”

“Here’s some ice for that.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Yeesh, you look like shit.”

“Wait, you were mugged?!”

“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”

“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”

“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”

“Can you walk on your own?”

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Something’s Wrong With Your Muse

“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”

“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”

“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”

“You thought I was dead?”

“Do you think I have a concussion?”

“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”

“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”

“I just got mugged!”

“Do I look as bad as I feel?”

“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”

“Thank you, by the way.”

“I think my leg is broken.”

“I can’t feel my arm.”

“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”

“I’m not dead yet!”

“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”

“Are you really trying to help?”

“Please help me.”

“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”

“I think I need to get this looked at.”

“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”

“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”

“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Please help me stay awake.”

“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”

“Sorry - did I scare you?”

“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”

“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”

“I stopped breathing?”

Note: Revamp of an older sentence starter post found here.

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《 @acescaped 〈 rain 〉 a meme 》

said: “oh, it’s just so hard to explain.”

          “Woah -- hey!” Carter hastened his strides to catch up with her. She was just gonna dip? After that? It wasn’t like he thought she owed him an explanation -- if anything, he owed her for saving his ass, but whatever she just did -- however she did it -- that was some crazy shit. And Carter has dealt with crazy shit before. So, like, maybe he was searching for some solidarity there? It was totally presumptuous of him to assume she didn’t have anyone to spill her guts to, but this was definitely a low-profile sort of thing, right? So maybe it was something she was alone in. Or -- he didn’t know. Maybe he could at least get her to stick around long enough for him to give her a proper thank you.

          He jogged up in front of her and turned around to stop her in her tracks. “Why not at least try? I can almost guarantee that it’s not as unbelievable as some of the stuff I’ve been involved with.”

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it’s too early to be crying but here i am

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《 @traumantic 〈 jordan 〉 a meme 》

said: ' hiding from the drunk crowd too? '

          “Oh, shit --” For a moment, Carter looked genuinely disheartened, “Well, I was trying to find the bedroom where everybody said they were doing lines, but uh --” He shrugged and gestured to the empty space around them. The party had somehow kept itself from leaking onto the second floor balcony, save for Jordan. Amusement finally peeked trough in his smile, betraying his lame attempt at a joke. “Looks like I took a seriously wrong turn.”

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Carter really saw Joseph Ruben’s Dreamscape (1984) and said I wanna take an elective course on neurocognition in dream content

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《 @deathfied 〈 tree 〉 a meme 》

said: shut up and dance with me, okay?

          The two of them had stepped outside to get some air, but the goings on from inside the frat house could still be heard from the backyard. There was still plenty of party happening out back, but the atmosphere was slightly more subdued, and bodies were noticeably more spread out.

          “You know what this song always makes me think of?” He tipped his bottle in the direction the music was coming from, then took a sip. He looked at her in anticipation, as if the answer were obvious --- because it was. “Wait -- do you not?” He bobbed his head to the rhythm of (I've Had) The Time Of My Life, waiting for her to catch on. “Tree, c’mon.” He threw his head back and groaned. “Patrick Swayze? Jennifer Grey?” Of course, he laughed, another classic left unseen by Tree Gelbman.

          He stepped close to her, head ducked and eyes narrow as he glared with a teasing patronage. “I’m so curious as to what you got up to while the rest of us were consuming these cinematic masterpieces.” But his expression quickly softened under her command. His pretentiousness would never phase her -- not that he really thought it mattered what movies she had or hadn’t seen. He actually found it impressive how unaffected she was by the tides of popular culture. Plus, it made it more fun to show her his favorites for the first time.

          He held his hands up in surrender before he wrapped them around her waist, bottle still held loosely in his grip. “Fine.” His feet started to move along to the music. “But we’re adding Dirty Dancing to the list.”

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《 @deathfied 〈 tree 〉 a meme 》

said: i don’t feel so good.

          His memories from that night were more clear than you’d think. Not crystal, but not like he was looking at them through the bottom of a beer bottle either. It wasn’t the party itself that he could recall with this approximate certainty. It was Tree. It was every moment he spent with her. Maybe he couldn’t hash out the details with any level of convincing precision, but he could tell you about all the important big picture stuff. Could probably talk about it for hours actually. Long enough for you to roll your eyes and regret asking him about it in the first place.

          He remembered when he asked for her name and how unique he thought it was when she told him. He remembered telling her his and hoping it was something she’d want to remember. He remembered making her laugh without doing anything particularly funny. He remembered the way she danced like she wasn’t sharing the floor with dozens of other swaying bodies. He remembered how she made fun of him every time he missed a shot a beer pong, but never insisted on being anyone else’s partner.

          And he remembered how positively green she looked when she spoke those words to him. “Woah -- okay.” He put down his drink so he could steady her shoulders and held her at arm's length. Looking at her made him feel sick. “Bathroom?” But before he could get a response from her, he held back a gag and answered his own question. “Bathroom.” He grabbed one of her hands and pulled her away from the crowd, down the hall, and pushed past a couple who seemed to not realize they were still wearing clothes. Once inside the tiled oasis, he closed the door behind them and held her hair back before she could make a mess of it.

          He looked up at the ceiling, because that’s all he could do to keep himself from hurling. “I think maybe we should, uh --” oh -- ew -- gross -- “. . . call it a night?” 

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the reason it took little to no convincing for carter to believe tree when she first explained her loop situation to him was 1) bc he was already so in love w her, he’d believe anything she said to him BUT ALSO 2) he had literally been waiting his whole life for something like that to happen. like. he’s seen all the classic films and shows and he just woke up everyday before that thinking “oh boy i hope today is the day i FINALLY get sucked into a crazy science fiction plot”