#idiidnt

[wantlonger]

idiidnt​:   ❝ what an excellent day for an exorcism. ❞ just sounds like him

pleasant demeanor melts into a pursed expression, as if she’s swallowed a particularly sour lemon. head tilting ever slightly, eyes focused on the other with curiosity, the specter asks, “why do you say that?”

[croianam]

The World is on Fire and People Could Use Positivity

ft. @ourpyrrhicvictory //  @stagnantsaints // @idiidnt (am i forgetting a blog???)

Talk !! About !! Multi !!! MUSE !!! GOOAALLSSS !!! Oso is constantly out here fuckin crushinggg writing multiple incredible, diverse muses and I am constantly in awe of the portrayals he inhabits across multiple blogs (a feat in and of itself). Oso has a habit of taking characters that we know little or nothing about (characters that don’t totally exist in their own fandom, much less the rp community) and makes them his own in a way that is so engulfing and enamoring. It’s honestly incredible to watch and even more incredible to get to write against??? Like, the canon characters under his roof don’t belong to canon - they belong to Oso and Oso alone and for that we are lucky and fortunate. Honestly, I’m blown away by the commitment and talent and just overall presence on my dash day in and day out. 10/10 can recommend. 

[croianam]

✦ and for grace

Incorrect Quotes

Grace: -- Wait, are you drunk? Daniel: What? Off Twelve drinks? Please. 

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Daniel: You like me? You like my personality? Grace: I was surprised too. 

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Daniel: I want to kiss you. Grace: What? Daniel: I said if you die I won’t miss you. 

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Daniel: Since it’s impossible to know which part of my life is the middle, I’ve decided to have an ongoing crisis. 

[croianam]

“i was drunk enough to deal with it.” for grace ofc

Florence + The Machine

It’s a rare moment of honesty – no – vulnerability. Daniel has never struggled with being honest,  even if bluntly so.   It’s the culpability that weighs heavy on him,  the blame and burden that choke down the words he struggles to say.  Still, even as he pieces together the Le Domas family history – tries  to  make  sense  of  everything  that happened to her,  that  happened  to  h i m,  the  irony that  they’re discussing this over a glass of  bourbon  more  expensive  than  her car isn’t lost on her.    The passive shrug he exudes signifies it isn’t lost on him either.

She scoffs, glass rising to her own lips, letting the alcohol do for her what’s it’s done for him all this years – numb it all.          “No offense Daniel, but  no  one  in  your  family  has ever dealt with SHIT.” She pauses, brow raising, “Well - maybe some offense.”