A 5 month turn around to <24 hours, aww yeeeee
ALSO NEM WE NEED UR SKYPE SO U CAN CHATTER BOUT BUTTS WITH ME AND LEELEEEEEEE
ALSO NEM WE NEED UR SKYPE SO U CAN CHATTER BOUT BUTTS WITH ME AND LEELEEEEEEE
El Taco Taco
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Schist happens.
STATUS: 'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.' 8 yrs ago
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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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'There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?'
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'If Zoey Ashe had known she was being stalked by a man who intended to kill her and then slowly eat her bones, she would've worried more about that and less about getting her cat off the roof.'
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"And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that."
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"We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate
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To say that this was strange was something of an understatement.
To say that it was really god damn weird was closer, but didn’t quite encapsulate the situation. Samantha wasn’t sure if there even were words sufficient. The man on the porch was…well…odd. Not odd in the ‘living on the streets due to unmedicated mental illness’ but odd in a way that suggested he was perhaps on the way there. He had the look of hard living, clothes worn past their peak and long hair that was in dire need of a cut.
He also looked nothing like she imagined her captor might. That was enough to give Samantha pause. Not so much her father; he’d redirected his rifle squarely to the man’s center mass, finger resting alongside the trigger. Samantha hung back behind the screen door, keys still clasped to her chest, uncertain.
And then things got worse. The strange man whistled, sharper than she’d anticipated. She’d been listening to the farm, hunting for sounds of others, for rustling in grass or footsteps that heralded a trap. She flinched, a hand uselessly pressing an ear shut. Pain lanced through her skull, ringing in her head for a dizzying moment; and then another flinch at the bang of metal and plastic.
Then there were footsteps, so loud and she took a terrified step back. Could she outrun them? She was quicker than she looked, and the strange man was no spring chicken, but the footsteps had become a man who did look like he was living on the streets due to aforementioned unfortunate circumstances. Samantha held her breath as her father swept the rifle between them, shifting to plant himself more solidly in front of her. Samantha wanted to grab his hand and drag him away, slam the door and make this stop.
The stranger of the two spoke gruffly, voice thick and sentences clipped.
Help? She wasn’t sure she even wanted to know what help they could offer. Her father seemed less than impressed, and she could hear his heartbeat quicken. She tried to dim her hearing, but with adrenaline surging through her veins it was a useless endeavor.
“I don’t believe you,” Her father snarled, fixing the guns sights back on the first strange man. But Samantha had shifted, looking over her father’s shoulders to catch the man’s gaze. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, her knuckles white around the keys.
“I killed a boy,” she rasped, eyes stinging as her vision blurred. Her father swore, shushing her, but she couldn’t help the words from falling. “I didn’t mean to—I just wanted him to stop and I don’t know how I did it.”
To say that it was really god damn weird was closer, but didn’t quite encapsulate the situation. Samantha wasn’t sure if there even were words sufficient. The man on the porch was…well…odd. Not odd in the ‘living on the streets due to unmedicated mental illness’ but odd in a way that suggested he was perhaps on the way there. He had the look of hard living, clothes worn past their peak and long hair that was in dire need of a cut.
He also looked nothing like she imagined her captor might. That was enough to give Samantha pause. Not so much her father; he’d redirected his rifle squarely to the man’s center mass, finger resting alongside the trigger. Samantha hung back behind the screen door, keys still clasped to her chest, uncertain.
And then things got worse. The strange man whistled, sharper than she’d anticipated. She’d been listening to the farm, hunting for sounds of others, for rustling in grass or footsteps that heralded a trap. She flinched, a hand uselessly pressing an ear shut. Pain lanced through her skull, ringing in her head for a dizzying moment; and then another flinch at the bang of metal and plastic.
Then there were footsteps, so loud and she took a terrified step back. Could she outrun them? She was quicker than she looked, and the strange man was no spring chicken, but the footsteps had become a man who did look like he was living on the streets due to aforementioned unfortunate circumstances. Samantha held her breath as her father swept the rifle between them, shifting to plant himself more solidly in front of her. Samantha wanted to grab his hand and drag him away, slam the door and make this stop.
The stranger of the two spoke gruffly, voice thick and sentences clipped.
Help? She wasn’t sure she even wanted to know what help they could offer. Her father seemed less than impressed, and she could hear his heartbeat quicken. She tried to dim her hearing, but with adrenaline surging through her veins it was a useless endeavor.
“I don’t believe you,” Her father snarled, fixing the guns sights back on the first strange man. But Samantha had shifted, looking over her father’s shoulders to catch the man’s gaze. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, her knuckles white around the keys.
“I killed a boy,” she rasped, eyes stinging as her vision blurred. Her father swore, shushing her, but she couldn’t help the words from falling. “I didn’t mean to—I just wanted him to stop and I don’t know how I did it.”
Lemme get a post out first, I've got ideaaaaas.
Ooooooh! Well, I'm excited to hear how it goes <3 <3 <3
RIGHT??? I'm off to help a friend clean out his room and get organized...wish me luck!
RIGHT??? I'm off to help a friend clean out his room and get organized...wish me luck!
The Casanova quip did wonders for her nerves—anyone who could poke fun at themselves was aces in Carys’ book. Her lips twitched into their customary grin, her dimple making an appearance. Chase was kind enough to (re)introduce her to his friends, and she twitched her fingers in apologetic greeting, the embarrassed flush across her cheeks slowly receding. Mason, Ryan, Seth. She had to get it right next time if there even was one.
Looking back up to Chase ignoring the slight crick in her neck, Carys offered a bracing laugh. All the way out here was a stark reminder of just how foolish she had been, spacing out and exploring without even a thought for her personal safety. She hadn’t even brought mace; she knew better than to explore without it.
“I, uh, kind of got caught up in exploring?” Even Carys knew how ridiculous that sounded. “Admittedly, it’s not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
So much for that college degree, she nearly snorted aloud. Fingers pushing her bangs behind a pink ear, she nearly gaped at Chase’s offer. That was…unexpected, to say the least. She still couldn’t quite get over the strangeness of people actually owning cars. They’d always been such a hassle.
“Oh, um,” Carys began, suddenly aware that she’d just been looking surprised at Chase. “I mean, it’s not that big a deal, Google says I’m only like…fortyish minutes from my house that-a-ways,” she pointed over his shoulder, “I’d hate to trouble you; I mean, any more than I already have.”
Admittedly, it was a tempting offer. Even Carys, who had routinely walked over five miles a day for most of her adult life, was worn down. She brightened her smile, squaring her shoulders. It wouldn’t be that bad, she tried to tell herself. She’s spent countless days in university thriving after pulling all-nighters. Of course, she’d been eighteen and invincible then, but she dismissed that detail.
Looking back up to Chase ignoring the slight crick in her neck, Carys offered a bracing laugh. All the way out here was a stark reminder of just how foolish she had been, spacing out and exploring without even a thought for her personal safety. She hadn’t even brought mace; she knew better than to explore without it.
“I, uh, kind of got caught up in exploring?” Even Carys knew how ridiculous that sounded. “Admittedly, it’s not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
So much for that college degree, she nearly snorted aloud. Fingers pushing her bangs behind a pink ear, she nearly gaped at Chase’s offer. That was…unexpected, to say the least. She still couldn’t quite get over the strangeness of people actually owning cars. They’d always been such a hassle.
“Oh, um,” Carys began, suddenly aware that she’d just been looking surprised at Chase. “I mean, it’s not that big a deal, Google says I’m only like…fortyish minutes from my house that-a-ways,” she pointed over his shoulder, “I’d hate to trouble you; I mean, any more than I already have.”
Admittedly, it was a tempting offer. Even Carys, who had routinely walked over five miles a day for most of her adult life, was worn down. She brightened her smile, squaring her shoulders. It wouldn’t be that bad, she tried to tell herself. She’s spent countless days in university thriving after pulling all-nighters. Of course, she’d been eighteen and invincible then, but she dismissed that detail.
Pffft, it's all good homie. Never apologise for having to take care of things in the meat world.
Prhy is a gift.
Cmon, Leelee, drag Yorick in. Sammy needs her bestie. and also to swoon over Jonas with her bc dayuuuuuuum
Don't tempt me D:< I'll fuckin win, just watch me
I jest -hugs- Thanks for being so patient.
I jest -hugs- Thanks for being so patient.
I'm not going to be able to post tonight, but I will 100% post before the next 5 months is up.
:D
-worst rper ever-
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-worst rper ever-
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