#blondenaivety

name:      allyson

pronouns:     she/her

preference of communication:     tumblr ims

most active muse:     Hope is the loudest most of the time but I have a collection of a billion fandoms

experience / how many years:    6 years on tumblr. I think almost 4 years rp

platforms you use:  tumblr mostly though i have recently tried discord

best experience:     friendships. I am a naturally quiet  person and being disabled means that I am often alone. there are so many kind people and deep friendships I have made here with our own little worlds

rp pet peeves:   people thinking they are better than others wether thats having a hateful experience or judging others based on the edits and overall look of their blog

fluff,   angst,   or smut: fluff angst is usually my cup of tea though I am a mixed bag writer

plots or memes:   i like both! when I start with a new writer, sometimes, I just need to pants the plot first. Usually memes to break the ice than I change

long or short replies:  both though I am a rambler

best time to write:  friday nights I usually have a lot of muse though usually during the day

are you like your muses:  of all my muses, Hope would call me the kettle to her pot. My therapist actually watched the originals and legacies and her mouth fell open for my personality and a lot of life stuff

I’m going to tag some people I would like to get to know better or see do this

@kookwits​ @kierras​ @westerosiqueens​ @percentstardust​ @bcbliophile​ @wcrriorhearts​

@jaymaybnk​ @depictedblue @rebelcliche​ @scarednotscary @gareththegreat @edhellfire​

@bcbliophile​ @blondenaivety​ @depictedmorada​

tagged by @r33ds​

we can just kiss for a while. / @blondenaivety

When Cassie had arrived to Boston, Conrad hadn't really thought that they'd end up close. This year, of course, had been hard for him and admittedly, finding anyone to hang out with that didn't make him want to fade into the background was a win. Still, it didn't mean Conrad didn't get lost in his own mind-- not realizing how late it was as they sat on a roof of a party house that was slowly but surely losing the chaotic noise of the party he'd hid from, blunt in his hands. "Shit-- yeah. You're right," he laughs to himself. Clearly that blunt had impacted the perception of the night as he stares at the bright light of his phone. "You need a ride or something? My brother's on DD-duty."

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, trying to push some of it back. He wasn't really sure on what it was that they needed help with, one of the girls in the sorority had texted him about some kind tap leaking. He wasn't really a plumber but he did know how to fix some things, and if couldn't fix it maybe he could figure out what it was that needed to be done.

He had learned the hard way that, it was just walking inside even if they had asked him to come over. He knocked on the door, and he was let in, a small smile on his lips, and it wasn't long until he was in the kitchen laying on his back his head under the sink and with a wrench in his hand trying to tighten it. "Okay, I think it's fixed," he said, "can someone turn on the water, not a lot I don't feel like getting soaked today."

❛ i think our orders may have gotten mixed up. ❜ ( for sam )

Sam looked up when he heard a voice, it was something that felt familiar, but he couldn't really put a face to the voice. Sam hadn't really paid attention to what order he had been given, and he looked down at his order, "oh," he replied, "you might actually be right." A smile played over his lips as he looked at her, and he used his free hand to rub the back on his neck. "You want to switch?" he asked, "or we could find somewhere to sit and go half on each," he smiled at her, "oh and I'm Sam."

SMASH or PASS -- ACCEPTING

Conrad chuckles at the thought of the new cheerleader girl. She's not exactly the type he'd picture to want to hang out with the broody captain, despite the fact that they've partied together. It was a new friendship but he couldn't say where it was exactly going-- but he's going with his gut: "Smash," he admits. "She's pretty. I'm not going to lie. But it's kind of cliche, isn't it? Football player and captain of the cheerleaders?" he asks, shrugging.

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The head cheerleader wasn't impressed, not in the slightest, especially when they all had a game to attend in the next two hours. Conrad had pulled a prank on the entire squad, replacing their cheer uniforms with oversized football jerseys and cycle shorts. “You realise it's you guys who are gonna look like dumbasses when your squad shows up looking like this, right?” Cassie responds, shaking her head at his attempt to justify his actions. If truth be told, she didn't care nearly as much as some of the other girls, part of her wanted to laugh about it, but that would only put her in hot water with the rest of the team. As a new student, the last thing she needed was to turn her back on her squad, especially when they'd all been so welcoming. The cheer captain let out a dramatic sigh before storming off and Cassie had to fight to suppress a laugh. Conrad had a unique sense of humor, that was all. “Well?” She asks, turning to him. “Guess we better get this show on the road. It's gonna be a game to remember.”

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Admittedly, Conrad wasn't the only one in on the plan to replace the cheerleader uniforms. While he might've been the one to think of the plan-- just another attention-seeking act by the Fisher boy-- he wasn't taking the whole fall for this. Still, Cassie and the rest of the girls at least looked a little more comfortable in the ensembles. "Or we'll look like revolutionaries," he tried. Conrad was thankful that at least Cassie wasn't losing her shit. They'd done it to be a joke but some of the girls had taken it as a personal attack against them. "Not even going to give me a 'good luck'? I didn't know you guys didn't do that in California," Conrad smirked. He'd thought about the sunny state a lot, especially when he looked at the dwindling number of summers at Cousins Beach. He needed the ocean like a lifeline but looking at the Atlantic just wouldn't be the same anymore.