(text || braden)
brooke: are you going to come home?
brooke: like ever.
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(text || braden)
brooke: are you going to come home?
brooke: like ever.
TO DO LIST:
EDITING
verses for all muses
add in canon muses
re-vamp rules
finish navigation page
OPEN STARTERS
xiomara
riley
piper
felix
tierney
birdie
ronnie
wren
REPLIES OWED
@partcftheocean
@littllespoon
@devastxting (x2)
@daringsunflowers
IF for any reason you don’t want to continue our thread, let me know! i know it’s been a while but i’ve just been having some muse issues with this blog! i understand if you want to drop it and pick up something new, and if not, i’ll reply when i’m back from hiatus.
also if i missed you, let me know! my activity list is a little scattered~
rachel 📩 kat;;
Rachel: Are you going to continue to ignore me? I understand you're upset but come on, Katerina...
@devastxting.
“I know you’re still mad at me, and you have every right to be, but I do sort of miss my friend, so I came here offering soft serve and a trip to the mall. Girls like that shit, don’t they?”
@devastxting.
“Darling, I’ve managed quite well on my own ; without you, without anyone, my entire life. Truly, I can do it. I don’t need you.”
{ @devastxting }
“Do you know how many bras were thrown on stage tonight?” Branson asked as a smile graced his facial features. “Fourteen. Isn’t that insane?” he commented as he shook his head and chuckled. “The perks of being a musician, I guess. Did you enjoy the show?” Branson questioned as he leaned more into the couch and glanced over at the other person in the room.
📱 any or all, i am garbage.
send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.
To: Emma
From: Aiden
“Hey, Emma! This is just me checking in to see if you’re okay and all. Kinda stupid and clingy of me, but um, well, you know, I just t-tend to get overprotective sometimes, haha. Um, well, I probably made a fool out of myself right now and please don’t hold this voicemail against me? Love you babe and have a nice day!”
To: Braden
From: Angel
“O-okay, so I think i’m somewhat drunk? But I honestly can’t be too sure because everything is spinning and I’m dizzy and... Wait, the tequila’s gone.. Yep, I think I’m forty percent drunk. I think. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I’m here, trying to move on from you and trying to find someone who loves me and it sucks that I can’t seem to move on from you and I compare him to you all the time... I don’t know what this means, but I just.. I want everything to be okay again. Why can’t everything be okay again? Ugh, I think I’m gonna throw up--”
@devastxting
@devastxting
“ You, me, PJ’s, pizza, bed. The PJ’s are optional. ” ( meme )
“sounds like a whole lot of grease in places i don’t need grease to be--- so, i’m totally in. are we doing delivery or digiorno?” without even thinking about it, taz began to strip. first came off her nicely ironed-blouse; it’s buttons becoming undone before she is able to pull it off her frame, revealing the white bra underneath it. there’s such a look of nonchalance on her face, eyebrows raising at the continuance of casual conversation. soon, she had her finger on the zipper of her skirt, making the fabric loose until she could let it fall around her ankles, soon folding it just as nicely as she did with her shirt, both of them on top of the other’s dresser. she’s trying hard not to smirk at the fact that she was caught on one of the days she decided to have her underwear match. “now, if you were planning on us talking about our feelings, can i opt we just watch netflix instead? i wanna watch ashton kutcher’s new show and his dumb face.”