because making dumb cap stuff is all i feel like doing anymore

12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 6)

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: HEY IT’S HERE, DON’T NEED TO HATE ME ANYMORE. Once more time I need to tell you guys how grateful I’m for having Alyssa as my beta writer! Please, please, go to her page @imyourliquor-youremypoison and tell her how much you’re thankful for making me suck less. And about the fic, it’s coming to an end guys :) THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD. You guys are the best! ♥ my ask is always open to hear about what you guys think.

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Never Forget (Part 5) - Steve Rogers

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You patch things up with Steve, but will Laurie take you back?

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst.

A/N: Well, this is not my best, but I still like this one. Hope you guys do too! Also, not my gif. Credit to the owner. You know the drill.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination


He answered after one ring. “Hello?” God, you missed his voice. 

“Steve,” you breathed, tears still streaming down your face. It was like a dam had broken and now your eyes were flooded. Your voice was shaking, and you had to speak quietly so you wouldn’t cry anymore. “It’s me.”

It was quiet on his end for a moment or two, and then you heard him sigh. Was he relieved? “Thank God.” He said breathlessly, and you could almost picture him running his hands through his hair. 


“And you’re sure?” Steve asked for about the thousandth time.

Yes,” You insisted, grabbing his hands. You stood in your living room, by the front door. As soon as Steve had walked in you had rushed over to him. “Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be hard, but I’d rather see you a little bit at a time then not at all.” You laced your fingers together with his. 

He grinned slowly, his eyes nearly sparkling as he looked down at you. You could almost hear the ocean when you looked in his eyes. “Okay?” you said after he didn’t say anything, squeezing his hands gently to make sure he was still alive. 

“Okay,” he chuckled, bending down slightly to kiss you. You helped him fill the space by standing just slightly on your toes, your lips meeting in the middle. God, I missed this, you thought, moving your lips against his. Soon his hands let go of yours and traveled to your waist, pulling you closer. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, not opening your eyes or breaking the connection between him for one second. He lifted you up off the ground and spun you around for a second, causing you to giggle into his mouth. 

Finally he set you down, and you parted, grinning at him with slightly flushed cheeks. “I missed you so much,” you said, pulling him more into your apartment.

“I missed you too, doll,” he replied, chuckling. “I thought about coming into the store a few times, and buying a phone case again. But I figured you would need your space.”

You smiled as you remembered the first time you had met him. You just knew him as Captain America then, this man who fought to protect the world and had been frozen for like, a hundred years (not a hundred, but you didn’t know the exact number). But now, you knew him as Steve, this kind, wonderful, amazing man who swept you off your feet and made you feel so happy, and safe, and invincible. 

You spent the night holed up in your apartment with Steve, catching up on the last month you’d missed with him. He told you what he could about all the missions he’d been on, and shared a few stories of being recognized in public. You told him about your fight with Laurie, and how you felt so guilty about leaving things the way they were with her. 

“Well, then, you have to talk to her,” Steve said. You were sitting on the couch with him now, talking. He reached over and brushed your hair behind your ears. “You guys have been friends too long just to let it fizzle out like that.”

You thought it was sweet how much he cared, and moved so that you weren’t facing him anymore; instead, your back was pressed against his chest, legs extending across the couch. He pressed a kiss against the top of your head and you could feel his chest rising and falling- steady and sure. 

“You’re probably right,” you sighed, closing your eyes. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow,” you promised, letting out a yawn. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”


You stood in front of Laurie’s apartment, an olive branch in hand. Not an actual olive branch, but a peace offering of sorts. It was a plastic bag full of Laurie’s favorite candy and makeup from work. You glanced down at your phone. A text from Steve helped you work up the courage to knock.

You can do this, doll. Just talk to her. 

-Steve 

You took in a deep breath, and, with your free hand, knocked on the door. 

After a few moments, Laurie answered. She frowned when she saw it was you, and just stood there. She didn’t say anything, just stared at you with her arms crossed over her chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“I, uh, I brought you this,” you said, handing her the bag. She glanced down in to it and, after moments of consideration, allowed you to come inside. 

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole,” you spoke again, biting your lip. “I shouldn’t have taken all my frustrations with Steve out on you, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was being a bad friend, and you were being a good friend by calling me out on my bullshit.”

You sighed. You’d said your piece, and now all you had to do was wait for Laurie to forgive you… or decide she never wanted to see you again. 

After minutes- literally, minutes- of agonizing silence, Laurie rolled her eyes. “You swear you’re done acting like a lunatic?” she asked, looking at you. 

“Yes,” you said, smiling softly. “Yes. Lunacy over. They’ve released me from the asylum.”

“Well, then, get over here, you dumb-ass,” Laurie said, opening her arms. You stepped forward and hugged your best friend, feeling all the pieces finally fall into place. 

After the hug, you and Laurie spent the evening watching your favorite movies, quoting the lines you knew so well. She ordered Thai food and pizza and you pigged out with her on food you didn’t need, but damn did it taste good. You split a bottle of wine with her and sang stupid songs at the top of your lungs, and you were so happy to have your best friend back. 


The next day, you met with Steve at the grocery store. He only had an hour to spare today to see you, and you had to go shopping for the week before you went to work. You spotted the faded blue baseball cap and knew it was him. 

Holding the basket in one hand and Steve’s hand in the other, the two of you walked down the aisles and you occasionally would toss something in the basket. You held a conversation with your boyfriend, talking to him about stuff that didn’t really matter. Then finally, as you approached the produce section, he brought up something that did matter.

“So, Stark- Tony, I mean - is hosting this big, stupid party to celebrate the Avengers being together for three years,” he said, and you chuckled to yourself. “What?” He asked, nudging you with his shoulder.

“That’s so sweet,” you said, grabbing an apple and putting it in the basket. “It’s like an anniversary party. An Aveng-iversary.” You laughed, because you thought you were hilarious.

Steve didn’t. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You are insane,” he said, scoffing at you lightly. “But as I was saying, he’s having this big party, and he told us we could invite whoever we want. And I want you.” He stopped, then scrunched his face slightly. “To be there. I want you to come with me. It’s next Saturday. Can you make it?”

You thought of the work schedule and after a moment or two, nodded. “Yeah, I can make it,” You said, grinning. 

“Good,” He said, kissing the side of your head. “Cause my coworkers can’t wait to meet you.”

“Coworkers?” You scoffed. “You mean, the rest of the Avengers?”

Steve nodded, and it dawned on you. A night meeting the rest of the Avengers? Holy shit. You were in trouble. 


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Hey, You. - Chris x MC Fanfic

[A little note: Why didn’t we get more time to bond with Chris’ siblings and why did we only meet one? These are the questions I ask myself when PB doesn’t give me enough to splurge my ideas. I’m indulging into a little fantasy where we get to see a little more of AJ’s perspective after meeting MC. Unfortunately we don’t really know much about her. But I think AJ’s adorable, especially how protective she is over her brother.]

[Summary: AJ isn’t quite sure what to make of Chris’ new girlfriend. The girl he’s spoken about all summer, the girl that’s taking her big brother away from her. And now she’s come face to face with the infamous girl that’s stolen her brother’s heart.]


Cherryfield Maine has always been known for it’s heat. Our summers are long and humid; with temperatures going up to as far as eighty, and winters that never feel long enough. By the time summer rolls around again, most of us don’t even remember what winter feels like.

My sweaty palms seem to echo that sentiment as I wipe them on my overalls. The heat is really bad today. More so than yesterday. There hasn’t been one day this entire week when it’s not. But today I don’t mind; I don’t mind because I know it’s the last day I’ll see Chris.

I drop another lobster by the net under my feet. They snap at me but otherwise are harmless in their tied up state. I drag my feet a little, taking unnecessary stops where possible. I don’t want him to go. 

He knows the game I’m playing but doesn’t complain that I’m too slow. He just grins at me, and wipes the sweat off his brow. 

Today’s Chris’ last day on the job. We’re at the docks, and like most of how we spend the summer – we’ve been taking care of boats and making sure the dock is always ready to go no matter the hour, and stocking up on seafood for local places.

I won’t ever admit it to him, but I like it when it’s just the two of us. Not when Kyle’s here, or even when mom comes by – just us, talking about the open ocean and dumb seafood stuff during our breaks.

That’s all about to change though. I can feel the tide coming even before it happens. The waves crashing to break all the happiness we’ve shared since he’s been back.

They arrive at the docks sometime in the afternoon. There’s three of them - dressed like they’re ready to go camping. None of them really catch my attention except for her. She’s the one that he keeps talking about. 

She’s his girlfriend. 

She’s got dark hair; hair that’s longer than mine and purple streaks - (the streaks are kind of cool). She wears them like she doesn’t care what other people’ll think. She’s all legs, really tall. Well, not as tall as my brother – no one’s taller than him. Still she’s tall enough that I’ve got to crane my neck upwards to get a good look of her face in this heat.

They’re all smiling when they spot us. They’re probably really happy to see Chris, so their eyes don’t linger on me. And hers linger on him for far too long before they start walking toward us.

Chris doesn’t see them. Not yet. He’s too busy catching the last lobster; so he misses the sound of their footsteps. I don’t want to say anything. In fact, I kind of wish they’d leave. I’m not ready to meet them, knowing that if I do that’ll be the last time I’ll see him for the rest of the summer. I’m not ready for stupid summer goodbyes.

Then he adjusts and I watch uneasily how much they seem to stare at each other. You’d think they haven’t seen each other  in forever the way they’re looking at each other. Long stares that’s starting to make me feel like a third wheel. I shift uncomfortably on my feet as he gets up to greet them.

“Look who’s hard at work.” She’s grinning from ear to ear before they hug each other. And they hug…. And they hug for a really long time. I fold my arms and tap my feet impatiently until they let go.

Once they do, Chris exchanges nods with the other two people right behind her. They’re both sort of tall too, and one of them’s wearing this weird ice cream shirt that suddenly makes me remember I haven’t eaten lunch. “You guys made it! That was faster than I thought.” He checks his watch absently, “I guess time really flew by huh?”

“Not soon enough.” She says, her eyes flitting back to him. “I’ve missed you.” She says the words softly like she doesn’t want the rest of us to hear, but I hear it. Then she’s looks back at her other friends, “I guess we could’ve coordinated better. We didn’t mean to interrupt.” She smiles sheepishly. And then her eyes look at me.

She’s pretty. Really pretty. The kind of pretty that I didn’t think my brother liked. Not girl-next-door-pretty. But tv-show pretty. Except without the make-up. Hey, you. Don’t take my brother away. I say silently. I hope the dismissive glance I give her finishes the words I won’t say out loud.

“No worries, we were just finishing up anyway.” Chris prompts me, “Right?” When I don’t respond he pokes my sides.

I scowl before slapping his hands away then turn my gaze back to the rest of his friends. Suddenly I feel like the outsider looking in; they’re all talking about how their summers have been and all I’ve got are boring stories about being home. I take a couple steps back, until I’m almost behind Chris.

“Anyway, it’s great to see you guys.” Chris adds. Suddenly he seems to remember I’m here again. “Guys, this is my little sister Jo-”

Chris,” My scowl deepens. “I already told you – it’s AJ now.” I insist glaring up at him. Ever since he’s been back, I’ve told him more than a hundred times that I don’t go by Jo anymore. Jo isn’t cool, AJ is. AJ gets people to notice. AJ gets people to treat me like everyone else, and not just some little girl.

Chris laughs and pats the top of my head. Its what mom does whenever she thinks she knows best and I move away from his hand by the third time he pats me. “My little sister everyone.” He winks at them, “Who’s recently decided to go by AJ. She’s been helping me with my summer job.”

Zack snorts, “Looks like an arm workout to me.” He’s eyeing the amount of seafood we’ve caught with a wry expression.

I nod and feel a growing sense of accomplishment. It’s an important job, one that I take seriously, maybe even more than Chris does. I feel proud of myself for being able to keep up with him.  And I like using my hands to do something. Books that aren’t comics bore me, and I’m not interested in the same things Kyle is.  Chris is way more fun than he is anyway. Kyle gets annoying after awhile because he thinks he’s a-know-it-all.

The girl in front of us extends a hand. “Hey, it’s so nice to meet you! I’m Micah -”

“I know who you are.” I interrupt quickly. She’s all he’s been talking about since he’s been home. Of course I know who she is. I fold my arms again, “You’re her.” I say the last bit with as much venom as I can muster.

I don’t shake her hand until Chris nudges me. “AJ, we talked about this.”

“I mean hi, I guess.” I mumble, adjusting the top of my cap nervously. Why am I so nervous? I don’t care if she doesn’t like me. This time, I’m scowling at myself. I’m nervous in a way that has nothing to do with the heat. I don’t want to talk to her anymore. I hug myself and don’t meet her gaze.

Except she just keeps talking.

I’m irritated that she isn’t taking the hint. She just keeps smiling at me, even though I’m only responding with one-word answers as Chris shows the rest of their friends around.

“So how well do you know my brother, anyway?” I interrupt finally. I jut my chin out and eye her suspiciously. “Do you know the important stuff?” I demand, shifting my feet. “Like what his secret talent is?” No one knows that outside of our family. I smirk triumphantly at her, hoping that my question will her crack her confidence.

Her eyes widen in surprise and I feel a surge of satisfaction that I’ve caught her off-guard. “Uh, am I taking a test?”

I roll my eyes, “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know.” What kinda girlfriend is she anyway? 

She looks lost in thought for a moment while I shift on my feet again. I’m starting to get this funny feeling that she’s toying with me until she bends down to where we’re nearly eye level. “Piece of cake! Chris’ secret talent is floral arrangements.” She winks, “I’m hoping he’ll make me a bouquet one of these days. Maybe for a surprise gift on my birthday.”

“Oh, you do know!” I blink at her in surprise as she grins. “Wow, I guess you and Chris share everything.” I lower my gaze and bite my bottom lip. I can’t help but feel a little jealous. I’m used to Chris sharing everything with me. I guess he doesn’t need to anymore now that he’s got her.

“Oh, not everything. We didn’t get to talk a lot about you, AJ. And I know how much you, Kyle and your mom means to him.” She touches my shoulder and the little gesture startles me.

I glance up to see her doing that smiling thing again. It’s hard to hate someone when they’re being so nice. “Well there’s not much to tell,” I mutter, suddenly feeling shy again. “It’s not like we’d have anything in common anyway.” I make a face at her.

“Oh you’d be surprised.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I think for a moment, trying to come up with something I can’t see her enjoying. She doesn’t look like the type to like superheroes. “I bet you’ve never even read a comic.”

“I used to read a lot of x-men as a kid. Although I don’t know if that really counts since I don’t have the time anymore.”

I stare at her - mouth nearly agape, until she laughs. Nicole never liked comics.“Do you like Storm? She’s so cool. One of my favorite X-mens of all time.” I don’t notice that we’re starting to lag behind the rest of them. Because unlike Nicole, she doesn’t brush me aside to get to my brother.

She keeps in step with me as we start chatting about our different fan favorites. She laughs at something funny I say, and I find myself smiling up at her in return. Maybe she isn’t so bad after all.

Hey you, take care of my brother okay? I say silently.

I think there’s this unspoken promise between us that she will.

gilmore girls starters;

Send any of the following for my muse’s reaction: 

  • “If you’re gonna throw your life away, he better have a motorcycle!” 
  • “I have no patience for jam hands!” 
  • “I’m attracted to pie, it doesn’t mean I feel the need to date pie.” 
  • “I love you, you idiot.” 
  • “I’m afraid that once your heart’s involved, it all comes out in moron.” 
  • “It’s all any of us wants, to find a nice person to hang out with ‘til we drop dead. Not a lot to ask! 
  • “Oy with the poodles already.” 
  • “No men, just lots and lots of Chinese food.” 
  • “Yes, I left behind a glass slipper and a business card, just in case the prince is really dumb.” 
  • “I’m going to make out in the coat room. Don’t eat my chicken.” 
  • “Now I’m supposed to look pretty and girly, which is completely impossible because I’m gross, and I have nothing to wear.” 
  • “I’m gonna have to quit drinking coffee, and I love coffee!” 
  • “If it was physically possible to make love to a hot beverage, this would be the one.”
  • “I don’t like Mondays, but unfortunately they come around eventually!” 
  • “People are particularly stupid today, I can’t talk to anymore of them.” 
  • “Give me a burger, onion rings, and a list of people who killed their parents and got away with it. I need some heroes.”
  • “Because people like you. You’re quiet. You say "excuse me”. You look like little birds help you get dressed in the morning.”
  • “I’m in bed. I have ten more minutes to sleep. Not a lot of time in the grand scheme of things, but still, ten minutes is ten minutes. You know what I mean.”
  • “When my cousin got pregnant, my mom said it’s because an angel brushed its wings against her face.”
  • “My life stinks. Hey, let’s look into each other’s eyes and say “I wish I were you” at exactly the same time - maybe we’ll pull a Freaky Friday.” 
  • “I need coffee in an IV.” 
  • “Date her, marry her, make her Mrs. Backwards baseball cap. See if I care.” 
  • “I mean, it’s mostly ceremonial stuff nowadays. Declaring knighthoods, opening supermarkets. But now and then, you get to banish someone or pose for a stamp.” 
  • “College is breaking my spirit. Every single day telling me things I don’t know, it’s making me feel stupid.”
  • “You don’t need shoes. In my day, we walked twenty miles in the snow just to get to our shoes.” 
  • “I wanna get the healthy glow of someone who consistently goes to the gym, without having to go to the gym, of course.” 
  • “I’m so damn lonely that Animal Planet doesn’t even do it for me anymore.” 
  • “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m great. It’s big, fat, happy sunshine day for me.” 
  • “I know, and I don’t like it when people are all up in my grill.” 
  • “Ever worry that if a bird flies into your head, it will never get out?”
  • “My life meant nothing until you used my toothbrush.”
  • “This thing we’re doing here, me, you, I’m in. I’m all in.” 
  • “And it’s so good to have someone to share this hate with.” 
  • “I just like to see you happy.” 
  • “I’ll make some coffee.” 
  • “I’m blubbering, you’re freaks.” 
  • “He’s a grown with an etch-a-sketch.” 
  • “See? He called me hot plates. He so likes me.” 
  • “It’s like my life isn’t even real to me, unless you’re there and you’re in it, and I’m sharing it with you.” 
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Finished Harley and Ivy fic commission for @bakapikananoda

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They made small talk, sometimes. It was odd, though, living with Harley. In the beginning, she’d expected constant chatter, the younger girl to be hardly different from a fly buzzing around her head twenty-four hours a day. It was all or nothing with her, hours of talking or hours of silence. The silence never meant distance, though. Even when inexplicably quiet, she would remain in Ivy’s presence unless she shooed her away. When quiet, the blonde was companionable. Ivy didn’t even mind that Harley would press herself to her back while she worked in the greenhouse lab. It was Harley’s volume that distracted her, mostly. It was also Harley’s quiet that sometimes unnerved her.

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I Love You, Man (Part 4/?) (Avengers/MCU cast x reader)

Okay, so maybe a few more of this one…

Part 3

Getting the Avengers together as a group in any idea of organization or timeliness was a battle that you had finally given up on after years of struggle.  It just wasn’t worth it anymore.  Even if you told them that departure was hours before it was really scheduled, you somehow still ended up being late to everything.  

“You guys, this is like herding cats, I swear.  How is it so frustratingly impossible for a group as coordinated as you all, to get onto a plane at the same time?  If this were a mission you’d be gone already.”

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first & foremost i’m obligated to say thank you !! i’ve been here for approx 4-5 months, and i’m honestly surprised that i’ve stuck with fushimi so long. i’ve had small periods of inactivity & i’m an avid shitposter, but i’ve never really lost muse for him – somehow, i always wind up coming back to him. and i’m glad, bc regardless of how terrible i am at approaching people and initiating interactions, i’ve met some great people and still follow a ton of great people i’ve yet to pester. anyway, the list thing !!

the honourable mentions™

@togovernwithdecorum : i feel creepy talking about u so much lately but ?? if i’m going to do a bias list i can’t exclude u so. anyway !! you’re literally my second follower on this blog and i think you’re my #1 fan on my activity rn,, i’ve admired your writing and your love & understanding of reisi for so long - 4/5 months now, even - and i’m really glad i mustered the courage to talk to you, bc regardless of the fact you’re like 8400000 miles away you’re someone i consider a very good friend. i’m glad my love for saru has made you love him more, too, bc that’s sort of what my goal has become over time, other than to make him & everyone around me suffer. :0

@tattara : kayla don’t think u could escape this list. we’ve not been interacting lately & i’m shit at keeping up conversation and get distracted by everything but ?? u still put up with me so thank you. you’re another person who’s been about since p much my starting tumblr rp, and you - alongside zoe and lia - were my first ever sorta #goals on tumblr – i saw your writing, your characterisation, your theme & your icons and was like ???? how can i ever get these ppl to think i’m cool

@kusanagisan : ik we don’t interact anymore but on the subject of people being my aspiration, i’m sure u know that you were my goals even before i made my saru blog lmao. i never even use my main blog that i used to im you anymore, strangely -?? but ah, i’m really glad you took the time to speak to me about stuff then, bc without that i might never have made this blog or met the people that i have. ;;

@soulcrux : i love u. i was just gonna write that then move onto the next one but,,, heck. ik you’re not always active but i will wait 100 years for mei & saru to be shitty and gay together. yuyado is ok- but really, both of your muses are A+++ and… any other muse i’ve seen you play. you as a person !! are really really great - also u are pretty - and i need to stop being so dumb and speak to u more again bc talking to you is always sort of stress-relieving, somehow?? you’re really a great friend and person and,, i hope ur studying and game playing goes well.

@idealcst : somehow even now i’m sorta nervous about talking to you?? and i really really want to because i love you and your writing sm and you’re fun to speak with and,, all of your blogs are A+ quality, honestly. whenever we talk about our characters n’ stuff you somehow manage to make me feel rly special?? seriously, every time. sorry i’m so awkward about it, but it really means a lot to me, and i hope u know i love your portrayal of your characters just as much. ps. i’ve had half a response to yukari typed for like 2 weeks but i’m waiting to make icons of saru in his jungle coat & forgot where i made those caps las t time sobs.

@wildcrcw : i’ve used the word love so much,,, gross,,, but i love u too, and your portrayal - ( & general love ) - of the smol angry bean. you’re another person who’s managed to make me feel special and generally?? you’re so chill to speak to and i’m really bad with words and again i should make more of an effort to speak to u again i’m just so evasive about talking to people lately?? i should stop bc i miss you and we have quite a few threads now, i think? a couple of which i’d like to respond to, i’ve just been so tired & lazy then i forget they’re there. >:0

@thexintrepid : u …… the one who always lurks in the abyss. we’ve had our differences & i do get annoyed sometimes but honestly i hope you know i’d never just sorta disappear?? or hate you, or even dislike you, really. when it comes down to it, you’re a good friend & you do always try 2 be there when you know i need help or something– you’re also another person who i admire for … well, admiring their own muses. i’m biased & like kai best naturally :// but we should rp with other muses sometime !!

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