#mabelroserp

[annhathaway]

[11:23:07 PM] snuri (snail yuri): my nerdy af daughter

[11:23:50 PM] snaggie (snail maggie): I like how you started like "hello mother fuckers here have some sad hcs" and now it's like "yes she lounges around in a mermaid suit"

[annhathaway]

[8:58:04 PM] Constant Lagging (Tiff): someone call Maggie

[8:58:09 PM] Constant Lagging (Tiff): + yuri

[8:58:17 PM] Constant Lagging (Tiff): they're like the ghost busters right?

[8:58:21 PM] Blake the Yak: They are yes

[8:58:24 PM] R: i need the ghostbusters

[8:58:51 PM] luke pelicanotes: will maggie and yuri really save you? i think they'd just be like

[8:58:55 PM] luke pelicanotes: "yo ghosts"

[8:59:26 PM] R: i feel like calling in maggie and yuri would be like when the boys told horatio to talk to the ghost

[annhathaway]

otp: you burn me up (aka dannah aka the one where they’re a family, there are happy endings and puns, and David is truly and deeply loved.)

 “When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

[annhathaway]

[6:01:01 PM] Stewrat: I love that there's a thing called the Terminator Pig

[6:01:04 PM] Stewrat: It's extinct but

[6:01:05 PM] Stewrat: It lived

[6:01:32 PM] maffie -: was it's last words "I'll babe back"

[sealskinwrites]

“You’re mistaken. I’ve only just arrived into town.”

[sealskinwrites]

I’ve Just Seen A Face || dannah

Growing up in a bustling orphanage full of kids gave one an appreciation for still, quiet, solitude. Or so she had found. The best moments in her day were the ones like right now: silent.

There was such a thing as awful silences too, she knew. The kind that was self inflicted because of pain, or the suffocating kind that could fill a room with the arrival of something so simple as a telegram.

But not this kind of silence. This kind of silence was one that could be savored like a cup of Frank’s famous coffee or a lazy Sunday afternoon. It was when her world briefly, finally, slowed down enough to leave her alone with her thoughts, if only for the short time it took her to clean up the diner and walk home.

Stepping outside into the brisk night air, the young woman locked the door behind her before straightening the collar of her coat. Snowflakes were beginning to drop from Heaven in small and gentle flurries. Angel feathers, she remembered someone used to call them. The hollow spot in her chest she tried her best to ignore nowadays echoed in response. Angel feathers, Sammy.

The dark haired woman threw her head back, rather childishly, and opened her mouth to catch one on the tip of her pink tongue.  

There was only one other person to witness this, a man walking alone on the same street. The girl flashed him a conspiratorial smile before pulling her brown coat tighter around herself and turning in the direction of home. 

Goodnight to you too, Sammy.

[annhathaway]

Untold Myth RP Character Aesthetics (in honor of the reopening): Irene Tisch  

“She tasted like buried treasure and swing sets and coffee.  She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself”

[annhathaway]

Untold Myth RP Character Aesthetics (in honor of the reopening): David Stanford

your presence is like a fire, you suck out all the oxygen in a room but i’ve never felt so warm