Posts by takumi.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]interested in a gxg, but tracking for now because i have to leave soon. i'll definitely be back to share my idea, though! c:

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]haha thank you! c; looks like you have an equally amazing taste in music. i think we'll get along fine~

anyways, my idea was that it's kind of a good girl who doesn't exactly know her orientation x bad girl who is proudly out dynamic. like maybe the out girl is very loud and a troublemaker and the type that could care less about rules and authority and maybe smokes/drinks/does drugs? and the good character is really reserved and quiet and tends to just keep to herself and her studies, maybe because her parents are strict and want her to just focus on learning?

my idea is kind of loosely based on paper towns by john green (even though i kind of hated that book). so basically i was thinking our girls would've been friends when they were younger. however, as middle school came around, they both went off to different crowds and good girl's parents didn't want her hanging out with bad girl as she was too 'rowdy'. so fast forward to high school (senior year ok? or maybe junior year idc) and they have no contact whatsoever. but one night bad girl climbs up to good girl's window and wakes her up in the middle of the night because maybe bad girl has to write a research paper about the history of rock music and she needs to go to different places in the city (maybe a classic rock museum? maybe they break into elvis presley's mansion?) so she drags good girl along and they do a month's worth of research in one night and then good girl writes the paper and it just goes from there.

i have the perfect character in mind for the bad girl (and a whole first post written out and everything bc holy crap i've kind of wanted to rp this out for a while now), but if you'd like to play her that's fine too!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]ikr THEY DO PUT ON AN AMAZING SHOW LIKE AHHHH i guess i'll just have to tide myself over by watching concert vids on youtube /cries
WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN SWEET YOU'RE GIVING ME A CAVITY FFFF <333

YAY FOR LAST DAY but holy crap do you have like zero time to sleep? or do ANYTHING when you get back from work? gosh i would be so pissed off ):< i couldn't deal with that you are a much stronger person that i am. i would've definitely snapped by now

(ugh yeah i know but i'm just angry because it ups my insurance and i have zero money in the first place so abdudvgdgvudge keysmash) UGH YES that's the only reason i'm so excited. like i'm going to go see another movie with my friend this weekend and she has to go out of her way and waste gas to pick me up AGAIN and i just feel so bad but once i have my license i can pick her up instead because she only one mile out of my way instead of like 20.
YAY GOOD!!!

um the pop? that already sounds not fun .-. and the movie was actually pretty good! not as good as the first one but it was still funny even though the 'rival' group sounded weird as hell in my opinion but whatevs i'd still probably go see jurassic world instead of pitch perfect 2 though cx

well you probably will end up sobbing if you're a crybaby like me, but ahh you're welcome anything to pass on something amazing and cool and emotional and PERFECT. you gotta let me know if you like it or not sometime along the way <3

GRAAAAAVITY DON'T MEAN TOO MUUUCH TO ME I'M WHO I'VE GOT TO BE THESE PIGS ARE AAAFTER ME AAAFTR YOU
yay for mcr singalong :'D

edit;; ignore how grossly messy my hair is BUT AHH NEW PIERCING I'M ACTUALLY REALLY HAPPY WITH IT CLICKCLICKCLICK

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]sounds good! c: the book is good, but i didn't like it too much. maybe that's just me, though. :c i ADORED looking for alaska, however, so if you haven't read it READ THAT ONE and if you have then i think you'll like paper towns. c: hell, maybe i'm just bitter paper towns was made into a movie before looking for alaska was.

but do you want me to make it?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]dreams are a wonderful thing. they're like little stories in your mind that can take you away from reality, even if only for a short while. it was fascinating and intriguing and amazing. i used to love dreaming, in all honesty. for the most part, dreams were almost always better than reality. you could be or do anything you wanted in your brain, and it always felt so real. there was the tiny little drop in your heart when you woke up and you realized you were back in the real world and the dreams dissolved behind your eyes, even if you were having a pretty good go at life. gerard popped up in my dreams every once in a while, but ever since the band got back together he was in them almost every single night. sometimes the dreams were inappropriate, where i woke up with guilt in my heart, sweat in my hair, and an awkward boner i swiftly had to take care of. other times, they were so heart-wrenchingly sweet i would wake up in a stupor of bliss before realizing it was all just a dream and desperately try to cling onto the happiness and safety my brain had conjured up.

maybe reality was starting to finally become better than dreams.

this fact was proven when i was woken up in the early hours of the morning, even though i'd fallen asleep two to three hours ago at best, fully-rested and content. i could hear bandit's distant mewing and gerard's weight shifting away from me and over to the other end of the couch. i wanted to open my eyes, to reach out to him and pull him back down next to me, but suddenly his hand trapped mine in a loving squeeze and i let my body relax again, hoping he didn't notice anything. i felt his body move up and away from the couch and i cracked an eye open, peering over my shoulder and watching him slink towards the kitchen, yawning and running a hand through his mop of crimson hair. a smile slipped across my lips and i shifted over slightly so i could see him better. he was so goddamn perfect. watching bandit hopping around and mewling while gerard filled her food dish made my heart warm in my chest, and the entire scene had a sort of humbling domesticity to it that i didn't know i craved so much.

the entire day was dedicated to recording in the studio. we had one week left of touring after this by-week and then it would be full on recording until the new album was finished. i was really fucking excited for this, and definitely wasn't trying to hide it. the entire day i was on high energy, getting my shit done but with extra joking and smiles to go around. managing to get mikey to give me a piggyback ride around the studio was the highlight of my day, as well as finally being able to bring bandit. brendan, our producer, wasn't too happy about it but bandit behaved really well. watching her trundle around in the little back room and explore everything while playing with her kitten toys never failed to warn my heart. i had decided to stop playing mr. tough guy and openly let my affections for the little kitten be seen, to hell with the teasing ray poured on me.

the one thing that detracted from the brightness of the day was the slight distance i was noticing from gerard. he was acting like the same old loser he always was, but there was a certain impatience that plagued his movements that i caught onto really quickly over the course of the day. it only grew as recording progressed. and when we got back to the bus, he disappeared with a cup of coffee and not so much as a word. worry festered in my stomach, but i decided to leave him alone for now and ask him what was up when we were alone. i didn't want to seem too clingy. trying to push the worry to the back of my mind, i settled into the couch and watched ray play with bandit for a little while before he announced he was going to go pick up pizza for supper. i opened my mouth in an offer to go along, but mikey beat me to it and i narrowed my eyes at him, noticing the little glint in his eyes before him and ray left. assholes.

sighing, i sunk back into the couch and opened my arms to bandit, smiling as she jumped into them without a hint of hesitation. "you're such a little cutie," i murmured, rubbing noses with her and stroking my finger over the top of her head. the sound of my name made me lift my head up and an almost relieved smile spread across my face when i saw gerard. he didn't look distracted or impatient anymore, just a bit nervous. i tilted my head to the side a bit, excitement slipping into my countenance when gerard mentioned the song. "oh yeah! the song you told me about before we went to six flags, yeah?" i didn't even have to ask. i already knew it was the one. my smile turned into a little smirk and i scooted over on the couch a little, patting the space beside me and bringing my legs up until i was sitting criss-cross. "i know you and your ocd with your songs, gee. you gonna keep your promise and show it to me?" i questioned, a slight teasing undertone in my voice. i was eager as all hell to hear the song that took him this long to perfect, but i wasn't going to push him if he decided to back out of it.

(( it was wonderful <333 pfft you know exactly what you're doing shush
you described them 100% accurately they're such giant DOOFUSES. ahh omg stop making me wanna just timeskip already dammit. D'x it hurts how much i wanna see that play out ))

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]frustrated fingers raked through dyed blonde hair, sapphire eyes lidded and exhausted as alice stared down at her graphic organizer. she had bits and pieces filled out, but it wasn't nearly enough. the entire organizer had to be filled to the brim and checked off by someone reliable saying they had gone to all the locations they needed to, and a five page paper written, by tomorrow second hour. it was completely fucking impossible and the senior groaned, fisting her fingers in her hair and tugging, trying to pull the stress out of her brain by the roots. technically it was her fault; she'd had two and a half weeks to do this. alice had never been one for schoolwork, but this assignment had actually been somewhat interesting. it was just her luck that when she was actually motivated to do homework for once, her dad had to have a heart attack and her older brother had to be sent to jail simultaneously.

her dad was back home now, but man, that had been fucking scary. she never really talked much with her parents or spent any time with them, but suddenly hearing your mother scream and running downstairs to see your father spasming and convulsing on the floor was enough to scare the shit out of anyone who had any ounce of love in their hearts for people they were close to. they rode in the ambulance up to the hospital and it was the first time she had ever seen her mother cry. it was also the first time alice had hugged her mother since she was about five, because after that she caused too much trouble and pissed them off too much for them to want to hug her. he ended up having some sort of valve surgery that went without complication, but he was bedridden now for a while. the doctors said they were lucky; with a heart attack that strong, it was a miracle he had survived.

and just when he needed less stress in his life, alexander had decided to be a dumbass and get caught with drugs (specifically meth, the stupid fuck) and was sentenced to five years in jail. alice had no idea how much he had been caught with, but it must have been a lot. her father still didn't know yet; her mother just said he'd gone on vacation with his girlfriend for a few weeks, and that was enough to tide him over for now. it was almost a given that he'd probably go into cardiac arrest if they told him now, so it was best just to keep it from him until he was stronger. with all that crap going on, alice honestly hadn't had the time of day to work on her paper along with all the other assloads of homework they'd been given. however, there was a catch; since her grades were so poor, if she didn't get at least a b- on this paper, she would fail the class and not be able to graduate in the summer. god, she didn't even want to think about the look on her parents' face if that happened. it made her feel physically sick. in all honesty, she was pretty much past the point of caring, but with all the stress that was being put on her family right now the last thing they needed was her not graduating high school to add to the mix.

groaning in defeat, the young blonde stood to her feet and angrily kicked at her desk chair, hearing it topple over on the ground as she collapsed face down on her bed. "fuck this," she mumbled under her breath, forcing back tears of stress from her sparking blue eyes. she was at a loss of what to do. curling her body up into a ball and turning towards her window, she let her eyes trace the outside, grazing over the trees and dark shapes of houses before finally landing on the one kitty corner from hers. her old friend's house. alice blinked, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over her and she couldn't help but shake her head. that girl hadn't crossed her mind in months, and it was kind of sad. they used to be so close in elementary school, but then her asshole parents ordered her to stay away because she was too 'misbehaving' and 'rowdy' and they didn't want their daughter getting mixed up in that. and of course, perfect little princess listened to them and hadn't spoken a word to her since. scoffing, alice bit her lip. she kind of missed her in all honesty. she had been fun and bright and inquisitive, the type that never yelled at her for her actions but only looked on in wonder. it had been nice, while it lasted. then, an idea popped into her head and a slow smile spread across her face.

it was common knowledge that she was the smartest girl in the senior year. she was probably going to be valedictorian when they graduated, and she lived barely three steps away from alice. and she needed to get her paper done. all the pieces clicked together and in a flash she was up and out of bed, flicking off her lamp and stuffing pillows under the covers to make it look like she was sleeping there, just in case her parents ever came to check. it was an age old trick, but had worked for the past four years for the numerous times she'd snuck out. pulling her frayed jean shorts on and slipping a black hoodie over her tssf tank top (she was still a little emo child at heart), she climbed out the window with ease and fell to the ground.

it was ten thirty at night and the grass was already cold and dewy. curling her toes in her flip flops and walking slowly but steadily to keep them from slapping against her heels, alice crept around the back of her house and dashed across the street with her head ducked low and her hood up, even though there was no need. she was positive her parents were asleep (she could hear her father snoring from her own room), and in a tiny little suburban neighborhood like the one she lived in, barely anyone was up past ten. it was almost depressing how easy it was to just walk over to anyone's house like it wasn't the middle of the night and she wouldn't get in trouble if she was caught. eyeing up the tree that grew next to the overachiever's house (with a branch that led straight to her window, how convenient and cliche), she gripped the bark with her hands and shimmied up into the cover of the leaves with ease. she'd done this sort of shit was too many times for it to be anything but a piece of cake. carefully balancing her weight on her toes and fingers, she crept out onto the branch and scooted along towards her friend's bedroom window, proud she still remembered which one it was as she jumped off onto the jutting part of roof under her window and crawled towards the glass pane. peeking in just to make sure, her bright cerulean blue eyes spotted the form of her sleeping under the covers, hair splayed out on the pillow, and she grinned, hand coming up to rap softly but firmly on the windowpane.

(ok so i feel i assumed way too much about your character in this and i'm so sorry i usually never powerplay this much so please let me know if you want me to change things around and i gladly will!! )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]ok so here's a really crappy into (click) and pleeeease let me know if you want me to change anything! i feel that i assumed too much about your character and i'd be more than glad to switch things around for you! uwu

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]omg you deserve your goddamn rest just sleep all day tomorrow. gosh i could do it it'd die ;-;
i'm gonna be busy tomorrow again anyway so you won't have to worry about replies xP you can just rest

(yaaaaay let's tag team 'em THEY JUST PISS ME OFF SO MUCH) tbh i just feel super bad whenever anyone does anything for me because i feel like i'm inconveniencing everyone it sucks ;-; DUDE I KNOW and gas is going up around here and i wanna cry. thankfully, our car isn't a gas hog but everything goes wrong with it and we've wasted like thousands of dollars fixing shit on it and it pisses me off *o*

OH OH wow i'm dumb i totally knew what you were talking about not
yeah i know the only sequel i believe lived up to the first movie was lion king 2: simba's pride. that's literally the only one. and GO SEE IT PEOPLE SAY IT'S REALLY GOOD AND I WANNA SEE IT BUT I'M BROKE TAKE ME WITH YOOUU~

YAY GOOD :3 but get your sleep first missy /shakes finger @ u

edit;; askis;figgigwgiigw omg thank you so much gah you're more adorable than me so hah c;

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px;]the squeak of surprise that could be heard faintly through the glass as cayden saw what, or who, it was tapping at her window made alice smile, and that smile only grew wider as she hopped right off her bed and came to investigate, seemingly without any caution or sense of danger. it was hard to contain the eye roll that threatened to tilt her blue eyes skyward, but the blonde resisted, not wanting to piss her old friend off even more than she probably already was. a current of warm air caressed alice's skin as cayden popped open the window a bit, poking her head out and trying her best to sound intimidating. it was honestly kind of endearing. too bad she always had such a stick up her ass, or alice may have actually had a thing for the other girl a while back and would've attempted to stay friends with her.

flipping her hood down and letting her hair fall free, alice glanced at her old friend with a small smile, the kind of smile that was hard to see what the emotion was behind it. "may i come in?" she didn't really give the other girl much of a choice, gripping the edge of the pane and pulling it wide open, sliding in feet first with ease. running her fingers through her flyaway locks, alice straightened from the crouch she had landed in and peered around the room. there was nothing remarkable lining the walls of her bedroom, nothing to suggest this was a teenage girl's room. it looked more like a business office. "someone needs to do a little redecorating," the blonde pointed out as she stared at the plainness with raised eyebrows. her room was filled with posters and magazine articles and pictures and art, every inch of it. the walls that weren't covered were painted a deep mahogany red. she would be batshit crazy having to lock herself in a room as plain as this. it wasn't like her parents approved of her choice in decorating; there just wasn't much they could do. no matter how many times they'd tried tearing her posters and pictures down, she always just found new ones to put up, and eventually they got tired of playing cat and mouse and gave up on her. that was also the reason she had a lip ring, nose piercing, and multiple ear piercings. they'd just given up on her.

alice didn't exactly want to send the wrong impression, but she was craving a cigarette like a hooker craved money, so she pulled the carton out of the pocket of her hoodie and hopped onto the windowsill, lighting it with ease and leaning back on her free arm after that, taking a slow drag of the harmful nicotine. alice made sure to blow the smoke clear out the window and keep the cigarette out in the breeze as well (it was simple common courtesy), letting her piercing sapphire eyes lock onto cayden's. "haven't heard from you in a while, cay," she said, using her childhood nickname for the girl that she'd been obsessive about calling her, having felt immensely unique at having a nickname for the girl other than 'cayden'. she'd always found it too boring for her tastes. "how've you been?" no matter how nonchalant the senior sounded, she was actually serious. she'd kinda been missing the girl lately and wanted to know what she'd been up to.

(( i kind of made alice into a bit of an asshole because she assumes cayden is really stuck-up. she'll warm up to her eventually though) c: ))