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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
roma★
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
shark vs the universe
taylor price
blake kathryn
almost home
Cosmic Funnies
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
todays bird
oozey mess
YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle
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Jimmy Eat World
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@bracedmechanic-moved-blog
this blog has now moved here.
the messy look that this blog has was causing me to hate coming on Raven and I really don’t want to do that. All threads will continue for those that want to and I’m more than happy to write new threads with people.
this blog has now moved here.
the messy look that this blog has was causing me to hate coming on Raven and I really don’t want to do that. All threads will continue for those that want to and I’m more than happy to write new threads with people.
❝ I am not your girl, I am not your trophy, I am not your prize to be won.
I am the fire that burns a thousand fields, I am the ocean that drowns a thousand souldiers;
I am d e a t h itself and you better fucking r u n. ❞
THIS IS MY MUCH CLEANER/TIDIER VERSION OF THIS BLOG!!!
this blog has now moved here.
the messy look that this blog has was causing me to hate coming on Raven and I really don’t want to do that. All threads will continue for those that want to and I’m more than happy to write new threads with people.
❝ I am not your girl, I am not your trophy, I am not your prize to be won.
I am the fire that burns a thousand fields, I am the ocean that drowns a thousand souldiers;
I am d e a t h itself and you better fucking r u n. ❞
THIS IS MY MUCH CLEANER/TIDIER VERSION OF THIS BLOG!!!
this blog has now moved here.
the messy look that this blog has was causing me to hate coming on Raven and I really don’t want to do that. All threads will continue for those that want to and I’m more than happy to write new threads with people.
I think I might remake Raven because this blog is a complete mess now and I hate that it's not tidy, no matter how much I delete/edit stuff.
A gv based on Friends would be so damn fun because I love that show and I could quite literally quote it word for word.
❛ you can be wild , you can be FREE. you can move MOUNTAINS , you can break WALLS. you can stand tall enough to FIGHT and never fall. and at the end –– you will be a L E G E N D after all. \ INDEPENDENT + SELECTIVE OCTAVIA BLAKE AS TOLD BY MAL SINCE 09/2016
Bellamy Blake is that guy you bring home to your parents and he says crap like “yes ma'am” and “thank you sir” and they fall in love with him and automatically hate every person you date after him asffshsfjlsg
you know ma’y mama. she always told me —- us SOUTHERNERS get our good manners from the british. an’ i was thinkin’ ain’t that a pity. y’all ain’t keepin’ nothin’ for y’reselves.
y’all ain’t never heard of knockin’ ‘fore y’enter ?
independent. private. and highly selective. agent tequila from kingsman: the golden circle. as portrayed by sun.
my replies are queued so someone new come write with me.
my boredom has caused me to rewatch all three seasons of Fuller House.
Send ‘ ♕’ if you claim the mun
friendly reminder
u can always turn my answered memes into threads
u can always send me memes no matter the genre
u can always write to me ooc
u can always start another thread with me even if we have a thousand already
A plotted season five starter for @everyturnanycost.
Re-entry was a bitch.
Flames licked outside the rocket's windows, the atmosphere burning against them as they forced their way back to the ground. The rocket rocked back and forth, struggling to cope. Well, what did she expect a hundred plus year old rocket to do on re-entry? The mechanic gritted her teeth, fingers clenching tightly around the manual control stick. It wasn't quite time to kick it into gear yet – not until they cleared another few thousand feet. The six individuals that she had survived with for the past six years clutched their seatbelt straps; the atmosphere surrounding them being a mix of excitement and anxiousness. Nobody really knowing what exactly to expect. Her left hand flicked the switch that controlled the thrusters, deactivating them as gravity caught up. She wouldn't need the back thrusters again – just the front ones, the ones that should lesson impact to the ground. The coordinates she'd pre-programmed into the navigation remaining a flashing dot on screen, growing bigger as the rocket fell closer to the surface. The ground loomed closer, and her hand moved towards the parachute deployment system. She'd need to activate that, and then switch the forward thrusters in quick succession. If she didn't, they'd hit the ground too hard and at the wrong angle. Deploying the parachute, the group of seven landed shortly after. There had been a jolt - something that she had warned her friends of before they had set off on their journey - but not enough of a jolt to injure anyone. The mechanic had calculated their landing repeatedly and their ship was now exactly where she had planned for it to be - atleast an hour away from where the bunker was. The distance was a hinderance but practically unavoidable, they would manage it. Most of them would, anyway. She would struggle because of her leg, but she wouldn't allow it to be a reason to slow them down. As Raven's hand fumbled with the release of her seatbelt, she turned her head back to look at the rest of the group as they were already discarding their space suits and helmets. So she did the same. Each of them taking their own turn in climbing out of the ship; the land that now greeted them was almost unrecognisable. The small remains of certain landmarks helping them to understand where exactly they were, and which direction to take to get to the bunker. Without wasting any time, not even bothering to set up camp for the night, they had already packed up their essential items and were following closely behind Bellamy. Just as they did when they had landed on the ground the first time. Some things just never changed. Taking slightly longer than expected, the walk to the bunker took them a little over an hour, only down to the fact that map reading was a difficult skill without distinct architecture to point them in the right direction. Polis no longer resembled the location that they had left behind. The tower was gone. The skyline was flat, no buildings left intact. Some had fallen from the force of Praimfaya, some had collapsed when others had crashed down onto them. It didn't take them long until they had reached their chosen destination - a mound of rubble that had formally been the tower. And somewhere beneath it, the Bunker door. Raven's eyes already skimming over the large fragments of concrete and bricks and only god knew what else, trying to work out which were the structural ones in the mound – which ones they could move, and which ones to avoid until later. It took a while for them to work through the rubble, strategically moving it out of the way in attempt of avoiding any potential injuries. A collective sigh of relief coming from the group once they could now clearly see the door. Each of them using their limited energy to pull the door open before they could make their way inside. Bellamy's initial reaction to go off in search of his younger sister while Raven skimmed her eyes over the group. Looking for a certain someone in particular.
Take this as your official starter call for something related to season five.
