if u see me add a chunk of new muses in the next few days ... look away <3
we’ve lived in this tiny ass town where everyone knows everyone because no one leaves and when we were young we would sit up at night on your roof and i’d listen to you talk about how you were actually going to do it one day and you did but you never knew i’ve had a crush on you ever since back then so when you send me postcards from all these different cities with bright lights it makes my heart hurt and here we are several years later and i’m finally starting to move on but oh wait you’re back and my heart’s beating like crazy well fuck au
PLEASE YOUR BLOG IS SO COOL I'M LITERALLY GOING TO HAVE AN ANEYURSM
omg PLS don’t hurt urself but i’m glad u like it !! i literally spent so many hours on my muse page code so i’m actually not allowed to change it ever DFGSGDSGDS
hi miss dri how are u ( i almost typed peekaboo im losing my mind RKJFKFJD ) and ur first message to me on there was proposing that roman trip on his skateboard and fall in front of brooke and eat grass !! so glad to be writing and friends w someone so talented and smart and special . i love u lots and i hope one day u get to speak with kevin moon on jazz choir bc u deserve it !
[ sing ] for pris & brian !
her voice isn’t anything special. at least, that’s what priscilla would say to any who happen to hear it. she can hold a tune, sure, but she definitely isn’t the powerhouse maia is. there isn’t anything wrong with that, of course, but she does find the times people ask her to sing for them just because she is in a band a bit... bothersome. there are moments she finds herself slipping into a melody in public, however, and many of those moments belong to the convenience store. the lull of slow hours, the music of whoever got hold of the aux that day playing over the speakers. and today, it was priscilla’s playlist. in a feat of shameless self-promotion, she manages to slip disaster party into the mix. as she mindlessly sings along to their new song, fingers drumming against the cashier counter, she meets brian’s gaze. her lips press together, almost by reflex, but she brushes it off. “it’s a really good song, huh? i think they’re going places, especially their bassist,” priscilla teases, a shy grin plastered on her face. “wait, this is my favorite part!” without thought, she excitedly returns to the song, oblivious to the level of comfort she feels around him to do so. fist becomes a microphone, and she lightheartedly serenades him to the pop punk. that is, up until she sees the door open in her peripheral. immediately dropping her hand to her side, she greets the customer with a “hi, welcome” and dares not check to see brian’s reaction to her embarrassment.
You are back in your hometown for the weekend, and run into your long lost love. You are both happily in a relationship now but while you sit for a coffee and laugh about the old times, he suddenly gets very serious and says “it’s still you, you know? The person I see by my side, at the end of the day”. And your heart stops.
[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food / 4 asher & winnie !
“thank god, you’re here,” winnie sighs, ushering asher into her apartment and toward the dining table. “you won’t believe the predicament i’m in right now.” her hands press down on his shoulders as she seats him, ready to reveal her — admittedly predictable — situation. “i didn’t realize that i was the only one home, and no one else is picking up my calls.” she purses her lips in slight discontent. “i mean, ethan picked up, but he has some group project meeting he can’t get out of or whatever.”
making way to the kitchen, she opens the fridge door and her brows immediately furrow. the contents haven’t moved since the last time she’s checked — ten minutes before he arrived — but she was hoping that the array of leftovers, beverages, and assorted produce would disappear on their own. her gaze shifts to the pot on the stove, back to the fridge, then the pot once again. “the fridge is full,” winnie admits, “and i told the girls i wouldn’t waste food, but—” she grabs the pot before returning to him, her shoulders shrugged. “i made too much pasta.” and it’s not the first time. “we’re not leaving here until it’s gone.”
add + to reverse who does the action
[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention
[ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine
[ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket
[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.
[ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning
[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair
[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair
[ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine
[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room
[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer
[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger
[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s
[ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying
[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food
[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine
[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance
[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine
[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap
[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring
[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually
[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support
[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm
[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand
[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did
[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine
[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap
[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down
[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away
[ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare
[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation
[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury
[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine
[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger
[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine
[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
i know i talk about pokemon go a lot but like. the summer of 2016 where pokemon go was released? i’ve never seen anything like it in my life. shit was absolutely insane
*taps mic* hello...