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ooc: I guess I should formally announce my hiatus x)

anyone who wants to continue our thread on discord feel free to message me on there or here for my disco handle ♥

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wishlist:

Boe has just returned from World War II Japan. The war has ended. People are happy. He’s returned home to the wife he met a week before he signed up to be shipped out. Nearly four years later and she’s there to pick up her soldier. Him. In the course of two weeks they hardly leave the inn they’re forced to stay in until they find a home.

On a whim, he convinces her to take a honeymoon with him. It wasn’t necessarily easy getting overseas as the mess of the war in Europe was attempted to be cleaned up. Still, the Army and his days as a pilot have left him with a keen sense of doing whatever he wanted. To think he wanted to be a home builder.

What can be better than two, technically, newlyweds exploring the European world together. They sneak off into demolished castles. Keep away in their bed and breakfast. All is so good until it’s not.

Startling awake, Boe isn’t in the same bed he’s fallen asleep in. His side is emitting excruciating pain. Gun fire rings through the air. He’s outside. He’s nearly choking on a sob, assuming the end of the war had been a dream. There’s something that stops him though. He’s outside, but the world is dark. He manages to get up, hobble around until he’s out of the small tent. His eyes have to be playing a trick on him. Men. Horses. Men riding horses. Weapons. Weapons he’d seen in history books growing up or in his grandfathers hunting cabinet.

He wasn’t sure of much, but he was sure of something: He was no long in 1945.

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ooc: Monday morning my grandpa passed away. I’ve been out of town since them and hope to be back Friday or Saturday. Sorry for not getting to drafts. I feel terrible about because I love every thread and starters (for the people who wrote me one I’m extra sorry. they will be answered I promise!) that I have, but it’s out of my control right now.

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ooc: Monday morning my grandpa passed away. I’ve been out of town since them and hope to be back Friday or Saturday. Sorry for not getting to drafts. I feel terrible about because I love every thread and starters (for the people who wrote me one I’m extra sorry. they will be answered I promise!) that I have, but it’s out of my control right now.

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ooc: feeling 1,000 times better!! I’ll finally be back Monday afternoon-ish to reply to everything. We’re taking a trip to Solvang tomorrow and will be gone most of the day ♥

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Do you rp with multimuse blogs?

Absolutely!!! 100%. I pretty much rp with everyone x) I’m going to be making a starter call once I feel better and catch up on my drafts 💕

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ooc: sorry for disappearing for a few days. I seem to always get sick the week of thanksgiving so no surprise here loool

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nanlanmo‌:

Jessica’s nose wrinkled as her face is covered in sweaty kisses. Algebra is abandoned on the bleacher beside her as she leaned forward, catching his chin to press a quick kiss to his lips before he sat down. “You do.” she retorted with a laugh as she leaned forward, arms crossing in front of herself as she did. His comment has her laughing again, messy curls dancing around her shoulders as she shook her head. 

“Y’know, I’ve got a reputation to uphold, mister. You go announcin’ that I’m scammin’ on the star of the baseball team all that’s shot to shit!” Which is only half true. Most people didn’t even know her name until she and Boe started talking. But hey, a girl’s gotta have some sort of expectation for herself, doesn’t she? Thin fingers reach out to brush sweaty hair away from his eyes, “I told my Uncle I’ve got a study group tonight.” Mischief plays in her smile, “Feel like doin’ some studyin’?”

He scoffed at her words and pretended to be hurt. “Gee, didn’t know you were here to see Lucas. Let me just run to the locker room to get him for you,” he teased back, taking his glasses off. Boe tugged his sweat soaked shirt off and rubbed it over his damn face. Lucas, while he was the star of the team, sucked at baseball more than any other of the other guys on the team. But he had charisma and people ate that shit up like it was going out of style.

Her next words have him in a much better mood, though. He moves up the benches until he’s sitting beside her, his feet crossed at the ankles and stretched out. “Now who’s being the naughty one?” he asked, eyebrows raising. “I’m pretty sure dad’s gonna work me until the sun goes down, but I can pick you up around seven. Should I pack blankets?” he asked, hoping she was hinting at what he thought she was. If so, it was all the motivation he needed to get through the work he was sure to have endure after he got home.

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@nanlanmo || teen boe starter ♥

Once practice had ended, Boe turned toward the bleachers instead of toward the locker room like the rest of the guys. Even though his legs were already screaming at him, Boe jogged up the bleachers two at a time before climbing onto a bench and balancing his way toward his destination.

Hopping down one step, he leaned forward and began peppering kisses all over his girlfriends cheeks. “I probably stink,” he said, sitting down below her. “I’ll have you know it’s pretty damn distracting trying to practice knowing you’re sitting up here. Watching my every movie. Undressing me with your eyes.” Looking up at her, he grinned and rubbed his hand up and down her calf.

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motheriing‌:

starter call || @prayingfxryou

Smile was soft as she pushed a glass of Jack and coke towards him as an offering to speak with her. While she hadn’t gotten his name yet, Lisa had seen him a great number of times walking towards his class as she walked towards her second class of the day.

“I see you on campus all the time,” Lisa offered, welcoming lilt to her words. “I’m in the building across from yours.”

Parties weren’t typically his thing, but considering the host was his best friend and star of the baseball team he felt obligated. Which was bullshit since Boe was far better at the actual sport than anyone else on the team. Lucas just had the charisma. It’s then that he notices the blonde looking right at him.

“Oh,” he manages after a moment, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He’d been hiding out in the kitchen playing Angry Birds on his phone. “Oh, right. Yeah. You’re one of us luckier not so well off kids who have to live on campus.”

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ooc: i’m gonna be obsessed with young boe. watch.

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I mean???

where is the difference?

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ooc: gonna be working on younger boe icons and then ill be around to reply to everything

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prayingfxryou‌:

ooc: help who could play a teen/college aged Boe?

thoughts on dylan o’brien?

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[📲 • sms ] —— you looked really good today.

text messages.

@no-happi-endings

[txt - Doctor Lady] : I knew my ass looked good in these jeans[txt - Doctor Lady] : Also when did you see me??[txt - Doctor Lady] : Why didn’t you say hi??[txt - Doctor Lady] : Might’ve kiss ya

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ooc: help who could play a teen/college aged Boe?

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒

text messages.

@mcmachine

[txt - April] : i’m @ work[txt - April] : -smiley emoji-[txt - April] : can’t always reply so quickly but i try[txt - April] : should i bring home lunch?