#astrologicallyperfect

Can you believe it’s been seven years? Seven years?! Since I entered the rpc??? (I mean I made my first rp blog in 2012 but didn’t rp fully until 2013 lmao.) And I’ve never ever made a follow forever or official thank you thing ever??? I guess I answer memes but I’ve never officially gone out and made a thing to properly thank people lol.

So here’s a thing! Since I came back to the rpc this year, I’ve honestly felt more appreciated than ever, and even though I’ve recently done a meme for this kind of thing I want to do an official kind of thing to thank you guys for following me all the way to the end of this year! Also, I’ve made it to the end of 2019 and uni hasn’t killed me yet so we might as well celebrate that whilst we’re at it.

I’m going to start off by thanking all of my wonderful followers for actually following me upon my return to the rp world! It really feels like I was gone forever and part of me was worried that I’d come back to nothing or very few of my old partners, but you’ve all honestly welcomed me back with open arms and I’ve even met some new people! You’re all so kind and friendly and have such wonderful characters/canon depictions that if I had the mental energy or time (or, you know, the ability to be social without being awkward around new people), I would be threading with more of you! But I am an exhausted fool so obviously that isn’t happening yet. But I just want to let you know that I love you all and am so thankful for you guys making it to the end of 2019 with me!

And now for the special mentions! (Got kinda long so under the read more!)

Closed starter with @astrologicallyperfect

Based off of: this

Bailey couldn’t believe this. She wouldn’t — if she wasn’t currently standing in front of her new dorm room with her suitcase in hand. It wasn’t like she was going to need it: here in this stupid school you had to wear uniforms, so it wasn’t like she needed any clothes from home. This fact was also fine, because she didn’t own much anyway. In almost seventeen years this was her eighteenth foster family, and quite possibly the one that she stuck around the longest with, although her wardrobe hadn’t grown from her usual couple pairs of pants and shorts, and plain sweaters and t-shirts. Those and her usual pairs of converse were (typically) enough for any occasion.

Her life was alright. She said that because they didn’t hit her as much as the others and really prioritized her schooling and activities, but Bailey just.. didn’t have the heart for the ones they forced her to do. She didn’t want to be on debate club or in college classes or the honor society. She didn’t want to join her schools soccer team — albeit that was pretty fun in the end (she actually made friends and was decently happy before they picked her up and send her to this school). Bailey wanted to code and she wanted to act and sing, but her foster parents said those were stupid hobbies. Suddenly before she knew it they were sending her off to boarding school out in the middle of nowhere. A large, religious campus that was probably about a fifteen, twenty minute drive from the nearest town, with kids who she assumed were all obsessed with god.

With the hand she’d been dealt with in life, there was no reason or care for her to believe in any of that crap. It wasn’t like she owed anyone anything. Abusive homes, separated from her brother, now feeling the way she felt about who she loved. It was all difficult. Especially after her foster parents had found out. After being caught kissing a girl (it was just a peck — an accident, she had told them), she’d been yanked out of school, hit dozens of times, and told she was going to hell. The reality was, that kiss wasn’t just an accident. That girl, a girl from her math class and science class, was the girl she had had a confusing crush on the past couple months.

In that case, she couldn’t say they sent her to boarding school over nothing. 

And now, she was here. She had managed to convince her foster parents that it was her crushes fault she had kissed her, and she didn’t want any part of it at all — Sorry Julie.. — which managed to get them off her back, but still left them heavily suspicious. As her foster mother pushed her inside for being too slow, she stumbled, looking around to see another bed and the other half of the room filled with personal items, but the person whom it belonged to was nowhere to be found. Unpacking what little she had as her parents talked desperately to a priest outside about her.. ‘situation’, Bailey turned her back, sitting against the trunk at the end of bed. Already forced into the uniform — which for the girls was a skirt, a button up shirt with a necktie, a sweater, some thigh high socks and uncomfortable mary jane shoes.

Sniffling, she quickly dried her tears, pulling on the hem of her skirt nervously. If they came in while she was crying, they’d hit her for sure. It wasn’t like her foster parents were losing anything anyway. They had a special relationship with the school, so she knew they got her in for free, but they still pretended like they didn’t; this was not only to hold something over Bailey’s head, but also the fact that they still got compensation for ‘having her in their care’ back at home. They were gaining the excess pocket money, and the fact that they didn’t have a supposed ‘troublemaker’ in their house anymore.

Bailey couldn’t bring herself to care about them. Despite being with them for almost a year now, the longest she had been with any other family, she couldn’t care about them. They were pretentious, religious, homophobic assholes who didn’t care about anyone but themselves and their supposed god. She finished unpacking before they could berate her again. Although, as she looked at the finished job, the side of the room looked just about the same as when she had come in: plain sheets, barren walls, nothing on the dresser besides her phone charger and a fake family photo (that she was going to take down after they left, she looked uncomfortable in it anyway).

No fancy tapestries, no cute pillows or blankets. Just the standard stuff. The only exception was a silly cat plush which she had stuffed under the covers for her parents not to see. That and the small diamond necklace around her neck, along with a small box in her nightstand was all she had from her original family. Her light brown hair was pushed back by a black headband that matched her skirt, and her deep green eyes were slightly rimmed with red. As soon as her parents up and left (but not before a stern talking to about not getting kicked out of school, and not doing anything ‘horrific and disgusting’ her father referring to the kiss, with a tight wrap around her wrist to make it seem serious), she found herself back to the position against the trunk.

With the sudden swing of the door though, she bolted upright and scrambled into a standing position, thinking her foster parents were back to remind her of something, holding her hands behind her back. Slightly relieved at the sight of a girl, she let out a shaky breath, but still held her defense tightly. “Who—Who are you?” Her face, almost a slight scowl, was used to warding off people she didn’t want around. “Why are you here?”

Mandy wasn’t going to pretend. She knew exactly who the girl walking into the room was, and part of her was aware of the fact that she probably had every right to throw a tantrum and be angry at her, and at Jake. But at that moment in time, she didn’t have it in her to care about that. At least, not about that side of it, anyway.

hi. hello. yeah you. i love you. [always accepting!!]

*points at @astrologicallyperfect/@sxpersquad* hanna is the sweetest bean

okay so i remember hanna from, like, years ago!!! i do i do!!! before all these superhero ocs came about she was doing demigods!!! she’s always been great at creating loveable children and honestly??? jake is too connected to her babies to ever let go.

and hanna is such a sweet pea too! she’s so friendly and funny and honestly she’s an amazing artist and makes me hate being a poor uni student because i would give her so much to see more of her lovely art and wonderful characters. she’s so talented and sweet and i’m so glad we started threading together all those years ago (about 4??? i think???) and still thread together now. whilst most people are great at giving me more development for canon, hanna has allowed me to create a whole world for my powers au and is the main reason why i’m so in love with it rn. i love her and she deserves all the love.

christmas with the cuties! [accepting!] | @astrologicallyperfect

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? Laura is no good at untangling stuff and she gets pissy easily compared to Jesse, so it’s gonna be her

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? Jesse would pick through them and finish them and Laura would get mad. But it wouldn’t be in one sitting - it would be in multiple sittings and as he goes about his day

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? Laura!!! More because she wants to point out how ridiculous they are, not because she actually enjoys them. Jesse sighs as he goes along with it

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? I’m not sure? Laura grew up on the Christmas classics and Christmas pop so she’d want those above Michael sorry. Not sure about Jesse tho

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping? Laura always likes taking a peek at what Jesse got her, so sometimes he gets it wrapped at the mall, sometimes he just hides the present really well

who insists on making snow angels? Laura does!! And then when she’s standing all proud of her angel Jesse tackles her into the snow and they have a snowball fight

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? Laura tried to tell him not to. She really did. But Jesse put them on. Someone *cough*Gabbie*cough* gave him the idea of the dogs acting out the nativity scene and he wanted little shepherd dogs and angel dogs and the different animals in the manger and-

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? Jesse definitely prefers a quiet day in. But they never get out of it and are forced to go to Laura’s family Christmas gathering yearly otherwise Laura gets endless calls all year round. It’s always awkward because her dad is a racist bastard and yet again, they’re being asked when they’re having kids

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? Jesse refuses every time until he sees how sad she is and puts it on reluctantly

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? Jesse! Because he hid the present really well this year and as the Santa for the local mall’s promo event he must deliver the gift to those who have been good and Laura is always good

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? Laura suggested it and Jesse seemed chill about it but was panicking about it to Dimitri for weeks

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? Laura. Jesse takes them all down and kisses her everywhere he can in the house to make a point

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? Gotta be the lightweight, Jesse :)

can you believe this guy is hitting on me? [accepting!] | @astrologicallyperfect

Allie had never been a club person, not really. But this cute little place was a bookstore-turned-club at night and was really cute, because you could still read all the books and socialise and it was Allie’s kind of place for a night out.

And this one guy had got chatting to her about a book she had in her hands - a book that she’d been wanting to read for a while. He was nice to converse with, but there was something in his eyes that she recognised. Something that she’d once been on the receiving end of from Jake.

It was kind of icky, really.

When Bryce approached and wrapped his arm around her waist, she noticed how the guy suddenly looked a little disappointed, looking away from her. Ah, her suspicions had been right. Though, having a book friend would be nice… She glanced up at Bryce and noticed the stormy expression on his face, and bit her lip.

Maybe this particular book friend wouldn’t be a good idea.

we in college now boys [accepting!] | @astrologicallyperfect​