cowardly and superstitious

so, school started a month ago and i’ve been absolutely swamped tbh!!! i wish i could have posted something sooner but between my night classes and how i’ve had to find people and companies to interview for assignments, i’ve been pretty tired and distracted. i might be able to hop on here next weekend to work on some drafts, though. 

i’ll add to my rules pages that, at least until this semester is over, my multimuse and jennifer blog will be low activity blogs. i plan on replying to all the threads i owe, albeit i will take my time. however, if me taking long to reply for the next months bothers you, or if you are no longer interested in our thread, let me know and i’ll understand! 

also, if you want to contact me, please feel free to send me a message over on my personal blog! 

she’s confused, for a second, because usually when somebody says those words there’s a lot more screaming and cowering involved, and also, the entire place is flooded with fear gas? and then she places the voice. and then she places the face.

“… hhheeeeeeeeeeyyy, carla.” to say she’s attempting a smile would be generous. “uhh– hi. wow. um–” she points in some vague direction. is it warm all of a sudden? she feels warm all of a sudden. “– i’m– i’m late. i gotta go.”

“boy, you suck at lying, beckers.” 

“believe it or not, i, for one, am sooooo happy to see you!” as if the out-of-place enthusiasm in her voice wasn’t threatening enough, a disgusting, shit-eating grin snatches the spotlight among the beautiful features of carla’s visage. 

( mighty easy to smile so much when one must not worry about future wrinkles, isn’t it? )