yo so i’ve been working on this revamped blog for hours - find me at @killtcmcrrcw because the only thing i need to do is my character pages - which i’ll do when i wake up because i’m dead as fuck.
so yeah, tl;dr i remade and if you like my boys ( and girl now, i guess ) you should follow, night.
EDIT: ALSO whoever sent that ‘ why are you friends with jess? ‘ ask to ava, THANK YOU, you’re a legend-- i keep laughing--
I WILL NOT LOSE ANYONE ELSE.
(i refuse)
hey, can you give this a like if you’d like to KEEP A MUTUAL FOLLOWING if i do decide to revamp?
also tell my brain to stop fucking about because it’s telling me to revamp AGAIN lmao
honestly though like i’m thinking about it. a lot about this blog has changed - and for the better - and i wanna be able to “””advertise””” myself properly. and i have quite a few muses now; muses that i wanna use without being bitched at for ‘straying from the main muse’ because that’s happened more than once here and i just. i rped with shitty people on this account as well and. i think i’d feel comfortable somewhere else? idk. i just. i have tags on this blog that i can’t get rid of, that i WANT rid of, and entire pages that people never read and everything could be so much cleaner but. i don’t want people to be annoyed with me lmao.
like it has nothing to do with losing muse or anything, my muse is on fucking fire, i just think it could be presented more cleanly or something?? like the only thing that’s stopping me honestly is the fact that i’ve revamped once already.
also tell my brain to stop fucking about because it’s telling me to revamp AGAIN lmao
list of muses this blog has currently that are open for interaction:
mike harmon not open to ship.
black hands not open to ship.
aldono not open to ship.
caspar open to ship!
anna ( pre-death/AU where she survived ) open to ship!
3 am sentence starters
- “ why are you awake? “
- “ i can’t sleep. “
- “ go to bed already. “
- “ i’m a being of pure power, i don’t need sleep. “
- “ i’ve been running on 5 hour energy all day, there’s no stopping now. “
- “ i’m. so. tired. “
- “ i had a nightmare. “
- “ it’s nothing, go back to bed. “
- “ when’s the last time you slept? “
- “ you’re clearly exhausted. why are you doing this to yourself? “
- “ wake up. wake up. wake uuuuup. “
- “ i’ll sleep when i’m dead. “
- “ yawning doesn’t mean i’m tired! maybe i’m just bored by you telling me to go to sleep so much. “
- “ is something wrong? “
- “ i just need to finish what i’m doing, then i’ll sleep. “
- “ you said you were about to go to bed two hours ago. c’mon, time’s up. “
- “ is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight? i’m kinda freaked out. “
- “ stop bossing me around, you’re not my mom. i’ll go to sleep when i want to. “
- “ you’re pouring coffee all over the counter. “
- “ why are you making hot pockets at 3 am? “
- “ i don’t care when you go to bed, but do you have to wake me up in the middle of the night with your loud music?! “
can we talk about, how without hair dye, anna looks like this because:
she’s fucking adorable i can’t cope--
Jump down and say something gay
im gonna nap because im tuckered after my paper but also have this because mike’s not allowed or Legal any more
also ava still hasn’t fought me for being ugly like what the fuck are these fake vows
<--- this blog wouldn’t mind some curious anons
Ask about anything!
hello i am here i am free for a few days i finished my paper rejoice
all right i’m sorry for my emotional garbage today, i just get upset sometimes. but yes, i got back into the swing of things-- mike came back to me! i’ll be back later tomorrow, when i’ve written and submitted my paper! night!!
@imaginaryfricnd // ❛ a secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another. ❜
a slow blink. a lack of concern is the first thing apparent in mike’s gaze. no confusion. no fear. no panic. just a raw, unedited version of acceptance. why would he be frazzled by such an unassuming presence, as random as it may be? he has worse living in his own four walls. lips role tightly together, then smack loudly.
shoulders raise in the form of a half-shrug, gaze averting from the stranger. ❛ so, like-- aaare you gonna tell me if this shit is a dream or not? because... ‘s preeetty fuckin’ wild, man. am i dead? ❜