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Yay we're back up!
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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
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Bumpity
Bump :/
I was thinking of making a RP that involved addicts and troubled teens from all wakes of life, in a support group. You can choose an addict, a cancer survivor, a war veteran, a single teen mom, or anything you feel the need to play. They meet every two days in a high school auditorium, where they perform songs, and give advice to one another on stage, and then they hang out at a local teens club afterward.
It's a rough outline, but what do you think?
It's a rough outline, but what do you think?
Riley drew herself very close to Corey as they exited the truck and walked up to the sketchy gates. She knew that it probably seemed like she was clinging to him like some sort of slut, but really, she was clinging to him because he was all that she knew, as safety. He was honestly the only safety she had known for a long time, and as a mentor, he had saved her life.
As they actually entered, she too reached down and ran her fingers through Magnus' hair, around the back of his head. He was also some sort of comfort for her, and she could see, most of the time why he was the mascot of the little group of misfits. He helped so much with nerves, that he was better than a drug, most of the times. She glanced down at him, and drew herself even closer to Corey, if humanly possible, as he finally asked her what she wanted to do.
"Um…W-what do you normally do at these things? Like…do you…do you just go and sit on a wall somewhere and talk?", she asked innocently, flinching heavily as a random stranger passed them, and ran fingers through her hair. She absentmindedly grabbed Corey's jacket, her cheek brushing the denim momentarily, as she glanced around, "Something…fun and dangerous…"
As she stated her last words, she removed her face from his side, and straightened, "Sorry…"
As they actually entered, she too reached down and ran her fingers through Magnus' hair, around the back of his head. He was also some sort of comfort for her, and she could see, most of the time why he was the mascot of the little group of misfits. He helped so much with nerves, that he was better than a drug, most of the times. She glanced down at him, and drew herself even closer to Corey, if humanly possible, as he finally asked her what she wanted to do.
"Um…W-what do you normally do at these things? Like…do you…do you just go and sit on a wall somewhere and talk?", she asked innocently, flinching heavily as a random stranger passed them, and ran fingers through her hair. She absentmindedly grabbed Corey's jacket, her cheek brushing the denim momentarily, as she glanced around, "Something…fun and dangerous…"
As she stated her last words, she removed her face from his side, and straightened, "Sorry…"
Travis breathed a small sigh of relief at the explanation, but narrowed his eyes, not sure if he wanted Shan away from him just yet. However, she nodded, as if she was hanging onto every word Matt said. Travis couldn't help but feel that he was missing something. He was completely oblivious to the obvious relationship that was right in front of him. Maybe he was just attempting to ignore it, and act like he hadn't lost out…to a rival.
Frowning, he grabbed Shan's arm, and lifted her with some effort from her squatting position. He wrenched her backpack from her shoulders, and shoved her gun into her hands, before shouldering said backpack with a smirk, "You look tired…", he explained.
"I'm fine…", she signed, rolling her eyes. She quickly took her spot beside Matt's side, before the group began their trek across to the post office. It was uneventful enough for her, only a couple of stray and slow walkers followed them up to the door. There wasn't even tension, as Travis pulled his hand back, and shattered a tiny window, causing the walkers to growl lazily and start their move toward the rag tag group. Shan closed her eyes, clinging one hand to Matt's front, and the other hand lay loosely on Travis' back, gaining safety in their dual presence.
"And home awaits, ladies…", Travis chimed, turning back in time to kick a walker away from Shan's side as she stood in front of Matt, her eyes suddenly clenched shut, "Gettin' a little slow in your age, Cap'n. Thought you were takin' care of her…"
Shan rolled her eyes, dragging Matt behind her into the darkness of the post office. Travis simply stood, glaring at the couple as it sunk in more, just how much he had lost her, while he was gone. He followed them in, aiming to survive what promised to be an awkward night...
Frowning, he grabbed Shan's arm, and lifted her with some effort from her squatting position. He wrenched her backpack from her shoulders, and shoved her gun into her hands, before shouldering said backpack with a smirk, "You look tired…", he explained.
"I'm fine…", she signed, rolling her eyes. She quickly took her spot beside Matt's side, before the group began their trek across to the post office. It was uneventful enough for her, only a couple of stray and slow walkers followed them up to the door. There wasn't even tension, as Travis pulled his hand back, and shattered a tiny window, causing the walkers to growl lazily and start their move toward the rag tag group. Shan closed her eyes, clinging one hand to Matt's front, and the other hand lay loosely on Travis' back, gaining safety in their dual presence.
"And home awaits, ladies…", Travis chimed, turning back in time to kick a walker away from Shan's side as she stood in front of Matt, her eyes suddenly clenched shut, "Gettin' a little slow in your age, Cap'n. Thought you were takin' care of her…"
Shan rolled her eyes, dragging Matt behind her into the darkness of the post office. Travis simply stood, glaring at the couple as it sunk in more, just how much he had lost her, while he was gone. He followed them in, aiming to survive what promised to be an awkward night...
I'm CDT...and so is Shelton. I think that's -5 GMT.
Bloop bloop. Our time zones are screwing us up a bit lol
Always happy to help with the insomnia, babe. <3
*dances around the room*
*dances around the room*
Bloop Bloop....
*is randomly just here...and slaps Shelton on the ass, before running away*
Just dropping iiiiin!
*is randomly just here...and slaps Shelton on the ass, before running away*
Just dropping iiiiin!
Riley glanced up at Corey when he stepped out and began speaking to her. She reached a hand out and brushed her fingers along Magnus' side as he passed. Corey didn't know that she honestly didn't say anything to Howard. She simply felt uncomfortable with him touching her disgusting wounded arm.
Since he returned pretty quickly, Riley stood up from her place on the steps and stood next to the door, waiting silently on the others. While she stood there, she slowly opened the box in her hand, and bit her lip. Her eyes slowly closed, and she picked the bracelet out of its home inside the small square prison, "Really…", she whispered, turning the bracelet over in her fingers. She let out a shaky sigh, slipping it onto her good wrist, and peered through the door to see the others finally heading her way.
"He's coming…", she whispered softly, smiling a bit. At least she hadn't ended up making him feel like he needed to leave the group. If anyone did, it was herself. She was just about to shyly call shotgun, when Declan beat her to it. Her shoulders slumped and she followed Madison into the back, careful to keep her arms in her lap, where her elbows wouldn't brush anyone on accident. She stared up at the mirror in between the two men, glancing at both their faces, and then simply stared at the console in front of her.
Since he returned pretty quickly, Riley stood up from her place on the steps and stood next to the door, waiting silently on the others. While she stood there, she slowly opened the box in her hand, and bit her lip. Her eyes slowly closed, and she picked the bracelet out of its home inside the small square prison, "Really…", she whispered, turning the bracelet over in her fingers. She let out a shaky sigh, slipping it onto her good wrist, and peered through the door to see the others finally heading her way.
"He's coming…", she whispered softly, smiling a bit. At least she hadn't ended up making him feel like he needed to leave the group. If anyone did, it was herself. She was just about to shyly call shotgun, when Declan beat her to it. Her shoulders slumped and she followed Madison into the back, careful to keep her arms in her lap, where her elbows wouldn't brush anyone on accident. She stared up at the mirror in between the two men, glancing at both their faces, and then simply stared at the console in front of her.
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