I'LL BE GOOD

HEYO!!! how are you guys???? i hope everybody’s doing well!

so... i know i’m always around from time to time only because i suck, butttt i have been trying to get back my muse and, although so far it’s not working very much, i thought maybe trying to get back to tumblr and “force” myself to write a little every day on here would help. 

the thing is:

- i’m pretty rusty when it comes to mike (i haven’t written him in forever and i remember lately i used to hate the way i portrayed it, so i’ve decided i won’t be getting into many graceland-related plots for the time being. i probably need a rewatch or something, and i feel like writing something brand new (although i don’t have the time nor the means to actually create a new character from scratch right now - i don’t even have PS right now lol oh well), so i’ll mostly be exploring different dynamics with people that are willing to do it and stuff like that

- i also have no icons lol. i changed my laptop and left my old one (with all the icons, edits, etc) in Barcelona but i’m quarantined at home right now so i won’t be using icons for a while at least (or perhaps i’ll try to retrieve my old ones... if i remember that web where i used to store them... lol i am SO BAD at this). bear with me on this, please!

- i also need to change my theme and pages because i’ve noticed they don’t work properly. i won’t be making any major changes because i don’t have PS in this new laptop yet (nor time to work on something super elaborate, as i said), but i’ll fix this as soon as i can so that everybody can navigate through my pages properly :( sorry about that, too

a) every time you post a starter call, you get too many likes and then you always end up not writing all the starters you should be writing b) most times the starters you post go unnoticed/get no replies 

open to m/f (25+) connection: date (maybe first or second time they’ve gone out, they can either know about her daughter or not, she’s like 3)

Her eyes glanced down towards her phone when she heard the device buzz against the table. She flashed an apologetic smile at her date before picking up her phone to see a text from her sitter. Her smile faded into a frown when she read the message. Xiomara lifted her gaze back to her date, frown still in place. “I’m so sorry, but I have to get home.” She hated having to end the date so soon, especially since the other had been so generous to bring her to a nice restaurant. “My sitter is about to bail on me.” She flagged down a waiter. “Can we get the check, please?”

There had been a constant thought running through Mike’s head for the past few hours: “I can’t do dating.” Especially not through dating apps. Call him old-fashioned -- or simply old -- but he had kind of forgotten how to get into the whole dating scenario... and yet. here he was. Partly to get his roommates, who apparently were hyper obsessed with him getting laid, to shut up, but also because there was something in this girl’s profile that caught his attention from the beginning. She could be faking it, of course, but who was he to judge her? He wasn’t certainly preparing to be a lawyer like he had made her believe. 

so it’s been a rough start of the year. i’m in the process of moving to a different apartment (still in barcelona and still struggling with money but HEY i’m living the life in a beautiful city and doing what i most love -- translating -- so that’s something i guess), my grandma passed away a month ago and it’s been... yeah, kind of a rough time for me. i wanted to be around again and i’ve been missing writing so much but it’s just been so hectic and my mood hasn’t been the best, so yeah.

hopefully i’ll find some time to keep writing the starters i owe (and perhaps replies, if there are any) tomorrow! in the meantime, here’s my memes tag to keep the inspiration flowing, and my IMs (and discord -- justechoes#9950) are open for any plotting purposes or just to chat!

When people said it’s a small world, Mike was pretty sure they didn’t mean it as literally as this.

It had only been a few weeks since he had been back in DC, he was still adjusting to everything -- the city, the cold, his new duties behind a desk, the traffic -- and, right when he was out from work and getting back home in the car, he had seen her. 

At first, he caught a glimpse of her eyes through the rearview mirror. He suddenly got vivid flashes of her face in his head but quickly shrugged off the mere thought of her because it just couldn’t be possible. However, a red light made him have to stop the car only to see her walking past him down the street. 

It really was her.

“Hey, Abby!” he exclaimed before he could even react or think about what to do or say. Shit. His car was still running and it wasn’t like he could just get out of it and run to her. That kind of crap looked wonderful in the movies, but this was real life and as much as he was a police agent, he wasn’t the kind of man to abuse his own power.

“Open it.”

In all honesty, Mike couldn’t blame her for looking so confused as he showed up in her place without a warning and carrying a red bag, only to ask her to open it. It wasn’t her birthday, it wasn’t Christmas and it wasn’t a special date -- they were telling themselves what they had was completely casual, so they weren’t really keeping track of any particular dates.

“Come on. It’s not gonna bite. Though I may,” he teased with a playful grin, then he nodded towards the bag that he had placed on the table. “Look, it’s nothing -- just a little something I found and made me think of you, so I thought I’d get it for you.”

Oddly enough, Mike had grown to enjoy doctor’s appointments. He would normally hate hospitals and the fact that he had been literally dead for several minutes didn’t help the cause, but the person assigned to take care of him was someone he had become... rather fond of, to say the least. 

And there she was, with glowing eyes and a radiant, slightly nervous smile as soon as she saw him sitting on the bed. Astoria closed the door behind her and he smiled back at her when their looks crossed again. It hadn’t been that long since they met for the last time -- only, the last time had been at her place. And while he preferred her bed over the hospital’s, he was still happy to have her around. She had been the only one keeping him from going completely nuts ever since everything happened.

This year, Mike had come to a clear conclusion: he hated Secret Santa. Or maybe he just hated the fact that he now had to buy a gift for the grumpiest roommate he had come across. For some unknown reason, after some heavy thinking, he found himself walking in a small book shop. Did Jake even read? How could he know? They hadn’t really spoken that much, and most of the time it was just the other man teasing him about how he lacked experience in the field or something like that. 

This place was hot as hell but, fortunately, Mike’s beer was still pretty cold and felt good as it went down his throat. Things at Graceland were normally crazy; it wasn’t that often that he had time to be alone and had a drink all by himself and with his own thoughts, so whenever he had the chance to do such a thing, he cherished those moments.

This time, he had even decided to avoid going to the Drop, where he and the rest of the agents went whenever they wanted to chill, celebrate something or simply have a drink. He had a strange urge for new faces, so he strolled down the streets of which had been his town for the past few years and only stopped at a random bar whose music had caught his attention. It was only when he walked in that he realized that it was actually live music, and that -- along with the sweet voice of the female singer -- made him stay.

“Yes. Yeah... Mhmm. Got it. Baby Yoda and PAW Patrol, it is. Okay, yeah. Gotta go. Thanks.”