#daringheda

[headstrongblake-a]

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! | STATUS; ACCEPTING | misc/random texts: | - @daringheda

[ text message;; Lexa ] probably because they take over a persons life?

[text message;; Lexa ] I’m sorry, tell me we are not actually discussing the possibility that you’re doing drugs right? Because do you not remember my first year of college, I almost got myself killed Lexa.

[ text message;; Lexa ] don’t be stupid.

[shrinemade-archive]

✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

drunk to/from costia || accepting

[ sms ] its not justin bieber at least right?[ sms ] .... right?

[aconstellationofsinsxa]

@daringheda "Good afternoon, Commander sorry I couldn't come to meet you at Kane's office. Since I am leaving soon, I figured I should catch them up on the mending," Dwen whispered keep her eyes down on the blanket Moxie had torn in one of her night terror fits. She planned on finishing the quilt as well before she left and had it stretched out on a frame. "Please have a seat I'm sure we have a lot to discuss," Dwen laughed awkward pushing the chair towards the woman.

[warriorveined-archive]

@daringheda liked for a costia starter !!

she’s all smiles, a calm expression on her face even as she knows she’s pleading. “you should stay,” costia says matter of factly, coming up behind lexa and curling her arms around her waist. surely she can’t say no to this.

“stay...” she repeats, pressing the gentlest of kisses to the bare skin of her neck. “with me.”

[deathcommander]

@daringheda ♥’d.

❛      ------   go on , call me the best roommate ever .      ❜   clarke says by way of announcing presence , toeing off her shoes by the door . in her hand swings a plastic bag containing a mysterious box .   ❛      i got a little extra cash from today’s gig , so i decided to get some mini cakes . they’re supposedly eggless & therefore healthier , so .      ❜

[trikrulinkon]

✉

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did. || ACCEPTING || @daringheda

Unsent message: Listen, as nice as your backside is, I’d appreciate it if you quit making me eat your dust when we go running, okay?

Unsent message: HEY! Rumor has it you found out I was the one who drew on your face when you passed out the other night. Any chance I can talk you OUT of breaking every bone in my hand?

Unsent message: Look, Lexa, when I said I wanted you to strip down so I could draw you it was literally JUST for my art class. It’d be weird to ask someone I don’t know. C’mon, it’s not like I’ve never seen a naked woman before.

Unsent message: Wingman? Wingwoman? I need you to play friend interference at this party tonight. Please? 

Unsent message: Soooo, I might be at Octavia’s. And she might have this friend over. Likes art. Blonde. I think you know her. Dude, have to say, you have good taste.

[Text to Commander in Chief]: Next time you guys might want to put a sock on the door. I swear to God I thought O was going to start snapping pictures.

[splitjugular-blog]

@daringheda

The fuck you supposed t’be?

[aconstellationofsinsxa]

@daringheda

The room was wreck, most of their things where hidden under beds in crates, quilts and the sewing  machine where still being packed up. The kids were fighting as Sage had tried to help her brothers with their homework and upset them both, Moxie had jumped under the bed when Ezariah had tried to  brush her hair. All three of the babies were crying and Dwen was breastfeeding Xeph who was already fussy because of his eyes. Both Xack and Evenly needed there diapers changed. There were preparing to meet the woman who would decide whether they lived or died. Things were tense, they were all on  a half ass second wind and frustrated. When there was knock at the door, turning out a new bout of yelling and chaos. “A little help here Dwennie Muffin?!” Ezariah yelled  frustrated trying the get Moxie to come out. “Help! Help? I’m changing two diapers while breast  feeding, your damn kid. And still have packing to  do because a crazy warlord is coming to probably  brutally kill us tomorrow. You get the fucking door  Ezzie bear!” Dwen yelled back as Ezariah sighed  getting up and walking to the door. He opened it  to see the commander. “Commander, were expecting you tomorrow, uh come  in it’s a bit messy, sorry.”