#ohmalliecat

[forgottensx]

ohmalliecat replied to your post: ohmalliecat likes this zaynmalik—love likes...

yES hi

Yay, hi so which muse did you have in mind?

[strangexlovesarchive-blog]

"If you save me from having to read one more book about the civil war I will give you a cookie." 

[anastasiajfc]

i really dont know why i take my time when it comes with foster.

like i legit stare at the screen and think "what would foster do here"

sometimes its writers block and sometimes i just dont know omg

[brokenxthings-blog]

+5

          It was warm. Unbearably warm. Ollie didn't do so well in heat and the summer sky had already darkened his pale skin to a golden tan. The last thing he needed, in this warmth, was for his car to break down when he'd left his phone back at the motel. It was a long walk, and well -- this car was his home half the time, so it wasn't like he could just leave it here, anyway.

          That was why he was currently on a stranger's doorstep in nothing but a wife-beater, jeans and a polite smile with his dark curls brushed back by his fingertips. As soon as the door opened moments after his knock, Ollie cleared his throat before, "Hi, I was wondering if you had a phone I could use? I, uh -- well, my car broke down and I left my phone at home."

[itsthetobester]

ohmalliecat replied to your post: toby’s main verse is zombie a...

Toby can save me from the brain eaters any day o k a y and by me I think I mean Mallie but I’d be okay with either I????

i feel that on a personal level like why can toby be real i want to date him why have i created a perfect man

[anastasiajfc]

Ω ~ c:

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

One good fuck. I don't know. She's tall and talks a lot. Not into that.

[anastasiajfc]

melissa is not here right now because she died reading linny's response

[anastasiajfc]

✉ ( :* i have ur reply all ready for you yes)

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

Foster was never the type to write letters other than the business type. In reality, the male didn't ever find the reason to write a letter in the first person. Now with the world being so used to technology and all of it's advantages, sending an e-mail seemed like a much better idea. 

But in the case of Mallie getting fired over their office affair, Foster had to write a letter. The male had no knowledge of how people found out, they just did. Of course, Foster wasn't fired seeing as how he's the only one good enough at his job. But being a secretary? Anyone could do that.

With his paperwork aside, he toke out a single piece of paper out along with his black pen. The male had a million and one things to say but nothing was coming to mind. Instead, Foster let his hand do the work/

Dear Mallie,           you're probably at home, watching some soap opera or cooking lunch since you're not here anymore. To be honest, my days haven't been the same since they fired you. No more so-called important business calls when in reality you were saving me from a long conversation with Mr. Nose Booger (the one with the big nose and never cleans it). My new secretary still hasn't gotten the hang of how I like things to be done. Not like you knew. Guessing I'm trying to say it that, well, I miss ya Mallie. Even though I have your number, it's just not the same anymore.

                        Hope all it well, Foster Homes.

He read it over, making sure each sentence was correct and without error. Getting up from his desk, Foster got an envelope and post stamp out of the drawer; placing the letter inside with the stamp on the outside cover and Mallie's full name and address written down. He licked the edges clean and closed, heading outside of his office to the desk of the new sectary. She wasn't much to look at. Chunky, bad teeth and think eyebrows; it bugged the hell out of him.

"Jones," Foster called her name, at least he thought that was her name. "Take this letter and burn it." Her eyebrows furrowed down in confused. "Burn it, no questions asked."