#lesbosaurusrex

“Oh my gosh, I got you to cry during Mockingjay Part 2? Really? I told you it would break your heart! I can’t handle the death scenes, I was such a blubbering mess I didn’t even notice that some of those tears were yours. Now we have to watch it again! I have to see this firsthand, I have to do a better job comforting you this time.”

WOW ITS BEEN OVER FIVE YEARS AND IVE FINALLY CHANGED MY URL!

It had been a long day of classes, and all Marley wanted to do was curl up in her bed and fall right asleep when she got home from working on her group project. There was nothing to make her feel better about how stressed she’d been lately except for a good night’s sleep -- without any free time, she’d even been too blocked to write any new songs lately.

Not even turning the lights on, Marley tugged her shirt over her head and pulled her night gown off the top of her dresser, where she’d left it in a hurry earlier. Blindly, she crawled towards the bed, only to find a lump of a human there, already sleeping.

Marley let out a frightened squeak, but it wasn’t a totally unusual occurrence -- her roommate was out of town for the weekend, but it wouldn’t be the first time that she’d told someone they could crash there without warning Marley. Wouldn’t even be the first time they’d ended up in the wrong bed, either; Alice tended to leave a bunch of junk all over hers, making Marley’s seem much more inviting.

Turning off the light and trying not to panic, Marley’s nervous look morphed into a bright smile when she made out the sleepy figure already under her covers. “Ryder!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend and practically tackling him with the hug. “I didn’t know you had time to come visit this weekend! Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded, nuzzling into him and already feeling a hundred times better.

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

Counting stars- One Republic.

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

She thinks it’s adorable, but realizes Ryder was never much of a texter to begin with, so excuses his lack of emojis.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

As quickly as she can without seeming too eager, so she manages to wait a few minutes. (Because that’s not too eager, right?!)

How often our muses text:

Most days, at the very least-- Marley finds it difficult to go for longer than a day without hearing from Ryder.

How often our muses call:

Once a week? Depending on what they have to discuss or if Marley is out of the city it would become more frequent.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

So this would depend on her mood, if they were fighting, or something happened but usually no. During their separation however, definitely. Hearing his voice would be too difficult for her.

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

[TEXT] Tell me you’re not working Friday?

[TEXT] Age of Ultron. 8pm. You and me.

[TEXT] And if your boss says no, I’m going to have some sort of emergency so you’ll have to come anyway :):)

JOKES ON YOU

Send “⁇” for a drunk text. 

[TEXT] Ry, can you pick me up please?

[TEXT] I want you to be the one to come pick me up!

[TEXT] Get it? Because pick me up can mean two things?

[TEXT] I had too much wine. Blame Kitty.

[TEXT] And now I’m spamming you but, I’m glad it’s you! :)