#phone calls // ooc

[pete-spankoffski]

[ There was a fuzzy feeling in his brain, pulling himself up to his bed after throwing up. He clutches Mezzo close to his chest, and cries into the fabric. He scratches at his hands, almost harsh enough to break skin but of course he’s careful.

He brings his legs to his chest, Mezzo laying on his legs. Petes phone laid nearby, the cats waiting outside his door as he had shut them out. He started slipping into little space, he buries his face into the plushie while digging his nails into it.

His knees tremble, the skin around his eyes hurt due to his glasses frame being pushed against it. Pete whimpers quietly, pressing his back against the hard wall. They blink back more tears, which threatened to spill and do anyway. ]

[purpletyrant]

what

[misteria247]

Parole officer Paz and her little bastard charge Bill thoughts coming your way

Okay so Bill's staying with Paz and despite hating his situation he's a nosey little shit and he decides to observe Pacifica in her every day life. Mainly to kill boredom, and he notices a few things that are definitely different than when he'd seen her last time. For one thing she seems to have developed a hording problem. Pieces of scrap metal, gems, little chains and other knick knacks are all scattered around her house. As well as gloves and other useless things. She has books with little pine trees on them and pieces of art with glitter and other sparkling things. It's honestly annoying to him that she has all this stuff in places in her usually clean home. Another thing he notices is she's apparently on better terms with her dad, which is surprising. She always has a scheduled time for phone calls and will be on them for a good while much to his irritation. She also gets other phone calls from people and she's always looking forward to them, not paying much attention to him. (Which drives him up the wall). But the thing that irks him the most is the feeling of deja vu.

It's little things she does, little mannerisms and sayings she speaks. Things like sweet marmalade or what in the sam hell, and he hears it and it makes his teeth grind but he can't figure out why? This goes on for a bit and he grows more and more irritated with it until one day he catches her doing one of her little projects and she's got this expression on her face. One of concentration, with her tongue peeking out unconsciously as she handles a delicate piece of jewelry that it hits him. Because fuck he's seen that same exact expression.

Wayyyy back in the 80s.

On the one person who he can't stand at all.

Mother fucking Specs.

And it clicks and suddenly so much makes so much sense and are you fucking kidding me????? Kind of deal. He never saw this coming and now he's hellbent on finding out how the hell this brat became friends with Fiddleford H. Mcgucket of all people. Bill's not happy at all for the rest of the day, hell the week once he realizes this lol. Basically Fidds haunts his ass even after therapy Bill will never be free of Mcgucket and that to me would be super funny.

[rubctosis]

Inbox call // Since I’m at work, waiting - ᡣ𐭩 this for law to raid your inboxes. Will send at least 3. Depending.

[trashthrashiing]

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[foulrests]

hey lovelies i am just. very exhausted and a bit anxious over that, since i have so much work to do and a lot of content to study. i have my HSK1 test coming up next week and need to prepare for that as well. you might not see me until sunday, so consider this a very brief hiatus. i love you all though, thanks for distracting me with your art and writing ♡ be well.

[extravagantliar]

people who ask about dwarves and Judaism get a ticket to the good place

[solesoldier]

it’s frankly amazing and dumbfounding how little my family actually knows about me and how little they care to remedy that

[kn-1013]

working on some grade-A travis angst

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

@thuganomxcs replied: sounds like an APPLE product @s1lxcs replied: //you have an iphone, huh? lol oooff...

yeah yeah, go ahead and dunk on me for being an iphone user rather than having android/some other thing--

[tenebriism]

// INBOX CALL? It's quiet at work tonight, but the motivation for threads is minimal, at best. Please specify muse/fandom unless you're okay with a default or random one!

[chronal-anomaly]

in all my feelings again about publicity n overwatch. the sheer marketing aspect of it. covers of magazines, cartoons, interviews, random civilians grilling them. they're heroes, they're not politicians or bureaucrats. leaders in their fields and dressed in the overwatch blues.

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc: the following takes place some time after the last roadtrip thread posts and before any asks I've assigned with a "nebulous future" placement. Enjoy!)

[LEO'S PLACE, TORONTO, CANADA]

"I DON'T FEEL GOOD!"

As Stephen shouted out the last line, Kim let a grin cross her face; that had been a pretty decent performance, in her opinion. In the opinon of their audience too, it would seem, who were cheering and looking up at them eagerly for more. Kim was feeling pretty proud of herself- she'd apparently paced herself nicely for her bandmates, the crowd was soaking it up, and she could spot some familiar faces at the bar from her spot at the kit- each one enjoying themselves, even if it wasn't necessarily because of the band.

Ramona, Wallace, Joseph, Hollie, Neil- she thought she'd even caught a glimpse of Knives at some point or another, near the start of their set. If she let herself admit it, she was feeling warmed, even- genuinely touched to have so many people actively in her life, now. Sure, they still annoyed her, (and at least Wallace was there for Scott, she figured,) but they cared; she could afford them that luxury in turn.

So, when Stephen turned to face her, she didn't drop the grin- she even grinned a little brighter, amused by his brief shock. He shook his head and flashed a grin of his own, waving Scott over so he could be sure the bassist heard him.

"We're doing Herself The Elf next, got it?"

Scott gave him a thumbs up in response before getting back into position, beaming down at his bass. Kim gave him a nod, sitting up a little straighter with a twirl of her sticks; she was starting to get a little tired, but she had a few more in her- the show shouldn't last much longer, anyway. She waited for Stephen to give her a glance over his shoulder- the subtle signal to start- before Kim raised her sticks high over her head.

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"

Kim prepared to get right back into the flow of things, drumsticks already soaring down towards her instrument- when suddenly, she found herself interrupted by a loud crash, and an eeriee feeling of deja vu washed over her...

[stillsolo]

this is such a baby take but ppl who don't talk through tags low-key freak me out

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

oh no sorry you had a bad day. hope it gets better soon

have a cookie 🍪

(Thank you! I am doing much better today!

[lxmitlxss]

like this post if you would like me to scurry into you dms like the little rat i am to talk about our muses/plots/what have you