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//thanksssss okay seriously when was the last time i told you how very you are

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*hands u my url as if a totally nonsuspicious drug deal* ay

Do I Follow Them?: duh

Why Did I Follow Them?: same rp group!

Do We Role Play?: yes!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: always!

An AU Idea For Our Muses: aLL THE AUS

A Song For Our Muses: where the streets have no name by u2

Do I Ship Our Muses?: hell yeah

What I Think About The Mun: super amazing fantastic

Overall Opinion: so very

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closed; hasabodycount; im not dead yet

 I'm dead. Was his first thought.

Soon to be followed by Are there 7/11's in the afterlife? and Where am I?

After a quick look around, he determined that 1. he was still in Sherwood 2. he was at his own funeral and 3. if he's in Sherwood, that's means there's a 7/11. He looked ahead at the procession. Veronica has standing there with Martha Dunnstock (of course) and... Heather. A fucking Heather. 

Upon further inspection, he noticed his dad wasn't there. Not that he wanted his dad to witness his sacred body being put in the fucking groud. Wait, scratch that. There wouldn't be a body, would there?

Either way J.D. was totally gonna get some haunting in before he's dragged into Hell or something.

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moving this into a new post sorry hasabodycount

Heather sat on the top bunk, painting her nails, waiting for everyone else to arrive. She had been attending the summer camp for the past- what was it now, seven? eight? years, and getting to return as a counselor? Awesome. Plus, it would be a great way to escape the hell that her last year of high school had been- sure, her brief stint as most popular had been great, but also really short-lived.

She glanced at her watch- a green plastic one she had bought solely for the purpose of summer camp- hopefully it was waterproof. Anyway, the campers wouldn't be arriving for another day, but where was everyone else? Especially her co counselor- Vanessa something or other, maybe? Heather had glanced at the cabin assignments briefly before, but didn't pay too much attention other than to see which bunk she was in. Still, Vanessa better arrive soon. It was getting pretty boring, just sitting around painting her nails-

The cabin door creaked open. Finally, Heather thought, hopping down from the top bunk, being careful not to smudge her nail polish. "Hey, I'm Heather, you must be Vanessa, anyway, we're leading a cabin of girls going into third grade, isn't that great?" Honestly, she was excited. The campers would still be young enough not to hate each other yet. "Yeah, I'm pretty excited, and-" Heather looked up to actually see her co counselor.

"Veronica?"

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hasabodycount replied to your post:hasabodycount replied to your post:aaaaand i keep...

I’m sorta okay!! it’s been a rough day but life usually works that way. shIT I HAVE TO REPLY TO THAT DONT I I’ll do that right away! I love that au vuv

oh that sucks well if you want to talk about it, i'm here!

and no rush!

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hasabodycount replied to your post:aaaaand i keep reblogging stuff to the wrong blog ...

ooc//pssst hello beautiful how are you today

hello

pretty okay, and you?