#dollwrote

[metalsiren-a]

"hey, fuck marry kill: pete steele, dave mustaine, james hetfield. no passes."

𝐮𝐠𝐡.  𝐰𝐡𝐲  𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤  𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞.  the  big  four  had  never  been  her  source  of  inspiration,  never  been  something  that  sawyer  had  found  to  be  something  she'd  willingly  listen  to.  of  course,  there  was  respect  there,  the  fact  that  metallica,  megadeth,  slayer  and  anthrax  had  brought  metal  to  the  forefront  in  the  americas  wouldn't  ever  go  unnoticed.  and  she  knew  to  say  she  knew  none  of  any  of  their  discographies  would  have  her  crucified.  sawyer's  gaze  narrowed  towards  her  friend,  pushing  her  tongue  to  the  inside  of  her  cheek  in  thought  before  finally  answering,    ❛  i'd  ...  kill  dave  mustaine,  fuck  peter  steele  and  —  ❜  sawyer  then  shrugged,  knowing  she  didnt  need  to  think  on  the  final  reply,  ❛  i  guess  marry  james  hetfeild.  he  kinda  looks  like  a  giant  teddy  bear  anyway.  ❜

[deathwrote]

Chaya חַיָה.  (CH like in Chanukah) Thirty-five. She/her. GMT-5.

Best contact is through discord, which is available for ALL mutuals (don’t be afraid to ask!) I really can't stand tumblr IMs because half the time, I don't even get a notification and your reply only shows up on mobile. I do have google docs for all roleplay blogs which have my rules and about. This blog is for occasional OOC posts, but mostly announcements about activity, where I'm writing, etc.

@badclown // The Joker // DCEU I consider Joker to be my main blog, but I'm low activity at present.

@hrlnqnzll // Harley Quinn // DCEU (sideblog to badclown) low activity

@visakanya // Poison Ivy // Detective Comics (sideblog to badclown) low activity

@slnakyle // Catwoman // DCEU (sideblog to badclown & under construction) low activity

@swampbath // June Moone // DCEU no current activity; will return soon

@dollwrote // James Finlay // musician OC no current activity

@thcrapist // Sadie Horowitz // therapist OC no current activity

@helaenaes // Helaena Targaryen // HOTD low activity

@stxsis // Commander Shepard // Mass Effect rebooting in progress

comprehensive directory. personal blog.

[badclown]

tl;dr is i'm putting together a new oc blog over at @dollwrote.

i'm just going through a lot irl rn and i have been for a little over a month now. i'm in a situation where i can't really do anything about what's going on and i just have to kind of hunker down and wait, and despite having a very supportive family and excellent therapist and really great friends who have stuck by me, it's been a really traumatic month or so and i'm not doing very well emotionally. i've been channeling all of that into rp because it gives me something positive and productive and creative to push all of that emotion into and allows me to hyperfocus and not think about things i can't do anything about. i know this has meant that i've been manic about what blogs i'm on, but whatever. i'm making another one. if you're interested in interacting with a celebrity musician, go follow her.

[asecondletter]

Suddenly I remember

The three deer

I once saw in a meadow.

With their soft heads hidden in the tall grass.

And how it felt like I was saying goodbye to a dream I'd always had.

As each of their quiet steps took them further and further away from me.

Each step I did not take to follow

An apology.

Each step a goodbye.

Deer belong in the meadow, momma.

Deer belong in the past.

Oh, to have the grace to make my peace with it. To have the Grace at all.

[metalsiren-a]

@dollwrote continued from here.

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬,  not  intending  to  let  true  feelings  come  to  light.  but  it  was  too  late  now,  everything  out  in  the  open  at  a  uncomfortable  level  that  sawyer  felt  every  second  turn  into  hours.  swallowing,  her  eyes  stayed  on  james,  never  letting  them  leave  even  for  an  instant  out  of  fear  that  if  she  looked  back  she'd  be  gone.  but  the  silence  between  them  was  becoming  agonizing,  sawyer  internally  screaming  for  her  to  say  something,  anything.  a  part  of  her  knew  that  the  blonde  probably  didn't  feel  the  same,  didn't  feel  as  though  sawyer  was  more  than  just  a  friend.

when  james  finally  spoke,  sawyer's  stomach  plummeted,  her  fear  coming  to  light  and,  before  she  could  stop  herself,  her  hand  reached  out  to  grab  james'  wrist,  ❛  jamie,  wait  —  ❜  the  tone  of  her  voice  was  pleading,  gently  tugging  her  back  but  if  james  really  wanted  to  she  could  break  free,  ❛  c'mon.  talk  to  me,  please?  ❜