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MY PARENTS CAR OVERHEATED ON THE WAY TO THE AIRPORT

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Me, repeatedly: hey I need to go to bed early since I'm driving 12 hours starting at 2 am tomorrrow

My parents, ignoring this,

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Is there any chance anyone could spare 69$ (lmao I know) for me to get my electric bill up to date so my landlord gives me my security deposit back?

Cash app: $juneheartstar

Venmo: @catsassfrass

PayPal: jaeda.mango@yahoo.com

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Trying to give my father grace bc his mom just died vs please stop taking your grief out as anger on me

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Is there any chance anyone could spare 69$ (lmao I know) for me to get my electric bill up to date so my landlord gives me my security deposit back?

Cash app: $juneheartstar

Venmo: @catsassfrass

PayPal: jaeda.mango@yahoo.com

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Is there any chance anyone could spare 69$ (lmao I know) for me to get my electric bill up to date so my landlord gives me my security deposit back?

Cash app: $juneheartstar

Venmo: @catsassfrass

PayPal: jaeda.mango@yahoo.com

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So writing is going to be scarce. I work until Friday, then Saturday at 2 amish I'm leaving to drive 10 hours by myself for vacation.

Following week I'll be on vacation which means I'll be spending a lot of time with family. Writing may or may not happen.

Following that I start back to school full time while also working full time. I can't garuntee a lot of activity ic or ooc but feel free to ask for my discord or hit me up in tumblr ims whenever!

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So stressed having to tell my manager that she messed up the schedule for me

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Violet purses her lips, trying to keep herself from being annoyed and failing.

"i don't have medical insurance and i don't have money to pay for medical care besides this." Her hand raises, taps the small first aid kit. "so this will just have to do."

She sighs, carding a hand through her thick, dark hair.

"not to be cliche but you really should see the other guy."

@narrativeobsession whispered: "it looks were than it is." Violet DeVolay says, attempting to brush off the bloody nose she holds a swatch of cloth to and the split lip that still dribbled blood down her chin. One eye is swollen nearly shut. "don't worry about it." // unprompted

❝'worse than it is?', you say, and you've still got a swollen eye and a split lip.❞ ramona is no stranger to injuries, she's suffered from quite a few in her lifetime. they were wounds someone as simple as a college student shouldn't be receiving, wounds that should've killed her, but unfortunately, that's why she has experience with this sort of thing. maybe a swollen eye and a split lip isn't as bad as violet says, for even ramona has dealt with worse, but that does not prevent her from trying to dote. 

❝are you sure you don't want to go to urgent care to get it looked at?❞ she asks, holding a small first-aid kit. ❝if you'd like, i can drive you down there. no need for an ambulance for that sort of shit, or an uber. i'll do it for free.❞ she wonders where the nearest clinic is, and if she has the gas money to take them there. but hey, she just wants to see violet get taken care of. 

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"late last night and the night before..."

narrativeabducted, a independent multimuse roleplay blog featuring scifi/alien abduction horror ocs.

an exploration in lost memories, missing time, what it means to be a "person", questioning reality, and having no one believe what happened to you

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"tommyknockers, tommyknockers, knocking at my door"

narratively stolen by junestar

"i want to go out, but i don't know if i can. 'cause i'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.”"

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I'm tired grandpa

(I want to make my other multi into not a sideblog too)

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It pauses, seems to think. It's considering Castiel's words, Castiel's request. And then it smiles, shrugs shoulders that are not its own, and nods.

"if you so insist, castiel."

There is a moment of movement, of change. For only a moment something close to truth is realized in its form, a squirming, undulating and pulsating thing of shadow and icy cold before a new form is taken. This is one it feels comfortable in, an old form that it has used for as long as it can remember. It's tall with grayish skin and long white hair that hangs past its shoulders. Its eyes are swirling blue and it wears a cape in nearly the same shade.

"does this satisfy you? does this give you respect, castiel?"

he studies the off-kilter face moonbeam wears with intensity, but it's not hostile. not yet. the simulated hues of green glistening with interest as it open its mouth to speak to him. it almost felt perverse. castiel doesn't answer it right away, merely allowing his brows to furrow in the being's direction ─ the low, faux dean winchester-voice still echoing inside his head. irks him.

but when the angel decides to speak again, it's quieter ; almost but not quite a confession. ' i do care deeply for him. ' and then he finally moves, stepping himself slightly to the side and more out of reach. trying to reclaim some space. ' i am not angry. you are not cruel, moonbeam. but you don't belong here in this form ─ if you wish to understand me, you must not become him. ' because becoming a counterfeit version of the man castiel knows won't teach moonbeam anything - if anything it only reminded castiel of what he could lose. ' i only ask, as one celestial creation to another, that you show respect. '

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Not me giving my manager a very clearly written schedule of when I can and can't work during the school year and her totally ignoring it and putting me on the schedule during school hours

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"d-don't hate on lipton t-too much, it's, uh, a-america's favorite tea. says r-right on it." Cove says, mildly. A beat, and then he smiles. "...no, you're r-right, it's uh, not v-very good."

Green tea was favored by Cove nowadays, but he'll drink the tea only because drinking hot water plain seems awful to him. He's reminded of hot summer days as a kid, leaving a water bottle in the car and then coming back. His dad making him drink the sun heated water. Cove adds a teabag to his mug alongside the water and sits.

"n-no bugs, good. touristy places are sort of n-notiorious for them s-so. good t-to check. and uh, it's s-summer, so..." Cove fumbles a little through the small talk. He can be decent at it if he needs to be, but tends to avoid it when he can. Especially when there's business to be done. He fiddles absently with his sunglasses but doesn't take them off.

He watches Howard closely, not allowing his emotions to show on his face even as his mind races with each word that comes out of the man's mouth. So many possibilities, the fact that Howard knows enough about him to know what his major way, there's so much going on inside Cove's head that he feels like he might explode if the man doesn't stop talking and allow him to get a word in.

Finally he does trail off and Cove speaks almost immediately, asking what he feels is the most pressing question.

"who is it exactly th-that you're looking f-for? their n-name?" He reaches down and starts adjusting things on the tray sat on the coffee table. His own mug, the thermos, even Howard's mug so they're all tilted and pointed the same way.

Mmmmkay, this guy passed the first vibe check -- at least he's not a vampire. Unless vampires over here has no issues with motel doors given the 'implicit welcome' theory. Fuck, Howard didn't think of that, did he? A motel's not a house not a home not a sanctuary not holy.

Plus it hosted him so why would any other vampires find it difficult to cross the threshold?

Well if he gets down to boogie, Howard's still got some rugby in him.

"Actually, scratch that," He closed the door behind Cove, browsing the selection of drinks on the kitchenette in his room. "Lipton. Goodness me, no wonder nobody likes tea in this country." He lifted the whole tray, setting it down on a coffee table near them.

"Huge room for the price. I've checked, no bugs." Howard shot him a gormless smile. "Please, have a seat."

Here's where the how are you? How's the weather? Ah, it was chucking it down earlier hasn't it? would be had he been anywhere across the pond from here, but nothing about Cove reads as if he could tolerate even a word of small talk let alone a British one.

"I won't bore you with the details but in my search for my missing guy I came across a whitepaper about some--" He waved vaguely. "--dark energy and relativity in space-time-- something. Those kinds of things that goes to Kavli for extra grants funding, not the furtherance of science, you know what I mean."

Howard placed an empty mug in front of Cove, and then himself. He poured hot water but nothing else in. If it was going to all taste like water, might as well drink water.

"The physicists, they..." He looked away. Something about Cove stings, like a nice walk under a blasting Mallorca sun. He missed that feeling. He missed how the sun felt like. "...know where the person I'm looking for had gone but refused to tell me where I should be looking. I would've compelled them but I didn't want to jeopardise this further. But I got your name out of them, for some reason."

"Turns out you made it into a career. Bit of a diversion from your major but life is always funny like that." so warm. so warm. so nice and warm. august summer. "Are you willing to take this case? Name your price; I'll get them in clean cash. No trail, no fuss."

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Something like... He doesn't remember his former reality at this point so the time loop thing just seems normal to him. Like yeah each day is the same day and nothing new ever happens but that's just life y'know?

Uh guy who pissed off a god and is stuck in a time loop of sorts

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My sprained ankle is not getting better... Low-key worried something might be broken maybe in my foot or smth. But it's just still so painful and swollen even almost ten days later

I want to see if I could get an X-ray but I'm going on vacation next week and I'm not going to the beach with a cast so like

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"jesus said he'd go before, and come back when the house is finished..."

narrativeworshiped, a independent multimuse roleplay blog featuring religious horror ocs set in a rewrite of the cw's supernatural universe

an exploration of inherited shame, what it means to be “chosen”, who deserves to be forgiven, flipping the script and wondering what tradition really is

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"all this sin and wagin' war..."

narratively continued by junestar (28, they/them) - promo credit: @local-meme-source

"...my god's comin' any minute."