#assumption meme

assumption meme

Oh that's a good one!

I'm the youngest of two! So sorta counts. I have one older sister. Mom has told me many times that the reason our family was peaceful was because my sister, not me, was the elder one.

And even he doesnt know who killed Captain Alex in the movie: Who Killed Captain Alex

LMAOOOOO OKAY. You know what 😂😂😂 This is a *highly specific* and very accurate assumption about me. I give you this: 🌟. You've more than earned it!

BUT IN MY DEFENSE THERE IS JUST SOMETHING OBJECTIVELY HOT ABOUT THE MAKE UP WASHING AWAY AND HOW IT'S KIND OF LIKE TAKING THEIR PERSONA OFF AND LETTING THEIR GUARD DOWN AND IT'S SORTA VULNERABLE,REALLY WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT AND I JUST AM OUT OF MY MIND FOR THAT SORT OF THING??? AND WASHING THEIR FACE IN A MIRROR AND FORCING THEMSELVES TO SEE THE BEFORE AND AFTER OF WHAT THEY HAVE DONE, THE THINGS THEY CAN WASH AWAY AND THE THINGS THEY CAN'T??? I JUST... yeah, I have a thing. It's such a thing! lololol

HI LINK

Make assumptions about my muse in my askbox and my muse will respond to them.

"You've got me all wrong... Whatever I am, whatever I've done... if I had a chance to face the Master again, I'd beg him for forgiveness. For what I did, not just to him, but to our home."

kind of. I mean, I don't know if it could count because I didn't actually realise he was trying to kidnap me at the time, but like. the whole night was kind of weird, if I'm honest.

basically I was 16 or so, and a friend and I were out in Belfast. we were pretty drunk, and we'd been planning to go somewhere (can't remember where now) but something had happened and we could no longer go, but we didn't want to go home, so we just stayed hanging around in the city centre drinking. we got chatting to a homeless guy for a while and shot the shit for a few hours and shared our drinks, then wandered off somewhere else.

at some point we get talking to this dude who's probably like, late 20s/early 30s? he's a drifter who says he's travelling around the whole of Ireland and just going wherever he likes, which interests me, because that's something I'd always wanted to do. so we're chatting away and I start getting... Vibes. he's kind of weird. now bear in mind I'm pretty drunk, but my friend Caoimhe is really drunk, and I'm a bit worried about her because here's this creepy guy and here's my drunk female friend, and yeah, do the math. so I'm keeping an eye on him and making sure he doesn't separate me and Caoimhe, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her, so like. that's good, I guess.

instead, he's really trying to persuade me to run off with him. like straight-up just telling me to come with him, he has a tent, we can just chill out together and travel, etc. not gonna lie, I'm a bit tempted. my home life was shit and I was looking for a way out anyway, so like, in my drunken mind this seemed like a cool idea. so what if he's a bit creepy? I'm sure it's fine. it occurs to me that he's kind of walking really slowly as he talks, and gradually leading me off, and at this point Caoimhe -- very drunk, might I remind you, and trailing a little behind -- decides she's tired and doesn't want to walk anymore. she sits on the floor and refuses to budge. my companion tells me to leave her, she'll be fine, let's just go on an adventure!, and finally I'm like lmao. no. I am not leaving my friend alone in the middle of a city, drunk, at like 1am. that was what got my alarm bells going -- not that he wanted me to run off into the middle of nowhere with him (he was headed next to one of the really remote Western counties, I think Mayo or Galway or something?) and live in his tent despite only meeting him half an hour ago, but the fact he wanted me to just abandon my friend. I thought this was a top dick move so I was like nah and went back over to Caoimhe, where we spent the next three hours trying to find a) a bathroom that was open and b) someone to give us a ride back out into the sticks because there's like three buses that go even remotely our way and none of them stop within 15 miles of home or run at that time. ultimately we called my dad because we figured he hated me anyway, while Caoimhe's mam and stepdad were on pretty good terms with her so best not rock the boat.

so anyway. strict kidnapping? not really. not a very interesting escape either. but definitely I almost wandered off with a serial killer and the only reason I didn't get nerfed was because Caoimhe decided to just sit on the floor like a giant toddler. thanks Caoimhe (sincere).