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#friendship goals
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Touch Starved Meme
My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-
❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest
Things I've heard on campus, Sentence Starter Style
“Forget the threesome. I just want to join your detective agency.”
“No, look, I’m not saying we should rob the anthropological museum, it’s just that… okay. Maybe I’m saying we should rob the museum a little bit.”
“What if we killed all our citizens, but we fixed the public transportation system?”
“Listen. There’s a pit behind the cafeteria building. And I want you to meet me in it.”
“How many ways to you think there are to evade the library staff forever?”
“I’m sorry I gave your vertebra to someone else.”
“No. Sorry, no. It was a great plan until you got to the- the whole harpoon bit, but…”
“You know, we don’t need to be handcuffed together through our entire lunch.”
“Your dedication to this dance is both impressive and unsettling.”
“I’m not bitter. I’m just saying that if you checked your damn texts more often, maybe I wouldn’t have been trapped naked in the sports center for an hour last night.”
“WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME DEER BONES”
“Consummatum fucking est, mate.”
“Word of advice: Don’t nod while someone is holding a knife to your throat.”
“Do you have to wiggle like that?”
“You told me to do it. You told me you wanted it done. You didn’t tell me how.”
“Okay but can we talk about how your hand seems to be covered in blood?”
“I can hear your heartbeat. You’re alive.”
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i made a self based oc…
sam culture is screaming behind these hazel eyes dramatically in the mirror while she's getting ready
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@breesmuses / cletus.
" oh! oh --- shit! " sam has taken a mighty fall. so desperate to not soak someone else, that when she runs into the man with a large jolt, instead of soaking the man, she turns the cup inward & dumps the scalding coffee on herself. " oh god. fuck! --- i didn't get any on you, did i, sweetheart? "
@breesmuses / michael scott.
" -------- i'm sorry, what? don't you think that's a little too excessive? "

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@breesmuses / harmony.
she's almost hesitant to offer her help, but even though the town of calendo is small, it can be really confusing if you start hiking it down the wrong looping backroad. " ------ sorry, i really don't mean to intrude or anything, but i'm actually about to head that way if you wanted me to show you. it's walking distance. "
therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters. feel free to change things as necessary.
would you like to talk about it?
please tell me what’s bothering you.
hey, are you okay?
i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me.
i’m your friend. of course i care.
there’s nothing bad about going to therapy.
would you like to try a different approach?
i – i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.
is this helping?
i’ll try not to ask a lot of questions.
i’m always here if you need me.
shh, it’s alright. shh.
we’re safe now. you’re safe now.
it was just a nightmare.
sweetheart, you have to tell me these things.
you know i’d never judge you for that, right?
i’m worried about you.
is something going on?
everything you say will just be between you and me.
what method do you prefer?
do you need help falling asleep?
anything i could do to help?
why are you like this?
i understand.
sweetie, is there something you aren’t telling me? what’s wrong?
let’s get you cleaned up.
this is good. this is important.
you’re healing, and healing takes time.
we can do more tomorrow.
how about you get some sleep, hm?
bedtime.
it’s ok not to be ok.
tomorrow is another day.
hey, hey, hey. look at me, look at me. it’s okay.
breath in for seven seconds, exhale for eleven …
do you need some space?
remember, look for things that you can touch. ground yourself.
@breesmuses / ryan.
" welcome to the library, how can i help you? " she says in a very deadpanned voice. between the long hours spent at the college working her ass off, the customer service job, & here, she was burnt out. her hand comes up to hold her heavy head up. " hey, do you need any help ----- " she starts to say a bit more aggressively before she sees his face. " hey, didn't you go to school around here or something? "
@breesmuses / eden.
" i wonder if i follow him if he pissed himself. --- you really scared the shit out of him. "
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breesmuses:
“Hey, you never know. Someday, you could make your big break, you know? – Get out there. See the world. Don’t give up on that.” He knows his words may not be all that reassuring, especially since they had just met, but he knew how it felt to want to see the world but be unable to. It was never an option when he was a human; he had to stay and support his family – and he died before he could really do much with his life at all. It was sad, but when it came down to it, he did get to see the world – even if it happened in a way he wasn’t expecting. Sure, her situation wouldn’t be as drastic – probably – but he would hate to see someone that he could tell was so bright to give up on a fantasy because of ‘reality.’ Just because things were tough currently didn’t mean they would always be, that was for certain.
“Half Irish is still Irish!” He laughs; after all, it’s Irish culture to welcome in just about anyone to the family – even if they only had the slightest bit of Irish in them. Of course, he met many non-Irish people in his time during wartime, but they still welcomed everyone with open arms. It was just how they were.
“Well, I haven’t found anything here yet.” Orias isn’t lying about this part either. He’d taken plenty of odd jobs to occupy as his time, when he wasn’t in Hell running Terrena Inferni. He liked to feel human, after all. “But in other places, I’ve done just about everything. Construction, waitering… Even plumbing. Hated plumbing.”
He gives her a nod as he lets her take the jerky, and he pulls a bag of skittles out for himself. “You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually share my jerky with anyone. It’s… practically sacred.” Rich, coming from a demon. “We can always go get more snacks that you can eat. Or we can just go out to get something later. Up to you.”
his speech about not giving up makes her smile for sure, but it's mostly just because the sentiment is sweet. when she was younger, she had high hopes about leaving. now they just got smaller & smaller. taking another bite of jerky, she waits a minute before responding to the next topic they'd gone off on. after all, she didn't want to waste her time by getting her hopes up about leaving again. " my other half is italian, " she says with a grin. " it's the side that my family embraces the most. my last name's russo. it's all about italian cooking, italian living ... none of them will acknowledge the fact they are half irish too. --- i guess that's what i'm for, right? " " ew, plumbing, " she laughs out. " i guess you really do have an assortment of experience, huh? i wish some of my cashiers had that much work ethic. ------ oh, it's okay! seriously, this bag of jerky's just fine. " her eyes settle on something though, & her head tilts to the side. " when did they put a fence there? " she mutters to herself, before giving a look to daniel. " you ready for an adventure? there's something i want to show you. " sam doesn't wait for an answer, instead she's already heading towards the fence, putting up a foot to climb it.
breesmuses:
“You ever thought about leaving someday? – I used to live in a small town. I know how it can be.” It was true – long ago, he had lived in a small town in Ireland, and it was most definitely suffocating. Of course, he didn’t leave in a normal way – far from it, actually – but his travels, even after death, have been interesting. Liberating, even .. in a weird way, given the circumstances.
He lets out a laugh as Samantha describes her favorite seat; it’s needless to say he can relate to what she’s saying – he was always one to keep to himself as well, after all. Especially now, which was why it was odd that he was even talking to her in the first place. — Odd, but not unwelcome.
“Let’s sit there, then. I like that.” Giving her a smile, he begins to head over to the bench. When the focus is directed onto him, he gets a bit uncomfortable, if only inwardly, but he proceeds to give her whatever he can, without being mysteriously vague. “I like hearing about you. – Me? There really isn’t much. Uh… I was born in Ireland, but I’ve been here for…” A pause. “It’s been a long time, I can tell you that.” It’s fitting, as his vessel doesn’t have an Irish accent by any means. His name, however, is extremely Irish. “I travel around a lot now. Take odd jobs. I always wanted to travel, and now I can, so… I took the opportunity.”
she actually smiles as he asks that question. sam plops herself down on the bench, before answering. she looks up at him with a smile. " everyday. i actually fantasize about running away sometimes. or i guess it would just be called leaving when you're twenty-one. " a laugh escapes. " but i don't think i could keep myself going for long. money's a thing, unfortunately. " she listens intently as he describes the bits & pieces of his life to her. sam's intrigued from the moment he admits to being irish. " i'm half irish! i know that sounds lame, but it's one of those things you can't help but point out. " " what kind of jobs? " she asks before taking it upon her to nose around the bag of snacks. she pulls out a piece of beef jerky. " i'm stealing this by the way. it's the only thing in the bag i can eat. " which was true. she really didn't see any other snack that wouldn't make her diabetes want to kill her. " --- diabetic, " she explains with a shrug as she takes a bite. " don't worry. i did it to myself. i used to be really, really fat, " she says with a loud laugh.