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@mercenarymoran22
Yuan's superhighway... it needs a bridge to cross that odd-angled hallway! If I win the contest, that's what I would like to get. :)
Please vote for my buddy Wren so he can get a nifty addition for his kitty-highway! <3 Yuan is a super lovebug of a cat and totally deserves it. :D
Thank you @flightofthetheivingmagpie - I have tea right now because of you -HUGS-
Also, I havent forgotten about the yarn. I’m still too poor for the proper carders :( Health = Hella expensive. MRIs and Xrays suck :(
@flight-of-the-thieving-magpie
Sorry - posted to my Little!Seb blog by mistake. >.>;
I’m over there a lot lately, for my sanity.
PSA: OOC
I was going to hop on this blog today, but with the active sniper situation downtown last night, and all the death and hatred going on…I don’t think I can deal with the extra grit/violence that ‘mercenarymoran22’ RPs usually has - at least not for a while. :( I’ll be staying on my Little blog.
I’m sorry if this a disappointment or inconvenience for anyone.
If you don’t mind Little!RP (IN A NON-SEXUAL CG/L CAPACITY) or my OOC Littlespace (again, non-sexual!); you are welcome to find me over at: @littletigermoran
So many pornblogs following this Seb RP....that’s depressing.
Going back to lurk on my Little blog since this place is dead. :( Will check back occasionally for starters or w/e.
leftover cottage pie potato om-nom-nom! <3
I don’t even like onion rings but I would definitely eat these
tasty onion wrang
an onion mozzarella ring!?!? revolutionary
Ocelot meets crab. [video]
civil naptime (everyone agrees steve is the most comfortable to sleep on)
ahah ant man
D'awwww!
I TOTALLY MISSED ANT MAN AND THEN I SAW HIM AND THEN THIS BECAME SHEER PERFECTION.
Okay, I get it. Self Confidence is important. Be a queen. Wear red lipstick if that’s your thing. Love yourself.
But be a benevolent queen. Don’t be a fucking asshole to people who did nothing wrong. It’s not cute and it doesn’t make you look cool, it makes you look like a bully. Try lifting other people up instead. I’m so fucking tired of people on this website glorifying being a dick to others in the name of slaying. Just be nice, it isn’t that hard.
this is so important
Andrew Scott - A Study in Blue 10/? (X)
Pen Pals || yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
By the time Sebastian sat up, he was pale. Jim was right, he was in a lot of pain, but he’d never admit it. At the offer of the other plate, he shook his head. “I don’t deserve any more than anyone else. Besides, doc’s orders. I’m on.. this…” He said with a dejected sigh. “Until I’m well enough to leave.”
He lifted up a sporkful of mashed potatoes and let them plop back down with a depressing ‘splot’ as he turned the plastic over, before stabbing the spork into them. Yummy.
JAmes sighed looking at the soldier. “Are you sure your alright?” He asked knowing he was annoying the other with the continuous question. Jim smiled with a slight laugh. “I’m sure that is fantastic.” He joked sticking his tongue out. “Are you sure you dont want any of mine?”
“When do you think you’ll be allowed yo leave?” He asked poking around at his food.
He shrugged, managing not to wince. “They said probably next month, but that’s assuming nothing goes wrong while I’m healing.”
With a face of disgust, he took a small bite from the mashed potatoes.
“A month?” The small guy asked sounded rather displeased with that answer. “Why do you need to stay here for a bloody month? Besides what could go wrong with the healing process?” Jim sat down his fork at this point. Looking rather annoyed he just sat there stairing at the tray of food and waiting for an answer from Sebastians mouth.
“How the hell should I know?” The wounded soldier snorted, taking another bite. “I’m not a medic. They just won’t let me leave an’ say I need to stay here. It’s annoying as hell, boring, and the food sucks; but the painkillers almost make up for it”
“Well no shit. I see that you are no medic.” Jim gave a slight smile, half jokingly as he poked around at his food some more Jim “You know you can always sign out AMA.” Jim thought for a moment. “Unless they don’t do that with soldier stay.” He finished the statement with more of a question than an answer to keep the idea in Moran’s head a bit longer to entertain the thought. “But if you stay, You surely won’t be bored with me darling.” Moriarty smirked, the sass causally dripping from his voice.
“I could do that…” He said with some consideration. “I got discharged anyway so it’s not like I’m going back.” The sniper smirked softly. “Somehow I get the feeling you’ll never bore me, regardless of location” @yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
Jim gave a slight smile leaning onto the soldier. “You really think so? Even staying with me?” He asked with a bit of questioning. “That is if you still want to do that.”
“Only one way to find out…” The soldier said. Reaching over, he pulled out the IV cables with a slight grunt and removed the heart monitor. Beside the bed, the machine started screeching as it no longer was monitoring a heartbeat. Ignoring it, Sebastian weakly pushed back the blankets from his hospital bed.
James gave a smile and quickly walked over to the screaming machines, pushing buttions until they became quiet once again. He then went back over to the soldier and helped him up and out of bed.
"Thanks..." Sebastian said, giving his new roommate a weak smile. "I think there's a wheelchair we can nab unless you wanna carry my wobbly ass all the way to the car. Need m'clothes too, if you dont mind? " @yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
Return of the King || yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
Jim gave a slight laugh. “Maybe you should have not threatened him and just cut it off anyway and he could have taken that AS his warning.” The psychopath chortled and folded his arms across the chest with his eyebrow cocked up with his signature smirk smeared across his face.
“What can I say? “ Sebastian said, sitting down on the couch and holding his injured hand. “I was in a good mood that day, so he still has both his ears.”
@yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
“A good mood, Sebby?” He questioned. “Well, it must have been quite a great day if you were in THAT good of a mood.” He sighed and started to take a seat next to the other until he paused, attention caught by a knock at the door. Rolling his eyes he walked over to answer it.
“I also didn’t have time to get blood out of my suit, so that probably had something to do with it.” At the knock on the door, he smiled. That was fast, which was good; he was hungry.
@yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
Gathering the food he gave a fake smile and gave the money to the delivery guy quickly getting him to leave. Jim turned back and setting the food down on the table for the both of them. “So you still have blood on that hideous suit of yours?” He questioned in disgust.
"Yes, and it's not hedious" He defended his off-the-rack suit, with a scowl. "I just need to soak the stain in ice water and club soda, it'll be fine." Walking over to the table, he pulled a chair with his good hand. @yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
Return of the King || yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
Jim gave a slight laugh. “Maybe you should have not threatened him and just cut it off anyway and he could have taken that AS his warning.” The psychopath chortled and folded his arms across the chest with his eyebrow cocked up with his signature smirk smeared across his face.
“What can I say? “ Sebastian said, sitting down on the couch and holding his injured hand. “I was in a good mood that day, so he still has both his ears.”
@yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
“A good mood, Sebby?” He questioned. “Well, it must have been quite a great day if you were in THAT good of a mood.” He sighed and started to take a seat next to the other until he paused, attention caught by a knock at the door. Rolling his eyes he walked over to answer it.
“I also didn’t have time to get blood out of my suit, so that probably had something to do with it.” At the knock on the door, he smiled. That was fast, which was good; he was hungry.
@yourfavoriteevilpsychopath
The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you aren’t good enough for any of that.
“It’s not the illness,” it says, “You feel this way because it’s who you are.”
“Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.”
Me: I can’t get out of bed today, what is wrong with me. I’m so lazy and terrible and I am a huge flake and there has got to be something wrong with me. My brain: There is no war in Ba Sing Se.
Babies~ part (1&2) they’re all here together :‘3
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