shooting star. school started up for me since monday which means my activity will be less and less ( well it’s already less ) for i have to make time for schoolwork. the upside is that tuesdays and thursdays i get to leave early for the day, but that doesn’t mean that i will be available. i will try to keep this blog active when i get the free time, mainly on weekends when i’m not busy. mutuals can always s.kype me if you wanna bug me even though i hardly ever use it.
so semi hiatus starts right now. hope everyone has a good whatever time zone you’re living in!
( my math class gave me a headache today. i never took pre calc during high school. send help. )
I am probably one of the worst rp partners in the history of the activity.
- I drop threads.
- I lose threads.
- I take my threads in odd directions that should probably never be explored.
- I go through phases where I’ll only respond to two or three of my partners.
- I go through phases where I’ll only respond to a single thread, and you’re left wondering why I’m not responding to you.
Sometimes I can be a really great partner -
- I might be really on top of replies.
- I might have everything in my ask box answered.
- I might be perfectly in synch with where you’re trying to take the thread.
Sometimes I’m not.
But the great thing is that it’s okay!
- When I drop a thread you like just tell me! Chances are it’s in drafts or I’ve lost it.
- Even if we try a dozen different things and nothing sticks, don’t be afraid to start a new thread with me or come to me with an idea.
- Sometimes I’ll be overwhelmed by everything I have going on, and I’ll have to put you on the list of rp’s to start.
- Sometimes I’ll jump right on the thread and then drop it after a few days.
- Sometimes we’ll carry the thread out all the way to the end, and have a grand old time getting there.
But please, remember that each of my rp partner is valuable to me.
- Even the ones my muse doesn’t like.
- Even the ones I’ve only done a thread or two with.
- Even the ones I used to rp with and don’t any more.
“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?”
“I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?”
“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?”
“Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…”
“Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?”
“Watch out for that truck!”
“Is this your wallet?”
“You look very different to your profile picture…”
“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”
“Did you see that?! He had a gun.”
“Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!”
“Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…”
“I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.”
“HELP ME!”
“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”
“Are you alright? You look really pale.”
“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”
”Have you lost something? Can I help?”
“Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.
Mabel Pines chose love over fear and bet the whole universe on the word of a con man and won.
Mabel Pines didn’t get the summer romance she was looking for but in the end she was okay with that because she learned to love herself.
Mabel Pines thinks that every woman she meets is beautiful, including herself, and if you don’t understand how radical that is you’ve never been a twelve-year-old-girl.
Mabel Pines met a creature she idolized and it told her she wasn’t good enough and she punched it right in its smug stupid face.
Mabel Pines was terrified of growing up because of everything she might lose, and the narrative didn’t blame her or break her for feeling that way.
Mabel Pines cared more about friends and family than magic and mysteries and not only did the narrative validate that, her scrapbook ended up being the most important object in the show.
Mabel Pines is glitter and sweaters and cheesy pop songs and blurry group selfies and the biggest smile in the crowd and she’s also so, so, so much more.
This isn’t a “your fave could never” because those are weird and needlessly combative, but look, I know what kind of narratives girls get. I thought that my fave could never. And then she fucking did.