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I like to be called: abbey, bim, or little shit
My favorite color is: sea green
Gender: nonbinary ( she/they )
One thing you should know about me: i crave for affection pls give me love
One thing you should know about my muse: john has a lot of conflicting feelings;;; also hes biromantic homosexual
First language: english
I live in: philippines !!!
HIGHLIGHT:
Age range: under 13 | (14-17) | 18-22 | 23-25 | 26-29 | 30+
Am I okay with NSFW? Yes | (No) | Sometimes
My favorite/most common thing to RP is: (AAAANGST) | fluff | smut | crack | other
OC friendly?: Yes | No | (Depends)
RP blog: (does) | doesn’t contain OOC posts.
DE A D I AM SO ,,,,, spEECHLESS YOU ARE AWESOME;; im going to cry wtf thank u sm this REALLY made my day AAAAA!! im like super excited to ic with you too !! if u get a lil too busy its cool dw !!!!

the world needs more bruised + bloody john laurens reblog if you agree
- met doing laundry at 2am college au
- accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au
- picked up the wrong book when we bumped into each other college au
- hey exchange student why don’t you can come to mine for thanksgiving?? college au
- did i mention college au
- walked in on you in the shower college au
- drunkenly hooked up but you’re dating my roommate who already hates me college au
- the always-partying kid falls for the always-studying kid college au
- heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider college au
- i really hate you but you have the highest grades in class and i need help college au
- (◕‿◕✿) cOLLEGE AU (◕‿◕✿)
- im on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did
- i asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again
- you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby
- we are friends and my child’s first word was your name and im jealous but also kind of endeared
- you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “i’ll go” i feel like we might as well be married
- we’ve been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we are getting married
- our children are in the same class and we both hate their teacher, eventually the parents’ evenings are just us competing who can call out snarkier comments
- we are the only two parents who agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: “so i guess we share this hotel room?”)
- our children are best friends….yeah
- “i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”
- you crouched down to coo at my baby but i forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you

❝ don’t. ❞ she nearly takes a step back from him, but steels herself instead. she doesn’t need any more things to add onto it. plus she doesn’t want to look like her resolve would waver if he were to. now, would it? that’s a possibility. not one martha will dwell on, however, at least not in front of him. ❝ maybe not but you did. ❞ the petite brunette swallows thickly, her arms crossing over her chest.
❝ i don’t.. i don’t know if you can but. ❞ it wouldn’t be fair for her to not give him a chance. ❝ you can actually be around more, you know? ❞

“i did,” he curtly nods, bitter regret piling inside of him, crushing his chest. if he didn’t fall in love with her then, he’s SURELY falling in love with her now. he slowly steps towards her, stance steady and his steps light. his hands fidget as he starts to understand the fond memories of all those years ago– and he BLAMES himself, yes, he blames himself for taking that away.
”that’s what i came back for, martha.“ he’s not sure how he’ll ever mend this gap, (he’s not quite sure if it ever will) but he’s DETERMINED to start over– to make things right again. ”…how’s frances ?“
i. atlas wears his skin like it is golden to hide how black his insides are.
ii. the boy is a god who fights wars in his dreams because he has grown tired of spilling his own blood in his nightmares.
iii. it begins like this: rotting heart grows into an apple tree and plants decaying roots deep in his shoulders. it ends like this: he begs to be cut down and nobody dares to bring him a knife.
iv. irony tastes sharp and sweet; this grief is heavier than the weight of the world.
v. at night a sky full of stars promises that one day he will burn too.
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