#starrdew

[somedew-fictions]

#900th Apology Master List

“I’m sorry.” Harvey ~ Sebastian

“Sorry, not sorry!” Shane (fluff)

“Sorry…” Sebastian ~ Sebastian ~ Marnie to Shane ~ Shane

“____ is trying to make me apologize to _____.” Sebastian to Maru

“I’m not very good at apologies.” Sebastian to Maru ~ Pam to Penny

“Do I have to be the one to say I’m sorry?” Sam

“Why say it if I’m not going to mean it?”

“I’ve said it a thousand times! When will you believe that I’m sorry?” Jas to Vincent

“You owe me an apology.” Sam to Sebastian

“Stop apologizing!” Harvey (fluff) Shane ~ Sebastian

“I’m sorry I keep apologizing…” Elliott ~ Harvey

“Saying ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to fix this.”

“I am terrible at apologizing.” Alex

“If you aren’t going to apologize, go away.” Sebastian

“Please stop and listen to me…” Harvey ~ Shane

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be better!” Shane ~ Sebastian

“I’m tired of apologizing!”

“I refuse to apologize.” Sebastian to Demetrius

“You are just saying that so I forgive you.” Shane

“Please forgive me!” Sebastian

[armsdealing]

@starrdew​​ sent: who is your latest muse? can be someone you’re only considering / not planning to play at all, but is tempting you. // have you ever built or picked up a muse because you wanted to use a certain faceclaim? how did it go? taste in muses / accepting.

8. hmmm depends on how to define latest but technically my latest muse is guzmán a magneto-esque mutant fiend who wants his kind to rule over mankind and he has an ego the size of jupiter and he might or might not have been a cia asset that went rogue causing millions in damage to the government through his antics and he was made for an rpg and it was going well and i was proud of it (i even made icons, as seen above) but then my brain shortcircuited and i disappeared from tumblr for +1 months rendering all progress futile LMFAO but i’m thinking about setting him wild in this blog if some people are interested in dealing with him -- like i even put his picture on my masterlist and everything. 

as for muses that i didnt necessarily “create” but am considering... i kinda want to write odin for the drama of it all. like i’ve spent a lot of time talking shit about him so i might as well write him right? 

11. answered!

[eye-demon]

☎ you already know

NAME: Jason (because she saw she was Medea on his phone and thought it was funny - it was #31 before)

RINGTONE: it’s on vibrate all of the time

PICTURE: its a funny close up , she was tempted for the one where theyre kissing ngl

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [JASON 00:35- excuse me?]

LAST TEXT SENT: [  00:32 - you aint shit.]

[mcngolove]

@starrdew​ / based.

Peach is walking around backstage, twirling a drumstick on one hand and holding an iced coffee in another. She’s in a pretty good mood, riding high on the adrenaline from the show she and her band completed just a couple of minutes ago. Now, she’s ready to shower, change into more comfortable clothes, and binge Netflix for the rest of the night on the bus.

As she’s heading back to her dressing room, Peach passes by a familiar face: one of the tour photographers and a pretty well-known groupie of the band’s who’s joined them on their tour. They haven’t talked yet, but Peach always notices the girl looking at her with a very intense gaze on her face. She isn’t sure what it means, but she assumes it’s because of jealousy. The fans are very passionate about their attraction to the band’s lead singer and guitarist, and sometimes their passion translates to hate towards Peach because she happens to be a girl in close constant proximity to them. “Oh, if you’re looking for Justin or Owen, they’re chilling out backstage if you wanna catch them. Although I think they’re heading to their dressing rooms soon.” She shrugs and smiles awkwardly at the her.

[herayth]

@starrdew / start !

                 “    have  you  tried  turning  it  off  and  back  on  again ?    ”    he  could’ve  been  a  little  more  helpful  than  that   ,   but  to  be  quite  frank  —-  ilsung  had  an  awful  headache   ;   driven  by  the  mere  fact  that  the  colors  he  saw  that  morning  were  a  mix  of  bright  reds  and  irritating  shades  of  orange  ,   causing  more  anxiety  than  anything    .    his  brows  were  knit   ;   a  slow  breath  drawn  —-      “   i  dunno   .   just  give  it  a  try  or  somethin’  . ”

[actiasteeth]

[ aerith | 🍸 ] / what would you change about vestir - habits/personality/etc

send 🍸 and a question and my muse will answer drunk 

“I know I’m supposed to say “nothing,” right? Like there isn’t a single damned thing. But, shit, where do I start?

“You know, sometimes he shifts when I’m right on the edge of falling asleep, and it wakes me the fuck up, and then I have to start all over again. So, there’s that. He’s selfish. Cocky. He keeps things from me—all the time. And he thinks he can make decisions for me. Thinks he can, and does, rather. Fuck how I feel about it all, right? It’d be worlds easier to climb on top of him and pry the teeth out of his fucking skull than it is to get him to communicate effectively and openly—not that I’m the one to call him on that, but the sentiment still stands. Oh! You can’t trust him to make the fucking tea right; like, it’s not that hard! On that note: you can’t trust him. In any case. I’m a fool, and I do—with my life, no less—but you can’t, you shouldn’t. I— He makes me feel helpless and useless and incompetent. But is that my problem or his? I don’t know, I don’t know, I— I think the worst is that he doesn’t feel for me what I feel for him. He doesn’t... love me back. Won’t. Can’t. But again, I… don’t know if that’s me or him. And if— If I could change that, I don’t know if I wish more that he would, or that I could stop. See, I don’t know why it matters so much to me. I feel like— Like, I don’t even know if we would work like that. I— He at least cares for me in some capacity, I think. The things he does—he wouldn’t do them if he didn’t, right? Unless I’m missing the point and he’s just looking out for me to look out for himself. I did say he was selfish.

“Did I mention he’s shit at making tea?”

[wardati]

🌹 the cyber ghost wives

SEND A ‘🌹’TO SEE WHAT MY MUSE IS THINKING ABOUT YOURS THAT’S PROBABLY NEVER GOING TO BE SAID ALOUD.

status | open

[ 12:08 am ] tell me how long have we been here? in bed like this. you-finally asleep, me watching you until i can let my mind rest. and that'ts it isn’t it? my mind still wonders if it’s mine at all, if you’re really here. I never thought I would be thinking of the longevity of this second life–questioning the hand that feeds me into this synthetic reincarnation. I know I’m thinking too much, but I can’t help but feel as if something is looming over us. Back and forth like a pendulum sifting through the hilt, like a finger hovering over the esc button.

[ 10:08 am ] too much mouth. you’re full of too much fucking mouth. and that’s why i love you. it’s why i can’t stand you either. not in the “get away from me” type shit, because lets face it- you can never get away from me. not now. -but it’s that shit that still got my hands shaking-happy or angry, still got me wondering why the fuck i took so long to get here, still got me singing songs about you-beat drop beat drop beat drop rest- see? you’re the smoothest melody. and look at you now you’re still talking, i wonder if you realize you’re my symphony- you probably do.

[ 8:27 pm] who knew euphoria was a person I married. Damn.

[ityasaarii]

✿ — Starter for @starrdew

There were blueprints forming in his head again. He drew them up as the idea came to him. Which more often than not meant his brain was preoccupied when there was something more important to be focusing on. Like crossing the road, for instance. The light switched to green, crowds bumping past him and all Nathan could think was how he could repurpose forks into efficient energy conductors. That was until he felt a hand grabbing his elbow. Suddenly coming to and seeing the road before him, Nathan jumped back with a yell. A stuttered “Thank you,” followed, to sure who he was meant to be addressing it to.