I have not been on here in a while. Hello all!
A friend of mine is having a little birthday stream over at this link. They’re a wonderful person, and it’d be great to have anyone who wants to join the party come on by. Topics are at great range and we’re having a lot of fun :)
there is a duck making duck noises in my tinychat
i approve immensely
"I know I’ve been a shitty friend, and I’m not winning any rp partner of the year awards."
Oops, wrong fandom. (guesses on what I’ve been watching nonstop all week? eh? ehhh??)
Still applies here, my friends; everyone deals with shit and loses touch with people. It happens. I’ve been nothing but a horrible friend this entire year, and for that I will be eternally sorry, but I can’t change things in my life that have already happened, and regretting it just wastes valuable time and energy.
All I can do, all anyone can do, is work towards becoming better at talking to people and learning to build their communication :)
Hey guys, I was supposed to run a tinychat tonight but forgot about some plans with friends, plus my mother has been up my butt about so many things.
Good news: I have a job interview next thursday! Hopefully with more money will come less stress and more ability to write.
Bad news: I still haven’t done any of the things I said I would do. I am literally the worst, but no point in complaining. I’ll get it done eventually, don’t ya’ll worry, and I’ll be back in the ballgame as soon as I can, I promise <3
is it bad that I’m kind of enjoying the lack of stress that comes with not having a job but still being able to live with my parents without social stigma attached?
this is it. my masterpiece. this is the best request i will ever receive and probably the greatest thing i will ever draw
the idea is that they are all on competing teams in the same league but after they smash each other up at the derby they go and get drinks together and they’re best friends don’t look at me
Life has been pretty sucky the past couple of weeks. I’m kind of floundering, but I want ya’ll to know I check this blog every single day, even if I don’t manage to answer all messages or work up the courage to message the people I keep meaning to (The same people I keep tagging here). I am in my drafts right now and I finally do have the courage for messaging people and I’m gonna post some drafts and some open starters and some closed starters and maybe some headcanons and holy moly
yeah it’s sexual sunday i’m gonna get me some of that too
so like this or message me to add yourself to the list of things maria needs to do. hehe, list of things maria needs to do
"You could say that," Eomer stroked his chin. "Though I’m sure the regular watchman is around here, somewhere. Well met, my lady Estella. What are you doing awake at such a late hour?"
He took a seat on a bench sitting outside the closed tavern, and patted the space next to him with a smile.
The girl wrapped the wings of dark wool around herself and sat, pushing her hood back a little so that the light fell on her face. She was pretty enough, with pale hair and eyes blue enough to be discerned even by moonlight, and a pleasant smile.
"I like to walk along this street when I cannot sleep. The watchman looks after me. Sometimes I bring something hot to drink and we talk if the night is still and quiet."
The silence between them fell softly for a moment, and Eomer found himself comfortable sitting quietly without a word.
"That is very kind of him," he murmured, and leaned back on his hands. "And very kind of you, as well. How often do you come out here?"
There was someone there, hiding, and Eomer’d be damned if he was knifed in an alleyway in New York. At least…not a second time. He removed his jacket and loosened his tie, fixed his class ring should he need to punch someone in the face, and stepped into the darkened alleyway.
"Who the hell is there?" he called out again, not letting the nervousness show on his face when the sound of his voice bounced around the small area. A few more steps, eyes peeled, he noticed the movement from the ground. "Who the fuck are you?"
Eomer took up a stance a few steps back, ready for an attack. The suit indicated this stranger was no homeless guy or drug addict, but that just worried Eomer all the more.
Aren watched, holding his breath. The man was prepared for violence- well prepared, if anything. His preparation in itself was to be applauded. Slowly, he got to his feet, slipping out of the shadows.
His gun was at his hip, though it was hidden by his long coat. Aren wondered if the man would turn into an aggressor, or if he would stop.
"Turn and walk away," He stated calmly, then fell silent- if the man did oblige, that would make things much easier.
Eomer scoffed and dropped his coat on the ground, folded his arms. If the air between them had been cold before, it was frozen now. .
"I’m pretty sure I asked first," he straightened his back in an attempt to look menacing. Being 6’2" might’ve helped. "And now I have to wonder if you’re following me. So I’ll ask again. Who the fuck are you???”
I have 2 questions:
1. Who here has read the Merry Gentry series?
2. Who here would want to rp Merry Gentry stuff?
Ways to be supportive of your child after they have lost their job due to a poor decision according to my mother: Threaten to kick them out if they don’t get a new job within a month, demand they go on an antidepressant, and tell them that YOU are the ONLY ONE who’s EVER supported them, who’s EVER loved them, really, and talk shit about their other parent.