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[ Peep this, bitches. I’m considering moving this blog over to my main hub blog ]

#I'm gonna combine will and wilf onto one blog again #and just put it over there #because I miss them and I could see myself rping over here #but switching blogs is a hassle #so maybe I'll start doing that #* ooc

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     “ What about for those of us that can’t read? What’s their message? “ 

#* ic #* dash comm #[ wh ] #[ you can read don't make people think you can't- ]

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my coworker and I invented a new activity called Knife Karaoke this morning and it’s going to be all the rage

#[ absurd ] #* isms #* aes

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ask my character about anyone in their life!

playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!

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Day Three: Favorite Things

Idk if I’m supposed to keep tagging @projectdarkstache or not lol

Dark and Wilford love to get icecream on summer nights! Wilford always makes a mess so this time dark was prepared lol

#* ship | our future's certain; I won't let it fade away

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Day Two: Flowers

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Btw the flowers all have meanings!

Sweet William: we all know what it means

Pink carnation: I’ll never forget you

Forget-me-not: true love memories, don’t forget me

Red rose: love, I love you

Red camellia: you’re a flame in my heart

Morning glory: affection

I was going to add zinnia cause that means “thoughts of absent friends” but it doesn’t fit the color scheme so yee! And another thing forgive me if the meanings are wrong! I found these meanings on a farmer’s almanac so if I’m wrong just don’t tell me

#* ship | our future's certain; I won't let it fade away

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this blog is an idiot positive zone. if ur a dumbass thats ok. this is a safe space for people w half a brain

#[ wilf supports people with half a brain bc he's one of them ] #* isms

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It’s unfortunate that Sundays are such bad days for inspiring productivity. Sometimes, Sundays in particular, just after the work week ends and just before the cycle begins all over again, there’s just not enough motivation to accomplish things that one now has the chance to accomplish with an entire day to themselves. 

And, in circumstances like these, it’s not uncommon for someone to start doing a little spring cleaning and to then stop halfway through, suddenly sitting cross-legged on the floor and going through the dustiest old box anyone might have ever laid eyes on. It’s also not so strange for there to be an old photo album or two to come out of such a dusty box.

And... maybe Wilford’s not motivated enough to keep himself from flipping through pages and pages of old, sepia-toned photographs of times long past. Even if it does make him a little sad. Hm.

#* ic #* muse update #[ anyway I think wilf's a little melancholy today ]

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#* isms

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☾ The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Sentence Starters

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.”

“My nightmares are usually about losing you. I’m okay once I realize you’re here.”

“Poor [name]. Is this the first time in your life you haven’t looked pretty?”

“At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.”

“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.”

“[Name] is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.”

“Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked [name].”

“He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets.”

“I swear if you cry, I’ll kill you here and now.”

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever.”

“Because sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them.”

“Because I’m selfish. I’m a coward. I’m the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die.”

“Everything beautiful brings her to mind.”

“Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel.”

“I do think you’re mad and I’ll still go with you.”

“Well, I can’t leave [name] behind. She’s one of the few people who actually likes me.”

“Whatever it takes to break you.”

“Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness.”

“I don’t see that it makes that much difference. They’ll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.”

“They can’t hurt me, I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.”

“Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.”

“I don’t like self righteous people.”

“You know, I think this is the first time we’ve ever done anything normal together.”

#[ I think catching fire used to be my favorite] #[ I'll be around eventually ] #* prompts

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pick-up lines!

all of the lines below are taken from this video. mixture of fluffy & nsfw, but mostly nsfw.

“if you were a transformer, you’d be optimus fine.” 

“there will be only seven planets left in the solar system after i destroy your anus.” 

“i’m glad i’m cross-eyed because i can see you twice.” 

“when i do push-ups, my nose touches the ground first.” 

[points to mouth] “this seat isn’t taken.”

“let’s go to your place, [insert person here] is at mine.” 

“if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cutecumber.” 

“are you a drill sergeant? because you have my privates standing at attention.” 

“if you were a household appliance, what would you be? i would be a washer because that’s the only way i’m getting your panties wet.” 

“smile if you want to have sex with me.” 

“um, excuse me, does my tongue taste funny to you?” 

“you remind me of my shower because i want to cry inside you every morning.” 

“you’re just like a wine tasting. they say to spit, but i prefer to swallow.” 

“you remind me of my pinky toe; you’re smart, cute, and i’m going to bang you on my coffee table later.” 

“ask me why i’m so tired. it’s because i’ve been kegeling all day.”

“can you do telekinesis? because you made a part of me move without even touching it.” 

“i’m hung like a tic tac; want to freshen your breath?” 

“you have a shovel? because i’m digging that ass.” 

“how do you like your sausage in the morning? scrambled or blown?” 

“i lost my keys; can i check your pants?” 

“with school, i just wanna get a’s. but with you, i want an f.” 

“hey, can you tell me what your name is so i know what to scream tonight?”

“did you have lucky charms for breakfast? because you look magically delicious.” 

“i’m peanut butter, you’re the jelly. let’s have sex.” 

“do you want to give me an australian kiss? it’s like a french kiss but down under.” 

“looks like i’ve dropped something.” [mouth unhinges] “my jaw.” 

“pick a number between one and ten.” [without giving the other person any time.] “you lose, now take off your clothes.” 

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My whole life is a struggle between “dont let anybody find out what a fucking monster you are” and “people would get their shit together if they knew who they were dealing with”

#* isms

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so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

#* ship | our future's certain; I won't let it fade away

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#anyway I got back on one of my other canon blogs and immediately hated every second #SO #I'm back #* ooc

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Extending Empathy Starters

“I don’t know what the fuck to do to help but… I’m here.”

“You’re not a talker, I know… but, I’ve got you.”

“Up here all alone… wanna talk about it?”

“Consider this a peace offering and an invitation to talk.”

“Now, I know I’ve been… well me, but gimme five minutes.”

“I understand you more than you might think.”

“Been there before… sort of. It’s not the best thing.”

“You don’t have to say anything. You can show me instead.”

“Nothing says talking over woes like having a drink in questionable places.”

“You’re stuck with me for as long as it takes to get through this.”

“You don’t get how I’m feeling! Stop pretending like you do!”

“I’m awful with this stuff but I’m always open to trying.”

“No one deserves going through this alone.”

“When you’re ready. I can wait. Don’t force yourself.”

“When did you suddenly start caring?”

“Just because I’m an asshole, doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

“No! That’s not what I meant, or how, I’m just… trying okay?”

“This touchy feely talking about yourself crap wasn’t okay growing up alright?”

“Even I can tell when you’re being bitchier than normal. What’s up?”

“You’re right, I don’t understand, but I’m willing to make that attempt.”

“Oh it’s all doom, gloom and irreparable despair? Try me.”

“It’s going to hurt, but the release will be worth it.”

“You’re upset, I can tell.”

“How do you always know when I’m in a mood?”

“There’s… some weird thing with you. It feels… safe. Talking about things.”

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