┖ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ, ᵈᵃᵐᶤᵃᶰ

      - - - ok-ay. my hiatus ends today !! ( and i thought i’d be done work but i’m not but i will cover that in a sec ) // which means i’ll finally be worming my way back into things - even if i’m a lil bit out of the loop. 

i had to take a small break because i got moved to a swim camp ( swimming 3 times a day ) with a very ??? dramatic ??? camper. i’m not sure dramatic covers it ?? ? anyway its been trouble - sweet and short way of putting it is i don’t think its the most appropriate camp for her but im not her parents.

but i blew a good chunk of money on wonder woman shoes (  judge  a w a y ) and then i was offered a week eight shift ( this week ) and i thought to cover the damage i’d work - but it’s been WAY more trouble than its worth ------- 

and my shoe order got cancelled so the money didn’t get spent so i’m working for no reason ; ; 

++ we had our last work meeting tonight ( which i strategically snuck my cat into the last ten minutes or so ). so technically i work TWO flipping more days and i’m free. 

but    a n y w h o  because i’m  tragedy i’m still just going to pick away at that STARTER CALL I posted ( because even if its ancient???? i haven’t forgotten about it.

NO WORRIES IF YOU DON’T WANT A STARTER ANYMORE ( FOR WHATEVER REASON ) JUST UNLIKE IT !! 

“This isn’t illegal is it?? actually, i don’t care, it’ll look cool.” pink tipped ends fall over gwens shoulder as she reaches into her backpack to pull out a hot pink can of spray paint. “like what if when this is all over, i got back to 2017 and there’s still a little pink gwenpool tag on this building. that’d be sick,” she shakes the can lightly before pulling the top off and beginning to work, “there’s some other colors in my shark bag if you wanna join.”

——- WRITE AN “ABOUT ME” PRETENDING TO BE ME AND I’LL RATE THE ACCURACY OUT OF 10 ( accepting ! )

         “ that isn’t incorrect. given that every orphan and their dead mother seems to be pushed into herodom by a DEATH IN THE FAMILY, one can only be glad they have a family to have issues with. still. a tad bit general. “

——- WRITE AN “ABOUT ME” PRETENDING TO BE ME AND I’LL RATE THE ACCURACY OUT OF 10 ( accepting ! )

——- WRITE AN “ABOUT ME” PRETENDING TO BE ME AND I’LL RATE THE ACCURACY OUT OF 10 ( accepting ! )

——- WRITE AN “ABOUT ME” PRETENDING TO BE ME AND I’LL RATE THE ACCURACY OUT OF 10 ( accepting ! )

——- WRITE AN “ABOUT ME” PRETENDING TO BE ME AND I’LL RATE THE ACCURACY OUT OF 10 ( accepting ! )

          $10,000 to the person who can bring me sufficient evidence Richard ‘ Dick ‘ Grayson wrote this and made me read it with my own eyes. 

——- WRITE AN “ABOUT ME” PRETENDING TO BE ME AND I’LL RATE THE ACCURACY OUT OF 10 ( accepting ! )

— ＭＡＧＩＣ ! ＡＮＯＮ - ( fluff meme ) accepting !

🍳 - MY MUSE TAKES YOURS OUT TO BRUNCH !

— ＭＡＧＩＣ ! ＡＮＯＮ - ( fluff meme ) accepting !

      “ move it, jonathan! the sun has almost set. “  head tilted back, a slight pout as she glares at the wall that kept the duo from entering the mansion’s grounds - jon only a few paces behind her. she whispers a silent prayer, hoping no one had yet noticed their escapade, anything to escape xavier’s for even a few mere hours. “ hoist me up. “ it’s a whisper as she’s aided up the wall, straddling the brickwork, she reaches down to pull the boy up to join her. there’s a flash of a modest smile before she drops down, waving a hand, urging the superboy to join her, “ we’ve made it. ” is all she says as she starts the walk back towards their home in 1973. soon enough, they’re crossing the grounds in sync. it is only when they are near the entrance, does she bump the other with her hip, “ that was . . . nice. “ petit hands reach out until they’ve found her partner’s. she’s heard much of richard’s adventures in romance - tales of disaster, embarrassment, enough to want to make her wish she the floor would swallow her whole solely out of secondhand embarrassment. and yet she’s still musing over the idea of what could happen next. “ you did well. “ elevating herself on the tips of her toes, she cups his face and tilts it downwards until she can successfully plant a soft kiss just above his brows, a moment later brushing over the spot with her thumb. she thinks it acceptable of a young lady. she’s seen it done only a hundred times before by the woman in her life. a show of affection, yet still appropriate. she drops to the flats of her feet once more and taps the tip of his nose with her index finger, all the while shooting him a wink. she spins to the door with a cackle that isn’t ladylike in the slightest - just before he can catch the red in her cheeks, “ remember! “, she calls, sounding humored, “ you can’t tell a soul about today. we wouldn’t want my father and brothers finding out ! ” and again the coy little devil laughed. 

- - - ＭＡＧＩＣ ! ＡＮＯＮ