#scribblingstars

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“i hate thanksgiving-- the pilgrims were murderers and turkey tastes like napkins.”

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scribblingstars replied to your post: now taking applications 4 a new friend group /...

hi im lexington, i play jason sometimes, id love to get involved w this!! i look forward to hearing back from u

on a scale of mendel to marvin how likely are u 2 leave and abandon a (n rp) partner. like in an instance where, idk i’m just naming shit off the top of my head, there was a super secret chat dedicated to Not Including Cae 

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eddie: my gazebro

user @scribblingstars has been cancelled

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scribblingstars replied to your post: anyway trina loves her son

jason vc: sounds fake but okay

trina vc: why are u like this i blame ur father

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scribblingstars replied to your post: scribblingstars replied to your post: ...

i cant believe (hetero) tumblr is trying to break apart my (gay) union with my (gay) wife

this just in: tumblr is trying to DIVORCE my (gay) wife, lexie (gay) and I (gay)

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scribblingstars replied to your post: i want everyone 2 consider baby ruth...

wasnt jason a pumpkin too

LET MOM REUSE UR BABY COSTUME JASON

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          “ they were just kids... ” new york city nights weren’t like derry nights, the world outside his window alive with lights and sounds. there was no such thing as darkness here. or true quiet. stan closed his eyes, feeling the long lost horror creep back into his thoughts. not all of it, but parts. the most benign. “ some of them i knew, some of them i didn’t. but they were all kids. like us. ”

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⁂ for mary yolo

@scribblingstars // for pierre to take a bullet for mary

it had always made pierre nervous, the old prince and princess mary living in the house alone while andrey was away, but he had never made it his business to pry any more than he was asked to, so he was usually content to just let well enough be. really, he was glad the robbery had happened on a night that he was visiting; it terrified him to think of the news he would have had to deliver to his poor friend otherwise.

in a rare moment of BRAVERY, upon seeing the masked man burst into the sitting room where he and mary had been chatting, pierre jumped up from his chair by the fire. with a loud order for mary to get behind the couch, he rushed at the robber and attempted to wrest the gun from his hand. somewhere in the fight, the man fired, causing the old prince to start shouting from upstairs. with the robber distracted, pierre managed to grab the gun and, holding it out with one shaky hand, scared him out of the house.

once everything fell silent again ( save for nikolay bolkonsky’s screaming ), pierre turned to mary, breathing heavily, and clamped his hand over his left arm, just below his shoulder. 

“mashka, my dear, are you alright?”