"I hear you make terrible life decisions, so I thought I'd ask you out."
“—And how well has that line been working for you?”
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"I hear you make terrible life decisions, so I thought I'd ask you out."
“—And how well has that line been working for you?”
@luridgod / continued from here
This is it. This is her worst nightmare. She checks the message and then she checks it again. Blake’s conversation is right above Robert’s and she’s certain she sent that picture to her husband, not to---
She shudders.
[text] Delete that right fucking now.
luridgod replied to your post: why are people as a species like…… so aggressively...
/on the flipside, not calling people toxic/abusers for the smallest things would help get a legit point across. I see posts with good ideas worded in such a hostile and condescending manner, I want nothing to do with them, even if I agree with the opinion. ‘Holier than thou’ attitude makes people more defensive.
no yeah i totally get u....... it takes time and effort to word things diplomatically and tbh i’ve had discussions w/ several people on this site in private where they approached me or i approached them and like. it’s really great when people are able to basically say “hey i’m calling you out because i know you can do better” and it’s not a whole ordeal bc then it’s a lot easier to just Say What You Need To Say and get the whole thing dealt with............. although honestly nobody is obligated to be nice and hold ur hand through this process. like. people get angry for a reason and if they can’t express that anger on their own damn blog then truly what have we come to as a society
and like ! full disclosure i see posts all the time where i’m like “wow this is really aggressive and dogmatic and i don’t appreciate that” but again that’s when you gotta step back and be like Okay No They’re Not Attacking Me Personally Just For Fun, There Is A Reason They’re Saying It The Way They’re Saying It, If/When My Turn In This Discussion Comes It Is An Opportunity To Listen And Process And Better Myself, Not Devote All My Energy To Apologizing And Explaining Why I Wasn’t Trying To Be Problematic.
and then again on the flipside ? sometimes u DO try to be nice and neutral and u DO approach sb as friends bc u value and respect them and want them to not be That Person. and they don’t listen to you! sometimes you learn from experience that the only way to be heard is to be Loud And Angry! it’s not ur responsibility as an educator to be the better person, it’s their responsibility as an ally to-- and i mean this lovingly-- pull their head out of their own goddamn ass and actually listen to what you’re saying.
“I never got to say goodbye” break him, Clarice.
Send “I never got to say goodbye” for the last letter my muse wrote to yours before they died.
I don’t know how to write this.This has nothing with the concept of our ages but rather never having the occasion to read one of these addressed to me. I’ve found that you’re either swallowed whole by the ground or strangled back up to the sky.
For all your manners, for all your quirks and the darkness that you've known, there's been kindness. I don't know if the kindness can win, but you try and and there are so many positive qualities that belong to you that I'm hopeful for what you'll do in the long run.I apologize for not being here, for going first.
I'm not entirely sure if ever knew this but you'd made me smile more often that you realized. I'm not the one to count, numbers don't mean anything, but I swear to God you've made me smile and cheered me up when my thoughts weighed me down. I've walked lighter on those days and the worst seemed a little more bearable.
I'm sorry this was my attempt at saying good-bye.
-Clarice
Hello, I'm here to love you. First off, I think you're a babe and a lovely person to see on my dash. Secondly, I sorta liked Miles but never paid much mind to him, until I saw your portrayal of him. I think, you have a very natural take on his character, and I can totally see his snarky doomed ass doing the things you have him doing. You're funny and you're a talented writer, and I wish I had my shit together so I could write with you moar.
how’s my driving || accepting
You’re too kind :’) Seriously, though, any compliment means a lot coming from you because I love your writing and worldbuilding so much!! So thank you <3 Miles’ humor has been one of the hardest things for me to write, just because he’s so much wittier than I am. I’m glad the snark comes across and I’m extra glad that all of the weird situations I throw him into are believable. It’s been tough to work with Miles as the Outlast rpc has dwindled down to like… three people and a couple tumbleweeds, and in tossing him into other universes and plots I often worry that I’ve lost what makes him the character that he is. It’s nice to know that I haven’t botched that completely.
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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters
🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon
There were threats of rain all over the news. Archer had brought his umbrella just in case. It was just supposed to be a quick trip to the bookstore. In and out. The new sequel was out in a series he loved and he couldn’t wait any longer, and by ‘new’ it was at least a few years old. It was hard to keep track of the time.
Pulling his coat up against his neck, he shivered and waited to cross the street. Just as the light would change there was a boom of thunder and the sudden downpour of cold chilly rain.
Archer was frantic to open his umbrella, struggling with it as the rain poured heavily. Instead of popping open the top of his umbrella shot off the handle like a rocket, flinging into the street and nearly hitting another pedestrian and instead landing at their feet.
Archer stood slack jawed, rain pouring down his face, shocked at what had just happened. What terrible luck he had. His eyes slowly rising up from his dead umbrella in the street to the stranger it nearly assassinated.
“Sorry... sorry about that.”
@luridgod
"You need a healthy fatherly figure in your life, who understands that sometimes you just need to get high and watch 80s cartoons for the next 72 hours while drinking shitty beer and regretting your school years."
MESS WITH THE STONER accepting!
“You’re so fucking right, dude. Someone... someone get this guy a no left turn sign, ‘cause... ‘cause he’s fuckin’ right.”
@luridgod
“Why didn’t you tell me Rick was working for a fucking Nazi, now I need to disinfect my body and soul with alcohol and hopefully die.”
finish the sentence || accepting
“Why should I have cared enough to inform you?”
“Besides, aren’t you supposed to be the one who keeps tabs on everyone? Would’ve thought you were smart enough to root through all of Murkoff’s dirty laundry -- or did the lack of oxygen from having his dick in your mouth all the time kill off some braincells?”