#wiegenlicd

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HAPPY BIRF!!!!

THANK YOU!

[shctteredillusions]

( @wiegenlicd ) asked:  "well just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough" (@ Isabella)

Random Inbox Invasion (I’m such a slow bean, I’m so sorry) || Always Accepting!

Those words cut deep, like a knife through her chest. The familiar ache, one buried so deep within her that it had somehow become a part of her, a piece of her soul and the very core of her heart, resonated once more.

‘Good enough’.

It was hard for the petite girl to ever imagine hearing those words when it came to her, to ever have someone consider her as such. She wasn’t strong enough for her mother, never fun enough for her friends and she’d certainly never be good enough for her father. The one person she knew she could never escape, his criticism cold and hateful, his words and the look in his eyes cementing that fact every time he looked at her. Every time he spoke to her.

Guilt sprang forth within honey brown eyes, an awkward smile stretching across her lips. Her silence combined with the surprise on her features might have made him uncomfortable, she had taken his words out of context and allowed herself to roam down roads best left when alone.

“S-sorry.”

The apology came quick, the words so familiar as bit her lip almost waiting for this far too kind man to lash out at her, to yell, to scold her for doing absolutely nothing. Hands began to tremble but she quickly shifted them behind her back, don’t let him see how messed up you are. Don’t let anyone see.

“Guess I got lost in thought for a moment there,” she fidgeted nervously where she stood, trying to conceal as much as she could behind her usual mask of cheerfulness as finally, the fake smile returned.

Never allow them to see you weak. Never let them see just how much of a fuck-up you truly are.

“I really appreciate you helping me like this, you play so beautifully that I can only hope to one day be a fraction as good as you are. But even if I don’t, just listening is good enough. I-if you don’t mind me hanging around, of course…” Would he? She didn’t really know, but she can assume that even someone as kind as him would tire of her eventually. Just like everyone else.

[spurnedadulthood]

STARTER CALL » @wiegenlicd encountered a smarmy af gremlin.

     “ As much as I happen to respect your music, Schu-san, you really do baffle me with your idiocy sometimes. ”

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“Are you drunk?”

Send me “Are you drunk?” to hear what my muse tells yours while on a drunken call. / @wiegenlicd / accepting!

“——I doooon’t know. Are you?” Jay slurs out the silly comeback as he giggles like an idiot. “You’re druuuunk!”

[betweenhumanandyoukai]

👏 - for odigcs

👏 : your muse hugging mine

Finding himself wrapped in the woman’s embrace from being caught in the moment, he was unsure of what to do. His eyes frantically looked around for anyone to give him some aid, but alas, there was no one to guide him, so instead, he’d do the same thing.

Slowly, the male’s arms would be found around the other as well, giving a few awkward pats on the back whilst he’s at it.

@wiegenlicd

@odigcs

[ectoterrestrials-moved]

〚 @wiegenlicd​​『 schu ! 』liked ! 〛

          “Hey uh --- do you uh, need some help?” Danny didn’t want to be rude, but something about this guy seemed a bit . . . out of place ( as if he was one to talk ).

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🎵 playing music

* waking up starters. / @wiegenlicd​ / accepting! 

🎵 playing music

There he was —— a sleeping beauty who had his arms tightly wrapped around his pillow followed by a little drool coming from the corner of his mouth. He was sound asleep and was enjoying his dream of a world of frozen yoghurts where chores never existed. And then it stopped. 

The music stirs him from his slumber. He groans in frustration, his face purposely burying itself into the pillow for a bit before moving away and looking up. Who was playing music at this hour? “——I’m tryin’ to sleep here!” Jay yells out loud, grumbling as he moved his arms off the pillow and shoved the covers off his body. 

“It’s!——” Wait. What time was it? That sort of thought made him pause so he could squint at the time on his alarm clock. “——It’s six in the morning! Give a fella a break! Okay?! Jesus.” He stood up and ran his fingers through his already messy bedhead of hair. Who was playing music anyway? That’s what Jay wanted to know right now. 

[goldheartedthief-a]

Is it Love Lynn Hours again? Because, yes???? A+ writing and characterization and mun right here??????

@wiegenlicd

-{skghdsdjghkl Oh my god you both tag-teaming me is nOT FAIR--