you are my projectionist.

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INDEPENDENT, HIGHLY SELECTIVE,    MULTI - FANDOM MULTIMUSE.

featuring muses from CLASS OF 198X & original characters.

WRITTEN BY ALEX.

you sure are s o m e t h i n g, aren’t you ?

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whether to stick with it or not, i’m not sure. however, i died a few months ago because of my lack of muse and once again, charlie has left. this will be a more  formal departure, but i will still be active on my other rp blogs – so,

CHARLIE BADTIME IS ON A SEMI - HIATUS UNTIL  HE’S BACK FROM DICKING AROUND.

[strangerisims-blog]

whether to stick with it or not, i’m not sure. however, i died a few months ago because of my lack of muse and once again, charlie has left. this will be a more  formal departure, but i will still be active on my other rp blogs -- so,

CHARLIE BADTIME IS ON A SEMI - HIATUS UNTIL  HE’S BACK FROM DICKING AROUND.

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   i’ll prolly get to stuff eventually one day maybe 

[goburnham]

how to be political feat: bo burnham getting pissed on

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don’t know what’s up with tumblr or why everything i try to reblog is empty or not showing up w my reply ??

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    ZOMBIE VERSE starter call, LIKE !!

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mcdicatedpixie:

“Yeah but like, who cares?” She responds with a grin, falling into step beside him and gently elbowing him in the side. The condescending sound to his tone doesn’t bother her, she’s good at reading people and can easily tell he’s teasing. “Like I’ll ever be in India, anyways. I don’t like airplanes, who’s idea was it to put 200 kilograms of metal in the air for extended period of time? Seems dodgy to me.”

   ❝ airplanes are an AMERICAN invention, i’m pretty sure,     so probably your great to the fifth power grandpa had the     idea, so talk to him about that -- ❞ back home, they just      used trains to get around everywhere. but the entirety of     europe was the space of probably like, two states put     together -- so it’s not like airplanes were really NEEDED.     ❝ india is CULTURAL ; i feel like that’s racist, i feel like     Y O U R racist. ❞  

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fckinghurricanes:

“my dad?” almost instantly, she scoffed. “he doesn’t give a fuck. he’s too busy seducing his students, probably,” bitter? a little bit. violet still couldn’t stand her father – the way he’d treated her mom, treated hayden, treated people in general. it was shit. “it’s fine. come on,” without another second of hesitation, she headed towards the door that led down to the basement, offering him a slight smirk. “any last words?” 

   ❝ have you ever had a moment were you wished you’d     memorized the entire deceleration of independence ?? ❞     as a german, he couldn’t recite any of it, but it was a      prospect for a good joke. the fear stems LESS from the     basement now and MORE from the angry, dad - issued     short thing named violet, who was almost surely going to     murder him down here. ❝ last words are for pussies,     ( unless they’re the dec. of independence ) --  let’s go. ❞

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❝ YOU SURE ARE                            SOMETHING,           AREN’T YOU ?? ❞

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attristantx:

“fuck her.” she’ll take part in the toast; although she does feel slightly guilty for drinking to it. (no matter all the awful things the woman had done, it was still her mom). this shot was even harder to swallow than the last, really starting to think they need to pace themselves a little more— she already feels drunk.  “well the next shot is to you then, bruce wayne.”

   ❝ you be ROBIN && we’ll beat the SHIT out of this town. ❞     he’d be gone && out from from this town in a few days,     && this game, her included, would just be put into storage.     but that stays down easier than the shots. as if on irony’s     sorrowful demand, he knows the next shot is a ipecac.      ❝ you win, ❞ quiet voice ; he won’t drink to himself.   

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attristantx:

    “yeah,” a small nod before she’s downing the shot as well— a brief second where she swears she could feel it start to come back up before she’s swallowing hard, forcing herself to keep it down. 

“i didn’t really think of it as sad at the time,” but that’s because she didn’t know any better. “my mother is really fucked up,”  although she couldn’t help but be that way, “took a toll on me, i  guess— what about you?”

   ❝ well, fuck her. ❞ he says, almost as a toast. the next shot     looms in the corner of his eye. taunting him. he knows this     one will not sit well with his already rolling stomach && mind.     her follow up question gets a laugh. ❝ i’m basically batman.     except who knows if my parents are dead. ❞     he’s ready to forfeit, until his non - existent parents &&     empty - to - eight childhood comes up. so charlie will      take the drink like the ‘ warrior ’ he’s made himself to be. 

[righthandstache-deactivated2017]

friendly reminder

u can always turn my answered memes into threads

u can always send me memes no matter the genre

u can always write to me ooc

u can always start another thread with me even if we have a thousand already

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what you T H I N K,          is what you G E T.

( we will be buried in pride ; won’t you open those eyes . )

MICHAEL PEACH, an oc by ALEX.

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me: *currently has hella muses that i don't even use*

also me: add more.

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attristantx:

    she’ll give him a quick glance up and down as he mentions his height— a mental image of him towering over all the other children his age and she can’t help but let out a small laugh.  “around the same time you became a professional alcoholic,” called out on her bullshit, she’ll reach for another shot, sliding one over to charlie as well. 

   ❝ it makes SENSE now. ❞ a remark, that has postponed haste    since he’ll take the shot given to him -- ( despite the protest    from his entire being, && the following coughs. )

   ❝ we must be     both severely fucked up, ❞ a nod, agreeing     with himself. ❝ sad childhood ?? shitty time growing into your     own skin ?? ❞ don’t get DEEP ! charlie, you’re supposed to be     having a good time. ( though, your name isn’t charlie badtime     without REASON. ) 

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“I believe in you.”

    she’s earned a pitiful half - laugh. he won’t even move his eyes    from the ground in front of him, the tip of his shoes burning into    his vision. the semi - smile remains on his lips even in his silence.    ❝ well, i don’t --  ❞ it’s a super - human power, preventing his     voice from cracking. ❝ guess which one matters more ?? ❞

FOUR WORD PROMPTS ! / accepting.