#imjennyboyd

[apostleofmusic-blog]

imjennyboyd replied to your post “// i jUST SPENT ALL NIGHT MARATHONING OITNB AND HELL FUCKING Y E A H”

[[DID U FINISH ALL OF IT OR IS THERE STILL MORE YOU HAVE TO WATCH???? OMGG I LOVE THAT SHOW SO MUCH]]

// i dO TOO OH MY GHOD

i kept saying "ill go to sleep after this episode" at 11 pm  it;s now almost 11 am and i havent slept,,,,,,,,, so yeah i watched all of it 

and just

 hELL FUCKING HYEAH

[apostleofmusic-blog]

imjennyboyd replied to your post “§ [[ayeee]]”

[[CRIES THIS IS SO GREAT I AM GOING TO REPLY AS SOON AS I GET ON MY COMPUTER AGAIN IF THATS OKAY]]

// omfgh tHANK!!!!! and yeah sweetie thats fine!!! take your time!!! u v u <333333

[ohmerciannashabtai-blog]

{ ~ R E P L I E S ~ }

Abbi & Mercianna - Towel AU

Jenny & Mercianna - Rain AU

Abbi & Mercianna - Verse; Tear Down The Wall

Don't worry, guys. I'm just setting up my and Sunny's ( sassy-sunny )  YouTube account. And then I'll do ALL replies :3

[francisalberts]

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

This was not how he ideally planned on spending his night, stuck in a thunder storm with some broad that was neither offering him a drink of whisky nor was she handing him the dice at a casino. She was doing neither and so he had found himself to become ecstatically discontent that his plans had been ruined by the circumstances of being caught in a thunder storm that was not even anywhere near his destination of a casino to run into. They were not even close and the rain, as well as the thunder and lightning was increasing by the minute with its loudness and heaviness. “This thunder is louder than Don Rickles toasting speech!” Frank said in an amused tone of voice, trying to make the situation lighthearted but it was undeniable that his speech was almost incoherent as a ray of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by impounding thunder. “Hurry those feet up of yours, baby! We got places t’be!”

[entwiistle-blog]

-imjennyboyd

Out on the road again. Stop at some convention. Then keep going. Life as a musician was tumultous and full of curves that you hadn't predicted in the slightest. The Who showed up at the convention a half hour late, Keith was drunk and close to passing out in the lobby of the venue, and Roger was in a mood because someone had stolen his passport or something. None of them would've been surprised if it was Keith who'd done it and then gotten shitfaced to condone his behaviour. This band was a mess. Like a family that had been fighting with each other for years. But it was only 1966. While Pete stayed in the bus with Keith, who they'd had to wrangle down to keep him from running amuck, Roger rummaged through the compartments searching for his goddamned passport.

"John could you--" "Pete your nose! When did you get that!!" "--could you go in an' see if anyone we know is there? Just explain to them we can't be here tonight," Pete's nose was suddenly batted by Keith's stubby hand. John nodded his understanding and left, venturing out to the building where he found quite a few men in suits as well as a few models; the Boyd sisters. He'd met them once before, somewhere. "Pattie, Jenny -- cor we've got a problem," he briskly went up to them, an expression of distress etched in his usually cold features.

[thejeanshrimpton]

imjennyboyd replied to your post://sorry i haven’t been on! i’ve had exams &...

[[good luck on your operation dear!!!!]]

//awh, thank you!<3

[entwiistle-blog]

{ can I just say that all of you are ace at all of your muses like wow }

[apostleofmusic-blog]

imjennyboyd replied to your post “// i owe a reply to imjennyboyd which i will get to after i eat...”

[[augh i know that feel chrome screwed up today really bad]]

// this is basically me everytime that happens 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozKsQnRHb-c