#onlyjokesherebro

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

    she  doesn’t  know  how  LONG  its  been  since  she’d  last  seen  her  friends.  after  what  had  happened  that  night  on  the  mountain,  her  life  had  fallen  apart,  shattered  into  fragile  fractals  of  what  it  had  been.  when  she  and  her  sister  were  young,  they  promised  each  other  they  would  remain  together  forever.  the  golden  thread  they  spun  that  day,  dreaming  of  futures  unknown  and  hopeful,  had  been  CUT. her  older  sister  was  GONE.  it  had  been  two  hundred  and  fifty  eight  days.

    she  replays  the  scenario  over  and  over (and over)  in  her  mind.  a  cabin  full of  underage  kids,  drunk  off  their  asses  and  feeling  a  bit  more  bold  than  normal.  hannah,  radiant  and  glowing,  effervescently  ALIVE  and  elated  for  reasons  beth  did  not  know.

    ❛ things  will  be  better  soon.  ❜  hannah  had promised  her,  dragging  her  into  a  cupboard  to  whisper  the  words  as  if  they  were  a  heavily  guarded  secret.  beth  had  not  understood  at  the  time.  she  wasn’t  sure  she  ever would.  in  fact,  she  wasn’t  entirely  sure  it  hadn’t  been  a  dream  or  something  her  subconscious  had  conjured  up.  her  therapist  had  warned  her  that  she  could  not  trust  her  own  mind,  not  after  the  tragedy  that  had  befell  the  washington  family.  perhaps  that,  too,  was  something  else  her  mind  had  tricked  her  into  believing.

    she  remembered  the  COLD.  how  her  sister  had  run  out  of  the  family  lodge,  wearing  nothing  but  a  sheer  shirt  that  seemed  to  be  buttoned  incorrectly;  as  if  it  had  been  done  in  a  hurry.  ❛  i’m  such  an  idiot !  ❜  she  had  found  hannah,  sobbing,  inconsolable.  the  radiance  she  had  noticed  earlier  into  the  night  had  been  snuffed  out.  ❛  i’m  SO  DUMB.  ❜  and  even then,  beth  had  not  truly  understood.  she  had  collected  enough  information  to  realize  that  her  friends  had  done  something  AWFUL  to  her  sister.  she  did  not  realize,  however,  the  magnitude  of  their  actions,  not  until  she  was  faced  with  a  choice  of  her  OWN.

    hannah’s  hand  felt  impossibly  cold  in  her  own;  it  was  like  her  sister  was  dead  already.  she  had  never  dreamed  that  she’d  be  have  to  live  a  nightmare  like  THIS,  where  she’d  have  to  choose  between  her  own  life  and  her  sister’s.  she  had  always  sworn  that  if  it  came  down  to  it,  she  would  lay  down  her  life  and  die  for  her  siblings.  but  as  she  clung  desperately  to  safety  she  realized  for  the  first  time  how  truly  selfish  she  was.  her  eyes  shift  down  to  hannah,  her  twin,  the  one  she  swore  to  protect  and  spend  her  life  with.  she  thinks  back  to  the golden  thread-  the  bittersweet  promises  they  had  made  to  one  another  in  the  security  of  childhood.  in  that  moment,  hannah  was  no  longer  her  sister.  she  was  DEAD  WEIGHT-  the  only  way  for  beth  to  survive  was  to  release  what  was  holding  her  back.

    her  eyes  are  filled  with  tears  and  she  turns  her  gaze  to  hannah.  she  wants  to  tell  hannah  that  she  loves  her,  that  she’s  TERRIFIED,  that  this  is  the  only  way  for  her  to  survive.  but  there’s  an  empty  feeling  in  her  chest  threatening  to  swallow  her  whole  and  she  can’t  form  the  words.  ❛ i’m  sorry. ❜  the  words  are  shaky  and  almost  unintelligible,  but  they’re  the  only  thing  she  can  manage  before  her  grip  slackens  and  the  coldness  of  hannah’s  palm  disappears.  she  claws  herself  to  safety  as  her  sister’s  screams  fill  her  ears.  she  cannot  thank  her  savior.  she  cannot  do  anything  but  let  him  drag  her  away.  in  that  instant,  she  hopes  that  he  is  a  murderer,  and  that  she  will  suffer  a  fate  more  horrific  than  what  she’d  forced  upon  hannah.  but  she  lives,  and  her  sister  is  dead.  

    I  KILLED  MY  SISTER.

    with  a  sharp  inhale,  she  turns  her  gaze  to  chris,  blinking  away  the  memories  she  had  become  so  accustomed  to  seeing.  her  eyes  sting  with  unshed  tears,  and  she  clears  her  throat  so  to  dispel  the  lump  that  has  formed  there.  she  plasters  a  smile  onto  her  face,  something  she  had  mastered  over  two  hundred  and  fifty  eight  days.

    ❛  how  shakespeare  of  you.  ❜  her  tone  is  bright,  but  the  words  are  unsteady.  she  casts  her  gaze  to  the  floor  and  shifts  uncomfortably,  squirming  under  his  gaze.

◦ ∘ ○ ✿  ▏   ❛  You've had that movie on repeat for at least 10 hours. Is there a conspiracy or is it just that good?  ❜

This meme!

Ignore the aware as he scrambles  to grab his hat that had blown off  in the strong wind. Not paying  attention to what was happening in  front of him, at least, until he ran into  someone.