War Is Coming Communications.

I'm thankful for Violet Harmon. It was all dark before her.

If anyone needs me, I'll be busy eating my feelings.

I can't believe he's

Ollie? Aside from the whole creep factor of waking up in a graveyard, I was actually really happy where I was, so if whatever's doing this could stop being a douche and send me back? That'd be great.

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Is this some kinda fucking sick joke?! What the fuck? Tate?

Yay for random insomnia? I mean, really. It's 4am, I've already been up for an hour and a half. Considering I have classes today, I don't see this ending well.

This isn't right.

I didn't realize how fuzzy the memories got... few weeks back and I forgot the most fucked up part of my life. Existence. Whatever. In the worst headspace I could possibly be in right now. Lawrence is the last thing I need. So...how goes the crazy? Looks pretty bad out there...

Okay, so me and Spike were watching a movie, yeah? And then I fell through him. As in. He's no longer corporeal. He's a ghost again.

AND MY HAIR WON'T CHANGE COLORS ANY MORE. What is this shit?

I walked out of a door in California in 2015 and ended up in Kansas in 2012.

How does that even work?

Magic? Somebody's going to say magic, right?

So, I never really thought about how the whole being a ghost thing could be useful but... I was thinking, I can't really die again, right? So...if there's something I can do to help somehow, somebody let me know? I'm not really all that skilled in pretty much anything (I should seriously look into some of those classes offered around here once things calm down to some tolerable level again), but I can be used as bait or something. I don't know. I just want to help.

Thanks for the rose...

Why do you have to be so sweet when I want to hate you?

This doesn't change anything, though.

Might as well get this over with.
Damn scary vampire

I never do apologies. Sooner kick the guy's ass than admit to being wrong. But there's a bad fight eventually comin and looks like I don't have a choice in being here or who to be here with and you assholes guys are going to need me so...yeah. Sorry.

Swear to god if anyone makes a big deal out of it

[Anatoly]

Part of me ain't sorry for slugging you. Always've had a temper. But, shouldn't've done it all the same.

But if you ever hurt her again, I can't promise the claws'll stay in.

Y'also ain't gonna have to worry about me being your neighbor for a few days. Took off to cool my head and maybe try to find somethin worth doin while I'm here. That, y'know, ain't chasin after your wife. Much as it pains me to admit it She's picked you. So, this is me backin off.

[Lexi]

Did my best at apologizin. You wouldn't happen to know of a place I can stay for a while, would you? Figure time away from them all would be a good thing.

When is somebody passed redemption? Is there a point you reach when you can't go back anymore? Can you do so many bad things that there isn't even a chance to make it better?

I've never been out before in the winter.

I don't understand.

I was thinking more about the taco conspiracy and I got hungry, so I bought a whole box.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
If you want a taco, there's plenty in the kitchen.

nananananananananananana

BATMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANnn






isss a doUCHE

Why does walking into Starbucks feel like walking into one of the nine circles of Hell? Do we really need five thousands flavors of coffee? Will the world perish without them all? Can the dipshit in front of me put his phone away for five seconds? Is this the official hangout spot for assholes? Can they at least put up a sign letting people know? I have so many questions.

Violet, this is worse than your dad sending me to get him coffee and then me not remembering what the hell he wanted.

I'm not always like this,
It's something I become...
A terrible weakness,
In my nature, in my blood.

Save me, oh save me,
Save me from myself
Before I hurt somebody else again.


[ooc: Apparently Tom is the only muse who wants to do anything this weekend, sorry guys. Wheeee~]

All alone
It was always there you see
And even on my own
It was always standing next to me

I can see it coming from the edge of the room
Creeping in the streetlight
Holding my hand in the pale gloom
Can you see it coming now?

Oh, I think I'm breaking down again
Oh, I think I'm breaking down