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Yay we're back up!
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1 yr ago
Rawr.
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2 yrs ago
The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
2 yrs ago
Marathon training started today, and it's just as painful as I expected. Wahh. But I do feel a bit better than I do on my normal run. Pain - Bad. Runners high from a long run? Great.
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So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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Bio
Hi!
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.
Current Favorite Song
Literal Loves Of My Life
Love Yourself First
Most Recent Posts
I'm excited to DO THIS SHIT. It's party time...and I'm already drinkin' without you guys :D
Like I said...92 years...
BAAAAABE!
*glomps*
It's been 92 years...
*glomps*
It's been 92 years...
I'm pretty finished posting at the moment. Shelton wanted us to do a conversation before everyone moved forward, so that he could be here for that. We aren't speed posting as much as we are getting the convo out of the way, which it is now :)
Writing some scenes for her upset me. I think that's a sign of a good RP. When you can relate so much to your character that you start to feel bad for them, or it's hard to churn out just a post. Instead, the post has to be PERFECT. I love it. I hope you're all enjoying the RP as much as I am, because I think Shelton will be thrilled when he gets back tomorrow night :D
Riley frowned at his explanation to her question, and simply nodded sadly. She knew exactly what he meant by not letting the group see him, and keeping himself away. She was the same. They knew about her issues and still yet, she didn't want them in her face about it. She bit her lip, as silence engulfed them, but suddenly began to blush and grow weary as she noticed his eyes on her most vulnerable part of her body.
"Um…", she whispered, her voice shaky and her eyes misty. She didn't know how to answer the age old question 'are you okay?'. It was one that she had heard probably thousands of times from people who didn't know her, and sometimes…from her own stupid parents, before she left. Still yet, there was no easy answer. She was okay, essentially. She didn't see her self-harm as an issue that should be solved, but rather as a coping mechanism for all of the anger and frustration. It was a release that none of them could understand, and yet they tried. They tried to change her, in their own way, and they tried to convince her that she was sick. Thinking about it, she grew even angrier. If they really cared for her, they would leave her alone about it, "I don't need help…"
She said the words slowly, bringing her wrist up to rest against her chest, as if she was hugging it. She frowned, a bit confused, and shook her head, "I…I think this is a bad idea…", she whispered, her brain begging her to find somewhere silent to 'practice' and to relax her nerves, "I think I'm going to go…um…"
She stopped, realizing she had nowhere to go without the little group. She was a ways away from her parents, who wouldn't take her in without the therapy, anyways. Her hands shaking, she settled, deciding that she would find a place in a bit, perhaps at the party, to let her frustrations out on herself. She massaged the bandana, which held her favorite blade in its folds, and sniffled a bit, "Nevermind…"
"Um…", she whispered, her voice shaky and her eyes misty. She didn't know how to answer the age old question 'are you okay?'. It was one that she had heard probably thousands of times from people who didn't know her, and sometimes…from her own stupid parents, before she left. Still yet, there was no easy answer. She was okay, essentially. She didn't see her self-harm as an issue that should be solved, but rather as a coping mechanism for all of the anger and frustration. It was a release that none of them could understand, and yet they tried. They tried to change her, in their own way, and they tried to convince her that she was sick. Thinking about it, she grew even angrier. If they really cared for her, they would leave her alone about it, "I don't need help…"
She said the words slowly, bringing her wrist up to rest against her chest, as if she was hugging it. She frowned, a bit confused, and shook her head, "I…I think this is a bad idea…", she whispered, her brain begging her to find somewhere silent to 'practice' and to relax her nerves, "I think I'm going to go…um…"
She stopped, realizing she had nowhere to go without the little group. She was a ways away from her parents, who wouldn't take her in without the therapy, anyways. Her hands shaking, she settled, deciding that she would find a place in a bit, perhaps at the party, to let her frustrations out on herself. She massaged the bandana, which held her favorite blade in its folds, and sniffled a bit, "Nevermind…"
I will post in a bit :) I'm about to head into work, but I get an hour off for lunch.
It's kinda okay for us to post the scene through, even though it seems like we are getting super ahead, because everyone else would be gearing up to leave, while they are talking. That way when Shelton gets home tomorrow, we are ready for the party :)
I PM'd you a question btw :)
It's kinda okay for us to post the scene through, even though it seems like we are getting super ahead, because everyone else would be gearing up to leave, while they are talking. That way when Shelton gets home tomorrow, we are ready for the party :)
I PM'd you a question btw :)
Riley smiled politely at Madison, biting her lip as she shrugged and accepted the fact that she was going to something that the rest found fun. She was never much of a rambunctious one as a kid, or even now, as a teenager. She had never gone to parties like these, and the sheer thought of drinking, and drugs sounded a bit off putting, but possibly exhilarating at the same time.
She didn't say any more, looking around at everyone's faces, before a note brushed against her hand. She frowned in confusion, and glanced to Howard, opening the small note. As she bit her lip, he stood and she simply shrugged, making it known that she was fine with the party. She wanted to fit in. She wanted to seem like she really loved it with these people. They understood her. They took her in when no one else did.
"I'll um…I'll be right back too…But I'm down for the party…", she stuttered out, looking up at Corey as if she was asking quick permission. She didn't wait for an answer, standing from the table with some effort. She kept her left wrist tucked close to her body, still nervous about the disapproving glances from everyone she had ever met, and then made her way toward the door, a bit behind Howard.
"Is this your thing?", she asked quietly as she stepped out onto the steps, her arms crossed uncomfortably across her chest. She stood still at the door for a few seconds, before a patron pushed her, rather hard, out of their way as they exited. She gave them a look, trying not to look too aggressive, and carefully took a seat beside Howard on the steps, "You're like…the…recluse of the group? How do you manage that, with this lot?"
She didn't say any more, looking around at everyone's faces, before a note brushed against her hand. She frowned in confusion, and glanced to Howard, opening the small note. As she bit her lip, he stood and she simply shrugged, making it known that she was fine with the party. She wanted to fit in. She wanted to seem like she really loved it with these people. They understood her. They took her in when no one else did.
"I'll um…I'll be right back too…But I'm down for the party…", she stuttered out, looking up at Corey as if she was asking quick permission. She didn't wait for an answer, standing from the table with some effort. She kept her left wrist tucked close to her body, still nervous about the disapproving glances from everyone she had ever met, and then made her way toward the door, a bit behind Howard.
"Is this your thing?", she asked quietly as she stepped out onto the steps, her arms crossed uncomfortably across her chest. She stood still at the door for a few seconds, before a patron pushed her, rather hard, out of their way as they exited. She gave them a look, trying not to look too aggressive, and carefully took a seat beside Howard on the steps, "You're like…the…recluse of the group? How do you manage that, with this lot?"
Voltus_Ventus said
Adorableism is what I do. :)
:D I have about an hour before work...so I'm going to churn out a post and stuff. I wasn't so sure about your 'opinion' of Riley at first, but now I find it adorable. So yes...you're good at adorableism...
Edit: Posted :D
I will post early tomorrow :)
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