#bridgemont:starter

[bradleynotforyourcreepyread-blog]

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Bradley: can you give me a ride?

Bradley: not an innuendo btw

[ajtf-blog1]

“Yeah, but without Shakespeare, we wouldn’t have over half the English language we have today.” Lifting the cigarette to their lips, they took a heavy draw, contemplating. “I mean, where would we be without words like manager, or eyeball? Fuck me, what would I say when someone complains they have something in their eye?”

[leahbelfer-blog]

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Leah: !!! have u seen my blue backpack anywhere?

Leah: this wouldnt be so urgent if i hadnt borrowed my roommates charger without askin

[bridgemontrpg-blog]

~ IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ.

Hey everyone! I honestly hate to write this post because I adore this group so much, but it really needs to be done. The three of us admins are very burnt out in real life and when it comes to running a group. We’ve been feeling this way for a while, like we’re trying to keep things afloat, but we’ve lost all motivation to do so. It’s no one’s fault, just a lack of muse and exhaustion on our part that we want to work through. As a result, Bridgemont will be put on indefinite hiatus. This isn’t necessarily goodbye. We may be back again one day. But right now, we need to think of ourselves and our mental health first. We love you all and hope you understand this decision! We’ll surely all meet again.

[connorbridgemont]

“Do you think this looks good?” Connor murmured as he stuck out his lips, an odd, dark shade of purple on them as he capped the lipstick and stuck it back on the shelf. “Honestly, I think I’d make a good drag queen.”

[jesse-harmon-blog]

“Okay, so,” Jesse began, thin wisps of smoke hovering in the air for a few seconds until he waved them away like an impatient child. “You have, say, about five minutes left to live, and the Grim Reaper or Jesus or whoever says you can listen to one last song before you die. Which song do you listen to?”

[mastersmuses]

“What the fuck do you want? I’m shit out of weed and shit out of fucks. So never mind. Don’t tell me why you’re here.”

[wzrdoz-blog]

“Hit me with your rhythm stick is such a weirdly aggressive lyric. Dig its vibe though.” A navy jumper was wrapped around Oz’s head until he looked like a bicycle driven E.T. Hangover prevailing, he reached out to tap the ash off the end of his morning cigarette. “I feel like a sad camel.”