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MURMR: THE MEME
MURMR MEME
welcome sleepies, to our meme
☆TINDER/GRINDR．
Tinder/grindr are social media sites meant for mobile usage, where you upload a couple photos of yourself and a short description. Then you're shown pictures of people and all you have to do is swipe right (like) or left (dislike). If both of you like each other, it's a match and you're connected by the private messaging system. In this case, it's all in The Murmur!
☆ STEPS．
0. Make sure all images you use are 250x250!
1. OPTIONAL: Make a post to your journal with the "Extended Profile" code (this code will not work in comments)
2. Post a comment using the "Basic Profile" code and link your extended profile if using one. Make sure to put your name in the header!
3. Tag around giving people ❤ or ✖
4. If you get a ❤ and you want to give one back, copy the "It's a Match!" code. 5. Congrats it's a match! Now you can talk to each other... about... stuff...?? And ever if it's not a match, woah.... you can actually talk it out!
☆ MY CHARACTER DOESN'T WANT TO PLAY．
If your character reluctant, then suddenly...
1. Your character's friend set up a mental profile.
2. There's some sort of competition going on for the most right swipes.
3. Sleep did it for you!!
☆ EXTENDED PROFILE． (Set to 3 images; toggle navigation above pictures. You can change the code to hold more or less if you want!)
| ●●● | About #NAME# |
| #DESCRIPTION# | |
Replace anything surrounded in hashtags, including the hashtags.
❚❚❚❚❚ BASIC PROFILE．
| offering/token | About #NAME# |
| #DESCRIPTION# | |
❚❚❚❚❚ IT'S A MATCH．
or
no subject
HALF LIGHT - (RUN.)
COMPOSURE - (Why do we have to address it? Why can’t we just pretend it’s not happening? Everything is so much easier that way!)
INLAND EMPIRE - (Nothing good comes from facing reality. It’s hard and cruel and mean.)
DRAMA - (Just lie! And take your hands out of your feathers!)
He forces his hands down, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No!”
EAT THE MARROW, KNOW THE TASTE - (Guilt floods in immediately. You want to press your belly to the floor, to lick at his snout. You don’t want to lie to your pack-brother.)
“…Maybe? I don’t know. I’m not trying to make it weird, I don’t want it to be weird. I’m sorry. I know you don’t…and you’re with Maria.”
HALF LIGHT - (He’s never going to touch you again. Not even a handshake. It’s over.)
EMPATHY - (He doesn’t sound angry. Or disgusted.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (It doesn’t matter how nice he is, you’ve made it *weird* now. There’s no coming back from weird. Men, women, no one likes weird.)
PAIN THRESHOLD - (His kindness is like a knife in your gut, twisting through your soft insides.)
I kind of wish he’d just yell at me.
…
He snorts softly, just a soft exhale. How could he not love Vander?
EMPATHY - (He's kind. When he talks you want to believe in a softer world.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (He’s handsome, his arms are so big and comforting. When you were against his chest you could feel his voice rumble in your spine.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (From a broken world, but he isn’t broken on the inside, not all the way.)
EAT THE MARROW, KNOW THE TASTE - (He knows the wild animal heart at the center of all things.)
AUTHORITY - (A real leader. Someone who won’t crack under pressure. Someone who can make others listen, and believe.)
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Vander stepped up to Harry carefully, not willing to crowd the other man but also unwilling to allow the space between them to become a gulf. A hand reached out and lightly touched the other man's elbow, and his smile was genuine and welcoming.]
You're not making this weird, Harry. Awkward, yeah, but weird? Come on, we're both grown men who have seen our fair share of life experience.
[Yet, he blinked at the name drop of Maria. Both of them had agreed to keep things secret to protect her from those who may wish to do her harm because of her association with him.
So he made a shrugging gesture.]
Ahhh well, I've been fortunate to meet a lot of good people here, both Maria's actually. I value everyone who I have developed a relationship with.
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He has to pry the confession out of his throat. He blinks down at Vander's hand. It’s warm. It’s on him like it’s nothing. He just touches people. He never freaks out during hugs at all.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Because that’s what’s normal. What kind of man is too afraid to touch anyone?)
He nods along weakly. That’s very respectful, what he’d expect of Vander. Life experience. What a concept. Harry’s life experience has left him like this. More cowering dog than person. Alone and unloved. Bile and potent self disgust rises in his throat. Again, he wants to run. To somewhere no one can see him like this.
“Yeah…people here are great.”
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[Vander used physical affection to cross gaps much of the time, though not as much as he used to as a youth. For some, they just plain did not wish to be touched, and it was a line of reading body language to determine who would be willing. Harry always seemed on the cusp between shy and touch-starved.
Of course, Harry's lack of memories did complicate things. Still, he wouldn't allow it to being a barrier for them to form a friendship and build memories together. He simply thought he had to be more sensitive for reading reactions that were engrained in Harry without a explanation.]
They are. You know that you count among them, yes? People appreciate you.