#sadtempo

[faithfulfriends]

@sadtempo said ❛so, to what do i owe this pleasure?❜

they were both regulars on the sunset strip. they’d walked the same path for a couple years by now, but had somehow never had the opportunity to be introduced. crowded parties and bars weren’t always the easiest places for introductions, but now they found themselves in the quiet cool air behind the troubadour, an appropriate setting for the two of them to step into each others worlds.

her face lit up at the sight of julian, arms opening wide in exclamation before she was offering out her hand. “penny lane. it’s about time we actually met, huh?” taking his hand she didn’t shake it, she more or less held onto it for a few moments as the bright spark in her eyes never faltered once. she prided herself on never getting get starstruck, but here she was — face to face with someone who was even more beautiful than in the pages of rolling stone.

[mlssworld]

@sadtempo LEFT A LETTER: ‘  Something just isn't right, I can feel it inside.  ’

                             Kneeling down in front of him, Julian had only just gotten off stage moments before but... Something was wrong, and she knew it all too well. The sweating, the rapid blinking, unsteady hands; this wasn't adrenaline, ❝   Jules, don't take this the wrong way... But have you ever had a panic attack before? ❞ Chrissy slowly asks, hesitation in her voice.

[bitchprose]

@sadtempo SENT A PAGE: ❛  where were you last night?  ❜

Shoulders shrug off the question as she walks over to the opposite end of the bed, plopping herself down, oversized shirt and pajama pants clinging to her body. ❝   I ended up staying late at the library to study   ❞ she lies, leaving out he part where she was not in-fact at the library, but rather prematurely running out on her bandmates at the start of a show when she saw a certain familiar face in the crowd. She was still processing it, what had happened, and even now she didn't think she was ready to admit how seeing Patrick after all this time had upset her so much. That was the problem with Kat, she had the tendency to shut down, and now was no exception, even if she knew Julian would give her the most straightforward advice she needed right now.

The rain pitter-pattering on her bedroom window, she avoids his eyes for a few more seconds before trying to switch topics without him noticing, ❝   Hey, maybe we can order in some thai food, what do you think?   ❞

[philomelia]

with a returned gentleness,    he squeezes her hand   (cassie gravitated towards touch eagerly,  naturally,   trying to dig her hands into anything she could get close enough to--     when she feels someone else’s distress,    she touches with all her might,   desperate to soak it all up).     her thumb finds his knuckles.    in soft movements,   she tries to ease the tension from his shoulders.     “   it’s just a party,  you know,   @sadtempo​.    what’s the worst that could happen?   i mean,  one of us could trip and fall into the chocolate fountain,   and drown in chocolate,    which definitely wouldn’t be a cool way to go--    but at least it’d be a memorable story.    and that’s so unlikely to happen.    so,   let’s chill.    i’ll walk in with you.     ”

[specterseenarchived]

@sadtempo​ sent:    sender kisses receiver's forehead.

robin doesn’t question it but instead leans her head on julian’s shoulder with a pout on her face. for some reason that just made her more sad. probably because forehead kisses were something her mom gave her. shots were fun an hour ago but now she’s feeling sorry for herself again and its dialed to a 100 with tequila in her system. amazingly, she’s holding her liquor just fine tonight.   “i just want to sleep.”

[itsburkhart]

@sadtempo PASSED A NOTE : [ mint ]  when did you start your blog? what made you start it? / [ olive ]  what gives you the most inspiration for your muse(s)? / [ cerulean ]  what is your favorite ( type of ) character to write?

MINT : So I had to do some stalking and digging on an old blog, and by the looks of it... I've been writing Jackie since August 5th, 2019! Nearly four years. If I'm getting my time-line correct, Jackie was the first canon muse I decided to take up for roleplay in general! I decided to start the blog for numerous reasons... Firstly, because (at the time) there were no other Jackie writers on the platform, and I'd been watching That 70s Show since I was in 5th or 6th grade, it's been my favorite show throughout all these years. I wanted to try to take up the challenge of writing someone so exaggerated like Jackie, but add more character development. I had an OC blog for my OC, Alice White at the time, but she was a lot more lowkey, so when I made Jackie that felt a little intense because a lot of people liked writing with her!

OLIVE : Oh that's a toughie... A lot of things give me inspiration. If we're talking other than watching the show-- I like to make spotify playlists for my muses for example, I like to make edits and elaborate collages based on their universe, I like to make maps based on where their towns are in order to world-build, and I think my favorite thing is probably making pinterest boards! Pinterest boards always help me organize every little thing about my muse, and it's often how I even begin preparing to write a new muse.

CERULEAN : Oh god! I have... Usually three different types of muses I tend to write. To name a few-- Leia Organa, Alice White, Buffy Summers. Then we got girls like Chrissy Cunningham, and then on the opposite spectrum we got Jennifer Check, Madison Montgomery... I like to write women with strong personalities, I like to write women who are underestimated but prove others wrong, I like women who have layers-- They can be evil, but have are secretly sensitive... I like morally grey people. Even the villians I write, the mean girls I write, I like to expand on that and explain why they're the way they are. I like muses with difficult to read, uncomfortable pasts, and as my moots know-- I love ruining a muse's happy ending. I love tragic and strong women. I love complicated women. Jennifer Check isn't some sex-god, she was a teenager who was emotionally stunted. Madison Montgomery isn't some mean girl, she's complicated and has a depressing past. Jackie isn't just vain and rude, she's unfiltered, but she's sensitive.

[dvarapala]

+ @sadtempo​ / continued from here

"no, it’s not. i’m laying on the floor, on my stomach, in front of the freezer, trying to get to the ice cream ‘cause someone---” her tone sharpens briefly. “---can’t get off his hiney long enough to actually help me even though he’s the one who put the groceries away in the first place ‘cause my mom asked!” julian’s on speaker phone too so he’s definitely gonna hear muffled voices in the background and udyati muttering ‘gods, this is why i frequent sarah’s spot,’ to herself and then someone wailing: “i’m melting, ud! i’m melting!”

in response, udyati groans. 

“one moment, please,” she tells julian, and then yells back: “you’re not melting, skyler! i know what that looks like and that’s not what you’re doing! i swear, you say that one more time and i will take that bag of sodiro’s banana chips and beat you over the head with it!”

there’s warm laughter, and then udyati sighs. turns back to the phone. “sorry about that. i’m normally not that violent. it’s just that my friends are here and it’s really warm and sticky and i’m really good with that---” and oh, she doesn’t realize the way that sounds. “---but some of them aren’t.” she groans again and then there’s a sound of triumph. “aha! got it!”

loud cheers erupt from the living room.

“toronto, you said? that’s pretty cool. i’ve never been to canada before.” which is highly ironic, considering what she can do. “i hope you’ll have fun,” she offers lightly. “and be careful. and...” she takes a moment to stand up with the ice cream tubs and the phone and grabs some spoons. “...and maybe i’ll try to wait and hold off of the coffee. until you get back. that is, if i can’t talk my friends into bringing me some. i’m strong, but not that strong.”

silently, she hands the spoons and the tubs of ice cream to meilin, who grins and grins and grins and makes kissy faces until udyati waves her away.

[specterseenarchived]

@sadtempo​ sent:   “ go the fuck to sleep. ”

“i can’t. my brain hurts too much.”   

here comes to the sound of her blankets rustling as she sits up. it felt like her brain was being squeezed like a stress ball. for a split second she wishes she had a joint to smoke but that probably wouldn’t do anything. a hand reaches into her bedside table where she takes out some random ibuprofen pills, shakes two out and down them with the lukewarm water beside her. from there she stands and waddles in the dark over to her jacket. maybe she needs some fresh air. robin doesn’t really care that its 2:13 am.

“i’m going for a walk, you coming?”