all my friends say:

Closed||Make Me Feel Important

Kenny lied down and sighed, “Sometimes I can’t honestly. It’s so much pressure and it’s constant, ‘Can I have an autograph!?’ or, ‘Can I get a picture?!’ Don’t get me wrong I mean… I love my fans, but people just need to learn personal space.”

#{ r; thread }#happily-horrified

Robb's blue hues never once left Kenny's body, watching closely as he lied down. Just as attentively, the blonde guy listened to his every word, pondering, comapring their lives. "Damn..." he said soflty. "You have some intense fans, mate... But hey, at least you're doing what you love, right? I mean, you're not stuck in a shitty job you hate!"

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ben + gabriella

"Yep. Very dirty stuff. Like gardens full of dirt." She tried reaching around but ended up cupping his butt, rather than getting into the pocket. She wrapped her arms around his torso and fell against him. "Cuddles I can do."

#{ b; thread }#theluxetwins

"Ooh, that's just assault," he joked, feeling her hands on his butt right before she crashed onto him. Damn, he had almost forgotten how good it felt to have her in his arms, bodies pressed together— a content smile lit up his features. "You just wanted an excuse to put your hands on me, didn't you?" he joked.

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"But wouldn’t my boyfriend get upset….?"

#{ r; thread }#theycallmeashton #{ i'm sorry this is so late! }

"Maybe... But if you're not even denying that I'm better then why are you even staying with him?"

accidental text @ { ex boyfriend }

Chris: I would like that

Max: do you want to come over?

Max: everyone's out...

accidental text @ { ex boyfriend }

Chris: tbh it was something stupid

Max: we should hang out...

Closed||Make Me Feel Important

Kenny couldn’t help but to chuckle at Rob, “You’re butt?” He asked, almost unable to stifle his laughing, “It would definitely be the first time.” He said chuckling a bit, “I’m visiting my parents for the first time in a while. Usually I can’t ever visit without someone screaming and texting their “bffs”.”

#{ r; thread }#happily-horrified

"No one has ever asked you to sign their butt? You're a lucky lad!" He chuckled, secretely pleased that he had managed to make Kenneth laugh. He had been so tense before... it was nice to see him relax. "Wow, you're way more patient than I am... How do you even deal with all that?"

Closed||Make Me Feel Important

Kenny shook the other’s hand and smiled a bit, “Hi Robb.” He said smiling, “And it’s completely fine… Do you… know who I am?” He asked curiously, wondering if the other had an inkling of an idea what his name was.

#{ r; thread }#happily-horrified

Robert had to stop himself to keep from chuckling at his question. "Yeah, I do... And I mean that in the least creepy way possible!" Everybody knew who he was, especially here, in his hometown; his success had become something every citizen was proud of as if it were their own. "Don't worry, I'm not going to scream or ask you to sign my butt or anything."

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ben + gabriella

"Uhhhhhhhhh yes you did," Gabby said, plopping next to him. "Come on, give it. You might find naughty things on there," she joked.

#{ b; thread }#theluxetwins

Even though, she was obviously joking, his eyes still widened. "Naughty things? Now I'm definitely keeping it!" Benjamin leaned back, making sure his back pocket was safely out of her reach and opened his arms. "Now come here, I want to cudddle!"

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"Maybe because that’s exactly what I want, Robb." Oh, he’s smirking now.

"Shit, that's it," he breathed as he eagerly closed the gap between them. "After this, you won't even know his name..." The muttered words were spoken in a lower, huskier tone than his usual one, the Irish accent more visible than ever. The second he stopped talking, his lips crashed onto Ace's and their bodies were pressed together by Robb's hands on his hips.

#{ r; thread }#acemaddox

ben + melody

thefamilyblack

Melody was glad that Ben was home again. She feels how he seeks for her waist, finding it and pulling it closer. She smiled once and softly placed a kiss on his chest before placing her head in the crook of his neck. She chuckled when he said that and looked at him. “Baby, it is the cutest movie ever! Please, lets watch it again. Please!” She asked with a cute smile

#{ b; thread }#melodymelblack

A soft sigh fell from his agape lips as she snuggled closer to him. The first instinct was to press her slim body against his— if he wasn't so tired he might have kept on protesting. But he was and, in all fairness, the movie wasn't that bad, so instead he just replied— "Fine, babe, fine. But don't protest if I try to distract you, okay?" He looked down at her with a suggestive smirk playing on his mouth and an eyebrow raised.

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maxwell + theodore { au!famous }

He gave a small pause in thought, fingertips just poking through the cotton of his sweater as his head tilted, facing up still. He was rather fond of the view, but some days -such as these rainy, thunderous, and too dark but all too bright days- it would just become too much. “It has its days I suppose. Sometimes it’s too bright, and in the summer it gets too warm for me to not be naked. So I guess it’s.. pretty," Theodore murmured, a one shouldered shrug finding its way to his small frame. "Why d’you deal with screaming people? Are you a mass murderer or something?" His head cocked to the side again as he looked over at the taller male. "Lovely. Guy like me? I certainly am no one to impress…" Voice trailing off, he allowed himself to face forward again, staring up at pounding rain and black clouds, thick as smoke. "Yeah. I have no family, they think I’m dead practically."

#{ m; thread }#clinophobiax

The mere mention to the other guy roaming those halls naked was enough to trigger a chain of bad thoughts— the kind of thoughts that made his blood rush to his face. Hell, why was he suddenly so aware of their closeness? In an attempt to mask his rather inappropriate visualisations, Maxwell let out a breathy chuckle. "You really have no idea of who I am, do you?" He smiled. "I'm the lead singer of this band... We were discovered a few years ago and it turns out we're good... or at least buy-able. So yeah, screaming fans are a constant presence. Not as fun as being a mass murderer, though," he joked with a playful grin. Truth was, he liked the 'screaming fans' just as much as he liked most things in his life— he just wished they were less... intense. "No one to impress, huh? So you're one of those people?" He spoke more to himself than to the other male, almost amused by his unawareness. "Oh... And don't they want to find—" He stopped himself before he could finish, his green orbs urgently moving towards him. "Sorry, it's none of my business, I know!""

accidental text @ { ex boyfriend }

Chris: stop it

Chris: no that wouldn't

Chris: hypothetically i have those same thoughts

Max: why? you are!

Max: okay you need to remind me of the reason why we broke up or i'll ask you to come over

accidental text @ { ex boyfriend }

Chris: lies

Chris: same same

Chris: i felt so guilty

Max: yeah, you're right, that was a lie, you're hotter than me! ;)

Max: if, hypothetically speaking, just the thought of you trying to date other people made me jealous, then would that be weird?

accidental text @ { ex boyfriend }

Chris: your hot

Chris: i wouldn't be surprised

Max: i'm as hot as you are

Max: but no, i'm not... it still feels like i'm cheating on you... :/

circuitbroken-a

It annoys me when roleplayers say they don't have 'muse'. It's not that hard to write a reply. Saying you lost your 'muse' is just an excuse for being lazy.

Losing your muse is an actual thing. I don’t know if you’ve ever had it, but it’s like writer’s block only more personal. It’s not that you can’t write necessarily, or that you don’t have any ideas. It’s this feeling of losing connections that you’ve established with your muse. There are some days when you can almost hear your muse in your ear and you understand them in ways you don’t even really understand yourself.

It’s almost like you just lost a friend because you’re staring at these replies or a blank text post and damnit, you’ve done this before. But it’s suddenly so difficult and you can’t figure out why. You listen to your music and you watch an episode or read the book but you just can’t connect with them right now.

And it’s okay.

It’s not a fucking excuse for being lazy. This is the third message I’ve gotten about not doing replies or whatever. If you have a problem, talk to me off anon. I’m getting fucking tired of it.

#{ mun speaks }

accidental text @ { ex boyfriend }

Chris: cutie

Chris: have you?

Max: wow, babe, do you really need to ask?

Max: what do you think?