@ratkiing chuck is the person ruining me this week with Charlie Kelly / Red Pollard
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@ratkiing chuck is the person ruining me this week with Charlie Kelly / Red Pollard
@sndrps gets a starter for mac
richie was really not the guy to ask people to stay late and talk. usually, he was the type to air his grievances by yelling them out, or ask a question in a small passing moment if he needed to. but this shit is like, important and whatever. so he's trying to be proactive. every second counts. maybe if someone had done this with mikey...
(he's not gonna let himself think about that. mikey wouldn't even have allowed it.)
"hey so uh... mostly i wanted to uh. do a check in, kinda thing." they're even in the office, and he offers mac a chair across from him. it feels too official, but it's better than standing in the kitchen. maybe. "uh, just 'cause. i know you've been really pushin' yourself. bein' here and at the bar. just wanna make sure you aren't doing too much. and that everyone's fully appreciating you, and all that shit."
@sndrps
This had become something of a happy hobby for the three of them ; bar hopping to hopeless places, praying for some fountain of fun to feast on, submerging into the deep, distracting darkness and dancing lights as dawn loomed over them with scholarly deadlines.
But instead of a trio ( Shaozu and Ming actually cared about graduating - ), the tall figure stood solo tonight, striding into the bar with brisk steps and noting the absence of the so called ' security ' guard that made for a miserable bouncer. Leather jacket shrugged off and lean shoulders revealed, Tahno should be no surprise with his usual black and see through get up, cheeky side smile included as he saddled up to the bar, smoothly slipping into the high top seat and placing both his elbows on the counter.
" Did I ever tell you I like your eyes? "
( a confession cooed out and capable of curbing any man to his will. )
what had originally drawn me to your blog was seeing your threads on my dash! i saw you writing with some of my besties and i was so intrigued for what a rp blog for sheldon would be like. with writing a character from a fandom that's not big in the rpc it was so exciting to see someone doing something similar! what made me stay was your lovely, lovely writing and the way that you truly capture sheldon's voice! also you !!! you're so kind and so lovely to chat with (': i'm so so happy we found each other bestie.
What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?
Is it the mun’s muses, their writing style, their worldbuilding? Is it the mun themselves? All of the above? Let ‘em know!
Thank you so much for this bestie! I am glad I found you too! And can I just say that I love your Charlie and I love your other characters as well? YOu put so much thought into your muses and I absolutely love writing with you. Thank you so much for this! This was very sweet and kind!
you don't look at me the same way. (from quin oof ouchie)
@sndrps sent a thing!! - still accepting
Because those blue eyes weren't gazing at Quin ; there's a gap growing between them. A gigantic hole that Red regrets digging in the first place. Red's starting to get a firm grip on his future while Quin quietly refuses to quit what is killing him.
( Red can't keep watching Quin wilt away and walk towards his own grave. )
So he reverts back to what made their love ring so brightly back in the day, and what has now become an unnatural anger causes grit in Red's voice.
" Said it yourself. Different now. Better. Best thing I ever fucking did. "
@sndrps sent / from dennis: 57﹕ sender winks at receiver . [ ACCEPTING. ]
she stifles a laugh into her hand and hopes none of the other customers see it. he's the type of guy that's so hyperaware of himself [ yet so clueless, ] that it's almost endearing. and he must really think he's doing something by sitting in the front row and winking like that, so calamity gracefully spins off the pole she's on and struts to the other end of the stage to greet him. [ there's another dancer with eyes on him blocking her path . . . so she yanks her hair to pull her to the side, out of the way. ]
❝ look what the cat dragged in . . . ❞ she allows herself to be tall for a moment before crouching down to be closer to him. the smirk on her face is a curious one. there's a mind game going on in the middle of the club and no one else has a clue. what an exciting prospect.
calamity brushes a finger past her eye to indicate the wink from earlier . . . in the absence of cash the other patrons have. ❝ — how much was that worth, huh ? ❞
you're not the person i once knew. (hiiii from quin)
@sndrps sent a thing!!
Regret grips at his throat and it's hard for Red to repress the growl.
" Thank fucking God for that. 'Least one of us changed. "
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❛ i'm just keepin' ya' humble , man . that's the kinda shit you can't say 'n not expect t' get socked in the arm afterwards . ❜