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@theteamsociopath
Send me ✉ and I'll randomly generate a text message you'll get from my muse.
1-40 completely random messages.
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Burrito + Quesadilla = Quesarito. It’s here.
[ooc I work at a taco bell and no one could describe what the heck a quesarito was (we had the wrapper but not the item.) It looks to be a grilled beefy cheesy burrito, probably with creamy jalapeno sauce and that makes me so angry I can't even tell you. I was hoping it'd be a new, special unicorn-kind-of-nice food. Like the new Dr. pepper vanilla float. but it's not :I]
Headcanons Go~
☾: Sleep Headcanon
☠: Drinking Headcanon
♒: Phobia Headcanon
⋆: Sex Headcanon
☮: Random Headcanon
☻: 'Like' headcanon
♤: 'Dislike' Headcanon
☯: Pet Peeve Headcanon
☄: Weather Headcanon
☼: Cooking Headcanon
My muse is deathly ill and lying on an alley floor, refusing your muses help. What does your muse do?
[text] that would require Kate’s permission. She is my roommate now.
Oh man Kate...I feel like there's a pretty good chance she'll shoot at me if she sees me. I'm guessing I couldn't just crawl through a window and ask her tomorrow? [text] Wait, nevermind. She'd definitely shoot at me then. Are you still at SHIELD?
[text] you are asking to steal from me. Your life priorities seem wrong.
[text] That's one way of describing my priorities... anyway, i wouldn't steal from you. it's called borrowing when it's between friends. I just need to crash somewhere until is figure out what i'm doing next.
[text] i could just be looking for couches to steal; is yours worth a lot? [text] sleeping on it could work too, though. i don't think i've got a couch anymore, haha.
Sometimes, the best way to enjoy life is to get away from it. 7 months and uncountable miles worth of away, in fact. But even speedsters can’t run forever and, really, New York will always be his home.
Though… home may be a lose term, since his apartment is probably not his anymore after not paying rent for seven months. He really should have thought about that before taking off. He sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair.
When he left, he dropped of the grid entirely, which he kind of regrets now as he stands on Broadway at three in the morning without a penny in his pocket and sombrero around his neck. He entertains the idea of knocking on doors, but quickly dismisses that as he realizes there’s probably a few people who would punch- or worse hug- him when they saw he was back. He really should have left them a message or something before he pulled this little disappearing act.
We’ll not say how he gets his cell phone turned back on, only that he’ll make up for it by tipping the salesperson a lot the next time he goes in to pay his bill. He flips the phone open and selects his entire contact list.
[Recipient: All]
[Text] I’m back in town. Who’s got a couch?
-Tommy [3:09 am]
(going offline; night~)
Yeah, there we go. That’s what I thought. Such a dudebro. Play chicken all you want. You’ve officially been mother hen’d until I safely drop you off in Manhattan. We’ll walk, like normal people, to the station. I’ll even bum you the fare if you’re broke.
It’s not that bad here. Only the Shore — and even that’s a great exaggeration. Did you know Jersey City’s the second-most diverse city in the country? You can’t go five steps without walking past some ridiculous grocery store for a place you’ve never heard of.
Anthro 100. I’m writing about society under superheroes, how they’ve shaped the way we digest disaster — how we’ve become a people without real fear, because we’ve got this backwards notion that there’s always somebody around the corner ready to protect us.
So… no. Not interesting.
Walk? But that's so slow. I don't think you're understanding how fast I can run. I mean, the bullet train has nothing on me. And walking definitely can;t keep up. You'd have to loan me the money if we take the subway; I left my wallet in my other outfit.
I've got personal reasons for hating this place. If I pretend it's any other start then it's pretty cool, I guess. Wait, so that reality tv show lied to us? Shocker there. No, I actually did not know that. I'm more interested to know if the grocery stores have low prices and good food though; running around an entire state kind of makes a guy hungry.
Yea, not interesting. To me, at least. If I dropped you off with my brother or my grandfather, though, they could probably talk your ear off about it. Just because I'm curious, though, why are you writing on it? Was it assigned or did you pick it?
God Damn it Loki
Doofus..I’m your only brother~ Hmm..I’m not really sure what I wanna do..I’ll have to give it some thought..
Which is another reason why you're my favorite brother. Okay, I'll let you think on it but it has to be something really awesomely bad, like taking away all of his bacon for an eternity or forcing him to watch Broadway musicals or something.
Oh hey, a new face. I'm Tommy: New York's Favorite speedster. I'm also Tommy: man who is so bored that it should be illegal in 37 states. What should I call you?
God Damn it Loki
Yeah..he told me. I’ll get him back for this..you can believe that.
See, this is why you're my favourite brother; you punish the crimes that just can't go unpunished. Meaning, the ones committed against me. Sooo, what are you thinking of doing to him?
reblog if you're sometimes unsure of yourself or the quality of your muse, whether original or not.
God Damn it Loki
I..I was afraid he had done something awful to you..
I’m hurt that you think I can be taken down so easily by a twerp like that. Nah, the little shit just kidnapped me and hacked into all my accounts.
But..why..?
How should I know why he does what he does? My best guess is that he was bored. That, or he just wanted to torture me. It was awful, Bills; he used me like a pillow and put on all these awful movies.
I have… trained formally since I was ten. But I liked to climb thing when I was young.
I’m pretty sure I was still eating bugs when I was ten. *he laughs a little* Were you queen of the jungle gym?
I pushed off the other children. Does that make one “queen”?
*he grinned* Yes, and it makes you the best kind of queen, too. You ruled with an iron first; it's very awesome.