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“why haven’t you been more active?”

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me: oH MY GOD YAAAAAS LETS PLOT IM SO EXCITED them: haha sure me: 

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GUYS. I’M BACK. kinda.

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GUYS. I’M BACK. kinda.

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GUYS. I'M BACK. kinda.

first of all i'd like  to deeply apologize for my disappearance. i'm really ashamed that i haven't touched this blog for like 3 weeks ?? and i've left a bunch of threads unanswered.

if you guys didn't know, i was working two jobs for the past month. this second job that i took was one i'd worked before, where my bosses had fucked me over and fired me for no good reason. they'd given me a promotion KNOWING i wasn't fully prepared to do what they intended. but anyway, like nearly a year later, last month, they invited me back. and like a fool i accepted it. but like before, it felt like a toxic place and brought back annoying mental issues i'd been previously able to get rid of. so i just recently quit this job and now i'm back at working just one.

TLDR: i quit one of my jobs because it was stressing me tf out and now i'll have more time to rp again. I JUST NEED TO FIND MY MUSE! but i promise i'll try my hardest to do so.

thank you so much for sticking around for this long and taking the time to read this.

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he found himself almost telling her that yes, it was pretty awful, but kenny stayed silent. he was stuck now, knowing that at this point, he probably did have to show her - and maybe, a part of him wanted to. it could be a relief, finally sharing this secret with someone, as horrible and messy as it was. this thought was soon pushed away, though, feeling horribly selfish.

“a-alright. just… please, don’t touch anything. it’s bad. i don’t blame you if you want to leave… or be sick,” words were quiet, biting his lip as he looked down at their hands. he placed the coat beside him, almost wanting to buy time by folding it up, but he knew that wouldn’t do anything to help him. he pulled off his sweater next, trying to avoid the sight of the blood, but it was near impossible.

the sight of the blood on his shirt made him feel ill, something that was rather strange, in his mind. he was used to it, he thought… but he certainly wasn’t used to someone else being around during this moments. 

his shirt was almost stuck to him due to the blood, making him even more hesitant to pull it away, teeth sinking into his lip as he pulled it up a little, only enough to catch a glimpse of the mangled, bloody skin. he wouldn’t cry - he refused. it was his fault he’d ended up like this, he was sure. “i… i’m sorry. but… it’s alright. this is normal now.”

breath was held in antecipation. all that suspense was starting to make her nervous, especially given the way he talked about it, but layla did give an understanding, resolute nod as he specifically asked her not to touch anything. a patient's autonomy and dignity always came first, even if kenny wasn't really one in that case; it still applied in her book.

layla's natural first response was to feel more concerned than sick, honestly, concerned for his health and safety. jaw clenched and narrowing eyes neared the gruesome visual that unfolded in front of them. the young woman gathered every last bit of strength not to draw a hand to her mouth. there was worry but also shock. so it was worse than she thought, but the strangest part was that he was still standing and not spitting even more blood.

making a point to let him know she wasn't repulsed, her expression remained impassive as she casually mentioned, voice calmer than ever, “ kenny, we should go to the hospital. it's amazing how you're still... here. ” she didn't understand that completely yet, of course, she didn't know. never could layla imagine what the real reason behind that was. “ what happened here? how did this happen? was it today? you need to talk to me, kenny. ”

layla looked away from all that sticky blood, the puncture wounds and mangled torso, searching for his eyes. god, he should be dead. it was horrific. horrific. but he didn't need to know she thought that - she'd made him a promise after all. because of all those factors combined, layla's mind was a swirl of exclamation and interrogation points. and everything he was saying before, about how that was normal, was completely disregarded then. bullshit. layla wanted to help him so bad, but he needed to want to be helped in the first place.

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     TOAST !  she dared, which only made him shake his head, until he felt the force on his person—-nearing him towards the pool, at first he allowed it happen, backing up slowly to allow her the upper-hand.  he playfully  guarded himself a little, hands coming up cover his arms and bare chest.   ‘  alright fun’s over   !  ’   he reached out, taking her hand to pull her along with him.  

she tried to resist, body bending as he grabbed her hand, squirming to get away from him - to absolutely no avail. the next moment, layla was already shrieking and falling in the water as well. it was fun though, she had to admit as she swimmed back to the surface only to splash water on steve. wiping her face, she backed away slowly with a smile. “ i should’ve seen this coming. ” then, came a longing look at the ice bowl filled with cans. “ oh, look what you've done, now all the beer is far, far away. ”

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                                           ❝  FEAR and DELIGHT                    All the way through the night                                                               With a little daring do                                                I’ll FALL in LOVE with you  ❞

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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ur a dream !! lara and layla are my favs and ur a wonderful writer and person !!

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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honestly, just gimme a ben hardy as roger taylor fc to smooch layla all over,,,,

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kenny knew as soon as the words had left his lips that he had described it poorly. bleeding like he did certainly wouldn’t come across as normal to anyone else, anyone not like him, anyone who didn’t know. he just didn’t think, something pretty common for him, and now he had to figure out what to do. it felt rude to push her away, but her seeing the mess terrified him.

“i… i know - but it’s okay, i promise,” the hand on his shoulder would have made him flinch awhile ago, but it’s different now - she is a friend, he trusts her. his eyes closed for a moment due to the pain, hand moving to try and cover the crimson - but it had spread too much for him to cover it properly. “i’ll be alright in a few hours.” a weak smile was shot in her direction, and despite his words, he did start to carefully unbutton his coat.

it wasn’t too risky, he thought, considering all his layers. he just wished he wore something darker, something he figured could have hidden it, but it was too late now. “this happens to me sometimes,” perhaps, he could try and play it off as some sort of ‘harmless’ oddity he had under control - though kenny was aware that was a pretty stupid thought. “but… it won’t hurt me. i promise. you don’t have to look. it’s… not good.”

he didn't flinch at her touch and that made her expression soften considerably, even if something was still just not sitting right with her about the whole situation. layla knew about some types of abnormal bleeding but not like that and definitely not there. it was also odd how at ease he felt with it... and the things he kept saying? suddenly getting better in a few hours? well, maybe she just hadn't learned about that condition yet. yeah, that made sense.

then came his final statements, confirming her theories. or so she thought. “ i don't mind, ” she told him. “ i'm sure it’s not that bad. ” layla had probably seen worse at her residency, and more than that, as a nursing student, she was taught to always conceal whatever feelings she might have regarding a patient's condition. that meant no making faces, comments or even exchanging silent looks with others. she figured she could handle it.

“ come on, let me check. i won't do anything you're not confortable with. ” sure, all that persistence from layla's part might already have been uncomfortable enough, but she mentally promised to stop if he denied one more time. with this, her hands slowly traveled to his where they worked to unbutton the bloody coat, more than eager to help him with that. there was kindness and caution in her movements though.

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    BROWS WENT UP IN SURPRISE, was she REALLY going to try her hand by pushing him into the pool, if anything, that would have made everything better, a cool down after baking in the sun—but no matter, if he was going in, so was SHE.   ‘   oHH look at me, i’m SHAKING. you’re not going to do anything….gimme your worst.  ’

layla’s own brows then lifted at his dare, jaw dropping again for just a second before she began chewing on her lower lip while nodding her head repeatedly, a smirk pulling across girly features.  “ you're toast, ” was the only thing she uttered before pushing him towards the edge of the pool, weaker arms trying their very best to get him to fall in. hopefully, it would work. just... a little... harder...

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ASTROLOGICAL  PROFILE .     ARIES (  02 / 04 /1965 )

symbol: the ram ruling planet: mars, the planet of war & energy body part: head, face element: fire good days:  energetic, encouraging, unstoppable, bold, devoted, heroic, caring bad days: proud, self-centered, impulsive, bossy, stubborn, reckless, jealous favorite things: competitive games, new clothes, road trips (in fast red cars), debating, expressing themselves through stunning verbal and physical feats what they hate: sharing their toys, being ignored, cramped spaces, losing, the word “no” secret wish: to be number one how to spot them: high foreheads, distinctive hair, focused or manic energy, aggressive stance where you’ll find them: earning a fifth-degree black belt, writing and producing a solo album, working on wall street, trying out for american idol keywords: willpower, initiative, determination, passion, beginnings, self-belief, innocence