#rageundermyskin

[angelmanagementissues]

Well, it’s not for me to tell you what you /should/ do, but if you’re attached to your character, take a hiatus, wait ‘til he comes back to you. If he doesn’t, delete, if he does, come back (which probably would be easier if you drop your current threads)

//The only problem with that idea is that I'm pretty shit at hiatuses. I tried taking one before and I ended up just coming back the same day. And I really DON'T wanna drop all of the threads I have, because once I drop them I'm probably not going to get any more good RPs.

I would be so sad if you deleted :( I love RPing with you so much. But I could understand if your muse isn’t cooperating or you just don’t want to :c I would miss you so much though. You’re a talented RPer.

//Well thanks Johnny!mun *hugs* I'm really sorry about not responding to our thread, but the muse on it is just dying and while I really WANT to continue it I just have no other new threads going that will spark my muse to return.

((What I would suggest is just stepping away for a few days. Don’t let yourself stress out with how many replies you owe or the fact that your muse doesn’t want to reply to them. Just relax and let your muses come back naturally.))

//It's kinda hard not to stress out about how many replies I owe when I've got nothing else to distract me from it. I'm extremely bored, and since Tumblr is pretty much the only thing I have to do and nobody is talking to me on it, it's hard not to let the draft amount get to me. Maybe if I had some M!A to play out, or if people would respond to the meme things, it might be different, but my askbox is as bare as can be save for old fanmails and private message answers.

[samsxcola]

✔ <3

//thank you babe!

[samsxcola]

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//<3 Love ya too, kiddo.

[samsxcola]

Dear Santa, I don't want much for Christmas, I just want the person reading this to remain in my life forever. Send this to the people you don't wanna lose. Tell 15 people you love, I hope I am one of them ♥

// ;3; Love you, Brucie.  *destroys the wall behind you anyway*

[samsxcola]

[arrowslinger]

|This Side of Paradise|

     The small room was dim, the only light coming from the bright daylight that shone through the bare, dusty window. Kicking his sandy boots off, Clint propped his feet up on the writing desk and wiggled his toes. Damn, it was muggy. He was currently doodling on a sheet of paper provided by the small hotel while gazing lazily out of the open window. He wasn’t drawing anything in particular, but the motion of forming the coiling lines of lead gave him something to do. Outside, the town was bustling with energy as usual. Clint had been down in that Gordian knot of streets and walkways (it was almost impossible to distinguish the two) not two hours before, but the heat that he was so unaccustomed to had driven him back inside. Still unable to escape the high temperatures indoors, he unfastened the first three buttons of his shirt to allow greater air flow. Of course, he was already sweating.

     He sighed, wondering what Banner was up to. Hopefully, whatever he was doing, the doctor was enjoying himself and taking a much needed break. Clint, on the other hand… Was unbelievably bored. Unable to speak the native language, he lost all ability to be independent as soon as Bruce had wondered off to do his own thing. Feeling jaded and out of place, Clint soaked in only a few of the town’s rich sights before slinking back to the comfort of the room. The room itself was small but cozy. There was enough space for the both of them, given that Clint slept on the couch, which was just fine with the archer. So far he had enjoyed his time spent with the physicist. It hadn’t been anything special, just casual time spent together with another member of the team. Clinton was beginning to feel that the comradeship they had been forging was now being melted into something closer to companionship. In fact, he would even dare to say that the doctor was slowly becoming something like a frien—SNAP.

     A quick glance down revealed a broken pencil tip rolling towards the edge of the desk. He had been tracing and retracing a rather thick line of lead in his ennui. “Great.” He sighed, putting a hand to his chin (which was now covered with light stubble, a product of Clint’s languor) as he rested his head in boredom. What was he to do now? 

[arrowslinger]

[SMS to Eye of Hawk; 3:17 P.M.] I have taken Lucky outside and he seemed to enjoy the walk very much. How much do I feed this canine Barton? Does he have a favorite item to play with? I see you have bought quite a few things...

[Re: Goldilocks; 3:21 P.M.] Just fill the bowl and leave it in an obvious place. He won't eat as much as he usually does since he's on medication so it'll be okay. He won't really be much for playing for the same reason, but his favorite is the Frisbee. Some of the stuff is new, too. Also I left the vet's emergency number on the back of the note. Let me know if you need anything.[Re:Re.Img.: Goldilocks; 3:22 P.M.] Oh and I appreciate what you're doing for me. I'll be sure to pick up a nice souvenir for you. Bruce and I are having a great time. Attachment: