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#sᴇᴇ﹐ ɴᴏᴡ THAT·S ɢᴀʏ. ( p. about. )#[ H ECK ]#[ i'm feeling personally attacked here ]#( fuck queue. )

I’m numb and I’m tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I’d been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I’m soaked to the skin with emotion.

Ray Bradbury (via charliebrcwn)

#ᴀɴᴅ I·M ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ﹖﹖﹗﹗ ( p. musings. )#( fuck queue. )

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name: schroeder. Aʟɪᴀs ( ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ): beethoven. ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cisgender male. ᴀɢᴇ: sixteen present day, 17 canon. ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: september 1. sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ language: english. ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: high school student. ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: none. ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs: depression, anxiety, ptsd. ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: blue. ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: brown, was blonde as a child. ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6′0″. sᴄᴀʀs: far too many to list, most prominent are a few on his cheek and just under his lip, one on his left collarbone, and a good amount on his thighs and upper arms ( upper right arm ). ʙᴜʀɴs: no significant ones. ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: no. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: yes. ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx: yes. ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ: no. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ: no. ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ: yes. ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ: yes. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: no. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: no. sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴅ/ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ/ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢs: formerly / very rarely / formerly. ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: yes. ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: yes. ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ sᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ: probably. sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 24 ʜᴏᴜʀs: yes. ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ: no. ᴀ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇʀ: depends. sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: yes. ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: yes. ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ: yes. ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ: definitely. ʜᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs: yes. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: very often. ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: yes. ғᴇᴀʀs: too many to list. sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: n/a. ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: mother, & father ( incarcerated. ) ᴘᴇᴛ(s): n/a.

#sᴇᴇ﹐ ɴᴏᴡ THAT·S ɢᴀʏ. ( p. about. )#ɪᴛ·s ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ( p. headcanon. )#( long post. )#( survey says. )

perfuckedtion

Today I’m wearing a lovely shade of I slept like shit so don’t piss me off

#ᴀɴᴅ I·M ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ﹖﹖﹗﹗ ( p. musings. )#( fuck queue. )

a cat looks in the mirror. i know i talked about it on twitter but i just. i’m really always going to be struck by how not okay with everything beethoven is over the course of the latter half of the play. like, look at his reaction after cb kisses him. he flips. & then ? he makes it. extremely clear he’s not ready for an actual relationship. he lost all of his friends, & now that he finally has one back, he still doesn’t even trust cb fully, either. he doesn’t ?? really trust anyone ?? i just. hhh.

#ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ·ᴍ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ( p. ooc. )#[ there's no point to this other than to just. get feelings out. ]#( tbd. )

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BEETHOVEN.

( to himself ) : i’m in the fucking twilight zone.

private / selective / independent schroeder / beethoven of peanuts. primarily dog sees god based. rebooted 6.8.16. narrated by ray.

#ᴀʀᴇɴ·ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ﹖ ( p. self promo. )#[ time 2 get coffee and update the mini bio ]#[ bc who has time for a Real bio ]#[ i need 2 make a mainverse bio on pietro too damn ]#[ i have so much to do today ]

❝ i’m literally the biggest sinner in this city. ❞

i have probably said 90% of these. ( accepting. )

❛ YIKES. i think a certain few of my classmates might just beat you out on that one there, buddy. ❜

besides. not a title you’d want to wear proudly, right ?

#[ i cannot believe. ]#sobohemian #ɪ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ᴛʀᴜᴄᴇ. ( v. iv. )

❝ can you believe my sister commented on my last instagram picture that i look like satan? ❞

i have probably said 90% of these. ( accepting. )

( he really has to hold back the bubbling laughter this time. )

❛ well — you definitely don’t look HAPPY in it. or welcoming. or non-threatening. in fact you look kinda scary. no offense. ❜

#[ be ethov en ]#[ hi i lov u in case u forgot ]#goodfortvne #sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴇᴇ. ( v. i. )

@fortouching // starter call. ( halloween. )

❛ will it mean that it’s the end, and i’m alone ? ❜

#fortouching #ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ﹐ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ( v. ii. )#ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ﹗﹗﹗ ( p. closed starter. )#[ ray's phone has No Chill ]

@goodstcry // starter call. ( no breaks. )

❛ i don’t give a shit if i even ever wake up in the morning. ❜

#goodstcry #ɪ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ᴛʀᴜᴄᴇ. ( v. iv. )#ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ﹗﹗﹗ ( p. closed starter. )#[ aaa sorry for the delay but !! ]

shit my friends insist i said more than once sentence starters;

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aquariusrpc:

❝can you believe my sister commented on my last instagram picture that i look like satan?❞

❝listen… i may be tiny but my kicks can reach very high don’t try me. ❞

❝ actually, you’ve got it all wrong, darling. my middle finger salutes you. ❞

❝ i look like shit, this is exactly why no one wants to date me. ❞

❝ did you know in that in eighth grade i kicked someone’s knee and broke it? ❞

❝ he deserved it, no one fucking compares me to a semi-trailer and gets away with that. ❞

❝ do i look like my brother’s keeper to you? ❞

❝ the best thing that happens when couples combine their names on facebook is that you can block them both in one press. ❞

❝ you know, it’s so weird that the saying is butterflies in your stomach, it should me just flies because usually the person you fall for is a piece of shit. ❞

❝ you know you should all just break up with your boyfriends and just date me, we could be each other’s sisters wives. ❞

❝ yes it is morning, good however it is not. ❞

❝ why do birthdays happens only once a year? i want to get birthday gifts every week.

❝ i’m literally the biggest sinner in this city. ❞

❝ how does my grandma always sees me from her window, for fucks sake, there’s a building in front of hers! ❞

❝ i just hope my grandma won’t tell my mom she saw us kiss.. ❞

❝ if you piss me off one more time i will throw my phone at your face. ❞

❝ scaring people is kinda my thing. ❞

❝ what do you mean thanks? bow down to your fucking queen. ❞

❝ what do you mean thanks? lose your clothes. ❞

❝ why yes, throwing water balloons at our boss is a good idea. ❞

❝ well you see there’s thing thing called google, how about you use that instead of driving me nuts. ❞

❝ oh for the love of god, all i wanted was a bit of silence and rihanna’s voice is that so fucking bad? ❞

❝ we should watch porn together, that will be fun. ❞

❝ who’s idea was it to do this again? ❞

❝ i swear i’m a nice person once you get to know me. ❞

❝ i am not a midget! i’m 5′0 for godness sake! ❞

❝ when will the aliens save me from this awful planet? ❞

❝ do you think anyone will notice if i burnt down the school? ❞

❝ honestly, who cares, i mean if i break my leg then i will get babied by you so just push me off the bar i beg of you. ❞

❝ i wish i was an ice cream cone. ❞

❝ you can’t handle being punk rock, you can barely handle being cheesy pop. ❞

❝ if you punch me in the face i’ll give you a dollar. ❞

❝ honestly i’ll give everything for the hulk to fight me. ❞

❝ i feel as if someone is baking me in an oven. ❞

❝ do you think i’ll be a good wife? ❞

#ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ﹠ sᴏᴜʟ. ( p. ask meme. )#[ i had 2 reblog again bc of issues ugh ]

matt.

half-way through elating experience of beating liberace to a PULP he draws back, paces himself a second ( no way he’s making his knuckles ache over this…THING ), he wants to make him f l i n c h.

matt practically laughs out loud seeing him raise his arm. like i couldn’t practically snap it in half if i wanted, he thinks to himself, he scoffs a singular HA as punctuation.

and b i o l o g y, really?? he thinks he might slug him extra for being DUMB enough to think he gives a SHIT about b i o l o g y right now,

“Like I fucking c a r e about that crap”

the corner of his mouth curls into a douche-y smirk as he clenches his right fist so hard the sound of his knuckles cracking radiates through the auditorium. a deliberate act of intimidation.

disgustingly enough, it works and he FLINCHES. hilarious how they’d gone from being friends, from being as close as they were to - this. ( matt just about laughs at his defense, though. good. )

at least, beethoven thinks, he has one plan of action right now. well. two choices. one, the obvious, which he does, is use the momentary distraction to gently INCH away. a step, or so, if only as that’s all he knows he can manage.

but he THINKS about any other ideas, anything that can HELP him, give him a way out. god, he has one idea. he’d have to run, and it will almost certainly get him killed later on. but it might spare him for today.

❛ you know. you REALLY SHOULD. you might want to pay more attention. that’s where they teach all about DISEASE. ❜ — and cue the SNEEZE.

and cue the running.

#germaphcbe #ɪ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ﹗ ( v. iii. )#( fuck queue. )#[ and somewhere u can hear zo 'lucy voice' bEETHOVEN ]#[ strategy ]#[ catch him matt ]#[ matt is the Worst but i live 4 the pain ]

@kiramillerx // starter call. ( don’t do sadness. )

❛ awful sweet to be a little butterfly. ❜

#kiramillerx #ɪ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ᴛʀᴜᴄᴇ. ( v. iv. )#ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ﹗﹗﹗ ( p. closed starter. )#[ this was Going to be longer but i guess that's All beethoven's willing to say ]#[ wonderful ]

STARTER CALL. deleted the old one by accident. like for a starter i guess. verse will vary. probably will be a quote / lyric starter bc i’m not feeling great but also bc they’re v easy.

#ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ( p. starter call. )#( tbd. )#[ sighs loudly ]

aravensflower.

something seems to CLICK in his eyes when he looks at her ( she’s got no idea what it could be ), and she raises a dark eyebrow when he seems to WITHDRAW into himself even more than he already is ( a NOBLE EFFORT, but she doesn’t think it’s possible ). green eyes flit to the side of the room for a second, wanting to look ANYWERE but at this guy who looks like he’s terrified of even just being around her, like he thinks she’ll hurt him unprovoked or something ( she’s not the nicest person, yeah, but she’s not THAT kind of person ).

she drops her bag onto the ground, the thud much louder than it SHOULD be in the weird silence between them. she holds back a WINCE at the sound and crouches down next to it, grabbing a folder marked simply with a messily written ‘ MUSIC ’ and standing back up, approaching the piano.

“ah — they didn’t really say. we finished a run-through yesterday, and we were just s’posed to work on just SOLOS today, i think.”

she holds the folder close to her chest, ink-stained fingers subconsciously tapping on the thin plastic. she knows her reply isn’t helpful, but it’s what she knows, and she’s not sure how else to respond to him. she frowns at her own UNEASINESS— she’s not quite sure WHERE it came from, but she definitely blames it on the way he’s looking at her. she DOESN’T KNOW who he is, and she definitely doesn’t know why he seems so GODDAMN MISERABLE to be there ( if he didn’t want to help, he could have just said NO ).

PEACHY. whatever. he’ll move on. a hand brushes through dark brown curls, and he does his best to keep himself from donning a deeper, more pathetic frown, as he places his folder up on the piano. ( he can sort out the solos from the group numbers easily enough, but it doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t know this show, and he can’t make any assumptions. ) all of which is done in silence, and he does his best to pretend that there isn’t another person right there next to him.

he takes his seat behind the piano, happy to be MOSTLY hidden behind the instrument. ( he flinches at the sound of her bag hitting the ground, sits down to put distance between them, but he HOPES she doesn’t notice, hopes she’s too distracted with her own music folder. )

❛ even so. i don’t know the show, and i don’t know your, ah, songs, so, um. i’m gonna need some HELP. ❜

she’s still standing, though, and he figures he ought to show SOME decency as a person.

❛ you can, um, take a seat on the stool over there, or, uh, break a chair off the set if you’d rather. there’s no stage in here, but. yeah. ❜

#aravensflower #ɪ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ﹗ ( v. iii. )#( fuck queue. )#[ miiiinor verse change ]#[ anyTHING G OE S YE S ]

hvlfbloomed.

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she’s sitting with a book in her hand. the blue copy is closed, though, & hazel eyes are watching the chatty cafeteria crowd with confusion & admiration. ❝ h-how … do th-they do it ?? ❞

well, he may have missed the first day of school, but now he’s tasked with seeking out his group of friends amongst the sea of teenagers. he’s looking for van’s beanie, or tricia’s bright red hair, but he’s had no luck thus far. an eyebrow quirks at the question.

❛ what, how do they deal with the NOISE or how do they eat the shit they serve ? ‘cause if you ask me, both are pretty egregious tasks. ❜

#hvlfbloomed #sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴇᴇ. ( v. i. )#( fuck queue. )#[ here i am a year late ]

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QUICK !! reblog and tag which element would ur muse bend if they were in the avatar world

#ɪᴛ·s ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ( p. headcanon. )#[ water !!! ]#( fuck queue. )

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