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MOVING BLOGS ! hi besties, i don't know if anyone who follows me here is still active, but if you are i'm officially moving blogs nd archiving this one for the mems ! so from this point forward i'll be over there !

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MOVING BLOGS ! hi besties, i don't know if anyone who follows me here is still active, but if you are i'm officially moving blogs nd archiving this one for the mems ! so from this point forward i'll be over there !

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MOVING BLOGS ! hi besties, i don't know if anyone who follows me here is still active, but if you are i'm officially moving blogs nd archiving this one for the mems ! so from this point forward i'll be over there !

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new  theme,  new  doc,  new  url,  new  me  ...  with  that  said  i  want  to  slowly  get  back  into  rping  so  pls  like  this  if  i  can  check out  ur  opens <333

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may reenter my rp era ...

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i  lied  i’ll  be  back  after  this  weekend  <333

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supernanny  'you're  in  a  crisis,  i'm  on  my  way'd  7hrs  out  of  state  on  sunday  to  go  to  a  concert  bc  my  friend  had  an  extra  ticket  and  no  one  to  go  with  i  -  anyways  still  v  tired  so  i’ll  be  on  tmrw  <3

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House of the Dragon Filming Secrets with Olivia Cooke (x)

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*  open  to  :  w  /  m  /  nb . *  based  on  :  friends  explore  an  abandoned,  questionable  campground  (  cult  ?  haunted  ?  crime  scene  ?  ).  maisie's  v  unserious  about  the  whole  thing.  your  muse  could  be  part  of  the  group  or  someone  else  because  ...  maybe  the  grounds  aren’t  so  abandoned  after  all  (  a  k*ller,  cult  member,  straggler,  etc.  ).

      “  pfft  —  pfft,  ch-ch-ch.  mic ��check,  mic  check.  ”  a  collection  of  obnoxious  sound  effects  followed  the  deafening  screech  of  the  intercom  system.  last  time  the  thing  was  probably  used  was  to  announce  the  beatles  break-up  before  ob-la-di  ob-la-da  played  to  start  a  sunny  summer  day,  maisie  presumed.  “  greetings,  campers.  this  is  god  speaking  ...  here  to  deliver  a  new  divine  mission.  please  come  to  cabin  six.  that’s  cabin  sierra  -  india  -  x-ray.  i  have  some  devil’s  lettuce  that  needs  to  be  destroyed.  i  repeat,  virgin  mary  jane  needs  to  be  demolished.  ”  flick  of  a  lighter  echoed,  didn’t  even  ‘sign  off’  before  she  heard  the  creek  of  the  rickety  wooden  porch  just  outside.  “  f*ckin’  christ  —  they  teleport  here  ?  ”  a  snort  as  she  approached  the  door.  sure,  she  could’ve  opened  it  ...  but  she  was  always  one  for  games.  “  what’s  the  password  ?  ”

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boo  👻

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hi  besties  <333  haven’t  had  much  muse  lately  but  i’ll  be  back  soon  just  wanted  to  say  hello  i’m  not  dead

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CHASE SUI WONDERS 2021, ph. Jeannie Sui Wonders for Anna Sui 

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*  felteverywhere  ​:  jackie .

jackie wasn’t looking for company, but at least if she had to speak to someone, she preferred someone likeminded. she wasn’t so precious not to acknowledge the similarities between them, though she would argue that sunday was far more annoying, this thought only emphasised by her pinching jackie’s cigarette. “hope it kills you first then.” she grumbled, watching with a scowl until it returned to her, sitting back against the tile. she shrugged at the question, not wanting to dive deep into the actual why. so instead, she threw out an easy answer. “not in the mood for the party, but i’m not in the mood to be home, either.” her mother was home this week, much to her chagrin. “why’d you barge in here? d’ ya miss me or something?” 

      “  better  get  your  notes  app  out  ...  start  drafting  up  my  obit.  kinda  want  you  to  say  the  eulogy  too.  feel  like  you  just  get  me.  ”  she  eventually  lit  up  the  joint  once  tucked  behind  her  ear  ––  always  had  one  on  her,  guess  it  was  like  her  equivalent  of  a  hick’s  toothpick  tucked  between  their  teeth.  “  so  you’ve  resorted  to  being  the  designated  cock  block  ...  got  it.  two  people  come  barging  in  suckin’  tongues  what’re  you  gonna  do  ?  scowl  ‘em  away  ?  ”  quirked  brow  before  a  smug  grin  settled  on  her  face.  “  or  are  you  the  type  who’s  into  watching  ?  ”  teeth  sunk  into  the  tip  of  her  tongue  as  she  wiggled  her  brows.  it  took  her  a  minute  to  maneuver  herself  around,  but  when  she  did  she  hoisted  the  window  open.  “  missed  you  so  much,  jack-attack.  felt  like  a  wife  longing  for  her  husband  to  return  from  war.  ”  a  beat.  “  i’m  tryin’  to  dodge  a  suitor,  the  usual  shit.  ”   head  peeked  out  to  feel  the  cool  breeze  against  her  skin.  “  y’know  you  could  just  ...  leave.  there’s  a  whole  world  out  there  beyond  these  four  dinky-ass  walls.  ”  sarcasm  laced  the  cliché  statement  as  she  eyed  the  tree  within  arms  length,  her  own  extending  to  pluck  a  leaf  from  its  stem.

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*  open  to  :  w  /  m  /  nb .

      “  yeah  so  i  may  have  gone  a  little  too  far  calling  the  b*tch  an  attic-pussied  hag,  but  i  was  literally  death  gripping  the  last  bottle  of  suntan  oil  before  she  pried  it  out  of  my  hand  like  a  gamer  bro  on  black  friday  gunning  for  the  new  xbox.  like  is  it  really  that  serious  ?  besides  if  there’s  anything  she  needed  it  was  sunscreen,  couldn’t  tell  if  she  was  eighteen  or  eighty-five  with  her  fruit-leather  skin.  ”  a  sigh,  “  i  didn’t  even  know  mall  jails  existed  and  i  honestly  can’t  believe  that  that’s  what  put  me  in  there  as  if  i  haven’t  been  robbing  nordstrom  blind  since  i  was  f*ckin’  twelve.  ”

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confession: when i was in high school my best friend used to steal a ton of clothes from the busted-ass target in town and then walk across the street and sell them at plato’s closet and she called it her job. i’d be like “where are you?” and she’d be like “at work” and i’d know she was just robbing a target blind lmao 

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*  devilmcnt  ​:  indi .

could indi afford a nice cheesecake factory dinner? yeah. but she liked the damn slurpees and if she could save some cash she would have, she can’t deny it. “oh yeah i’m definitely up for making all the hetero old couples around us extremely awkward”, she agreed with a wide grin and nod of her head, at least she’d get a good time out of emptying her pockets. at the sight of the fluffy goodness indi reached out, practically snatching a mini donut from iris and chomping eagerly, it wasn’t the best she’s ever tasted but it’s soft and sweet — a solid 8 out of 10. “oh ha ha so funny”, rolling her eyes she licked some left over donut dust from the corner of her mouth, completely used to people taking the piss of her career but hey, it paid the bills and she fucking loved it. “i think they’d demand payment in the form of bodily possession if i asked them and you know what? i kinda like my body and soul being in the one place.” this was a task that needed to be completed be a web sleuth like iris. indi was good with tech stuff for her job but hacking someone’s anything-account? terrible. leaning over her shoulder as she worked away indi grimaced before nodding slowly, “looks like the back end of a bus right? i try not to judge but he’s an absolute dick with the moral compass of a fork. so he deserves it.” once the laptop was directed toward her indi took a second to get used to the layout and then got to work snooping. “you know what? fuck yeah, i mean nothing too savage but just a little embarrassing shit to show him who’s boss.” 

      “  you  serious  ?  you’d  prefer  to  be  in  one  piece  ?  i  don’t  know  ...  if  i  had  the  chance  to  get  possessed  by  a  spirit  i’d  probably  take  it.  i’ve  always  wondered  what  it’d  be  like  to  oscillate  between  dimensions,  y’know  ?  that  ...  ”  she  trailed  off  again  as  her  eyes  examined  the  dimly  lit  screen,  “  and  the  god  complex  in  me  thinks  i’d  overcome  the  whole  shebang  unscathed  and  with  a  fucking  insane  ass  story  to  tell.  ”  her  prior  quip  was  all  in  good  fun.  in  fact,  she  was  jealous  indi  dove  into  that  career  path.  iris  had  always  been  a  fan  of  ghost  stories  and  spent  nearly  half  her  childhood  with  her  nose  pressed  against  the  tv  watching  those  (  most  likely  glamorized  and  glorified  )  paranormal  shows.  she  even  had  her  background  photo  zak  bagans  from  ghost  adventures  for  a  bit.  while  indi  jumpstarted  the  portal  into  what  could  possibly  be  madness,  iris  helped  herself  to  another  donut.  she’d  popped  half  of  it  in  her  mouth  before  an  idea  struck,  wasted  no  time  responding  either  ––  mouthful  of  powder  puffing  out  with  each  breath,  “  y’should  try  reading  his  texts  ...  or  no  better  yet,  ”  a  hand  lifted  to  wipe  the  corner  of  her  lip  to  stop  from  drooling,  “  instagram  or  twitter  dms.  men  are  fuckin’  ruthless  on  there.  ”  a  beat.  “  and,  ”  she  snatched  the  energy  drink  off  the  desk  and  washed  down  the  bite,  cooing  out  an  ‘ahhh’  at  the  refreshing  nature,  “  maybe  his  search  history  ?  he’s  probably  into  freaky  shit.  like  tentacle  porn  or  somethin’  ...  just  get  that  vibe.  ”