memesandthings:

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO ! 

Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

wrong/random number texts: 

  • ( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?
  • ( ✉ → sms ) [random name here]? is this still your number?
  • ( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) you don’t know me but i’m bored and texting random numbers, so hi!
  • ( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!

sad texts:

  • ( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?
  • ( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately
  • ( ✉ → sms ) thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…

drunk texts:

  • ( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that
  • ( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine
  • ( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol
  • ( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????
  • ( ✉ → sms ) all i wnat to do right now is talkk to you

angsty texts:

  • ( ✉ → sms ) please talk to me. please help me make this work.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think we should see each other again.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) when will we admit we’re no good for each other…
  • ( ✉ → sms ) just know i cared about you. i really did.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were between us

misc texts:

  • ( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww

  • ( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please

  • ( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.

  • ( ✉ → sms ) you haven’t watched my snapchat story all day. what are you up to?????

  • ( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?

  • ( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?

  • ( ✉ → sms ) soooo, in your opinion, what are some of my best qualities? i need help writing my tinder bio.

there-is-blood-on-my-hands:

PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.

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The Meme || Accepting

Send 🍼 to see how my muse would react to being handed a baby

Bryan had the day off; he’d submitted the rough draft of the article he’d been writing to the newspaper he was working for, and was waiting to hear back, but they said it would be tomorrow. All his other work was complete, and as for his novel; well, he was having writers block and wasn’t going to attempt to force anything to happen. Today was supposed to be just a relaxing day, him sitting on the couch and playing Spyro.

That was, until a baby was suddenly unceremoniously plopped into his lap.

“What the f–fudge?” He stammered out, dropping the control and making sure to hold the small, giggling child so that she didn’t fall out of his lap. She looked to be a few months old, and Bryan glanced at her and then at Octavia, who’d parked herself in a chair nearby.

“Octavia, if you’re going around stealing children, I would really not like to be a part of this,” He deadpanned then, “As cute as she is, you can’t just take children, that’s called kidnapping, you know.”

“I’d throw this remote at you if you weren’t holding her,” was the response he got back, “We’re babysitting. I promised the girl downstairs that I’d watch Rose for a few hours while she went to work, because her usual babysitter is too sick to come in.”

“… Generous of you to volunteer both of us,” Bryan snorted out at his best friend, “Since when did my day off turn into the both of us babysitting? No, don’t answer that. I don’t know if I’d trust you babysitting by yourself. Or me by myself. So I guess we’re stuck and she’s just gonna have to help me beat this level in Spyro, yeah?”

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The Meme || Accepting

Send 🍼 to see how my muse would react to being handed a baby

“Wha… no, Bellamy don’t you da– oh my god!”

Bryan’s eyes went wide as Bellamy handed over the small bundled up child to him, looking frantically between the bundle he was now holding awkwardly in his hands, and the older man in front of him. He was frozen in place, as if unsure how or if he could move at all, and silently praying in his head that he wasn’t going to end up dropping the child or something.

“It’s not funny!” He finally sputtered out when he heard Bellamy and the child’s mother laughing, “Bellamy! Take her back! I’m not ready for the responsibility of being an uncle! That has to come later when she’s at least old enough to sit up by herself and not like… this fragile!” He glanced down at the child again, arms still stiff and just feeling a little panicked; he’d never held a child like this before.

It was then however that the tiny child let out a gurgle and then a cooing noise, and he felt his arms relax just a little. The kid was cute, he couldn’t deny that of course; and he did want to be a good uncle after all. Still, the baby was so tiny and fragile, and although Bryan appreciated the fact that the kid hadn’t started screaming yet, it made him still feel a little nervous.

“Okay, uncle time is over. If this is some ploy to get me to  babysit for a while, it’s a no go, Bellamy,” He stated, taking a step back towards the older man so he could take the child back.

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When my time comes
                     Forget the wrong that I’ve done
                                            Help me leave behind some
                                                                           Reasons to be missed