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//Greetings from sint m.arteen :3

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//I'm up way too early, but so excited for vacation! Heading out now!

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//I tripped and fell in the garage. Instead of landing on my ass, my right hand and knee took the brunt of the impact. Thankfully didn't break the skin anywhere, but my leg feels like I did some crazy ass stretches and the palm of my hand feels bruised..

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//I've been so tired and this week has been busy for me. Saturday we're flying out with our friends to sint martee.n for vacation for a week. I plan on bringing my laptop. Whether or not I'll actually do any writing? Who knows, but I won't rule it out lol

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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Just some James appreciation :)

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//My day went sharply downhill. We got our claim approved for hail damage on my car finally, but then after work I stopped by the store. Came back to find someone had hit and dented the rear passenger side, which scraped off some paint. And, because of course, they took off without leaving a note or anything.

I fucking hate people... No wonder I have zero faith in humanity any more...

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//My brain keeps rotting with what kind scp James would be. I half keep thinking in my head, just make one up as him being some blood lusty vampire!

Even though I already have at least two different verses where he is one (and I have another muse who is also one... Seriously, what is it with me and vampires???)

What's another one gonna hurt, right?! :3

But ah... Maybe I could come up with something different? Who knows...

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//One of these days, I'm gonna do that bingo card Meme again. I did one a while back, but I think I would rather remake it lol

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//Erm... what if James were an scp????

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//I've been trying not to use my hurt finger today and now have a headache in return. I'm also feeling warm when my husband says it's pretty cold in the house.. I better not be getting sick.

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"He used to cry some nights as though he lived a dream. And as she held him close, he used to search her face. As though she knew the truth, lost inside Cambodia!"

Him just casually singing and humming to himself as he's doing nightly work at the base. No one sees him, right??

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//I made some awesome looking Dutch oven bread, but didn't get to enjoy it because I somehow decided I needed to attack one of my own fingers in the process. Not going into details, but it really sucks...

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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

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›   FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS    →    receiver   to   sender.

brushing   hair   behind   their   ear

hands   grazing   while   reaching   for   the   same   object

catching   them   by   the   waist

helping   them   up   and   not   letting   go

fixing   their   collar   or   necklace

knees   bumping   under   the   table

tucking   something   off   their   face

draping   a   coat   over   their   shoulders

pinkies   brushing

falling   asleep   on   their   shoulder

touching   their   wrist

hand   falling   over   theirs   mid-laugh

fixing   their   tie   or   jewelry

whispering   with   a   hand   on   their   knee

lingering   touch   while   passing   an   object

playful   hand   to   the   chest

hands   meeting   in   the   dark

wiping   away   a   tear

stopping   them   by   the   wrist

buttoning   their   shirt   or   jacket

dancing   for   the   first   time

hands   meeting   over   a   shared   item

tending   to   a   wound

shoulder   bump   turning   into   leaning

touching   their   heart

cleaning   a   cut

brushing   hands   at   an   event

tripping   into   their   arms

untying   them   from   restraints

fastening   a   necklace

shoulders   brushing   in   a   crowd

helping   with   a   coat

adjusting   their   posture

guiding   with   a   hand   on   the   back

brushing   something   off   their   shoulder

carrying   them

hiding   in   a   tight   space

dabbing   a   cut   on   the   lip

steadying   them   over   a   step

holding   their   hand   while   dazed

falling   into   each   other

cupping   their   face

pulling   them   into   a   protective   hold

holding   hands   after   a   nightmare

sharing   a   coat   pocket

removing   something   from   their   face

helping   unzip   a   dress

brushing   hair   off   their   forehead

touching   their   cheek   while   laughing

tracing   a   faint   scar   or   mark

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back

resting   their   chin   on   their   shoulder

reaching   out   to   stop   them   mid-step

straightening   their   glasses   or   hat

helping   them   into   a   seat

lifting   them   over   a   puddle   or   obstacle

touching   their   jaw   while   talking

fixing   a   loose   button   or   strap

cleaning   something   off   their   lip

giving   their   hand   a   reassuring   squeeze

resting   their   hand   on   the   small   of   their   back

brushing   snow   or   dust   from   their   hair

holding   their   hand   during   a   scary   moment

steadying   them   as   they   climb   or   balance

touching   their   arm   to   get   their   attention

pulling   them   close   for   a   photo

grabbing   their   hand   to   run   together

placing   their   hand   over   theirs

pinning   a   flower   or   corsage   on   their   outfit

sliding   fingers   into   theirs   during   silence

wiping   a   smudge   off   their   face

catching   them   as   they   faint

brushing   dirt   from   their   cheek

pulling   them   into   shelter   from   rain

slipping   their   hand   into   a   pocket   for   warmth

leaning   against   their   shoulder   while   laughing

reaching   for   them   in   the   dark

resting   a   head   on   their   lap

catching   their   face   before   a   fall

holding   them   upright   while   tipsy

brushing   fingers   along   their   sleeve

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing   or   writing

removing   an   eyelash   from   their   cheek

helping   them   zip   up   a   coat

pulling   a   twig   from   their   hair

offering   their   hand   to   dance

cradling   their   hand   during   a   tense   moment

brushing   past   them   in   a   narrow   hallway

clasping   their   arm   to   steady   them

pressing   their   forehead   to   theirs

leaning   in   to   whisper   against   their   ear

holding   onto   their   sleeve

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh

smoothing   their   hair   gently

tracing   a   line   across   their   palm

gently   lifting   their   chin

bumping   into   them   and   staying   close

catching   their   hand   mid-gesture

brushing   crumbs   off   their   lips

squeezing   their   arm   for   comfort