karmageddon †

your choice kingdom, our voice crowns men. kingsman, agent percival indie multiverse + multiship

[mini-musings]

describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

[cognvc]

    ❛ YOU CAN’T SAY YEEHAW IRONICALLY— IT’S AGAINST THE RULES ! ❜

                                      AN INDEPENDENT STATESMAN AGENT COGNAC, WRITTEN BY VIC

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this is my sisters contacts

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Roberto Ferri, Il canto della Vergine (details).

[paieun]

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Why do girls like being choked?

feels good when you stop breathing for awhile.. and then catching your breath.. especially when you’re cumming, but just my opinion.. others just really tryna die

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*collapses on my king sized canopy bed with lavender satin sheets and goose down pillows in a baby pink silk robe holding an empty (but once full) swarovski crystal wine glass, throwing a maincured hand loosely over my eyes* im in love

[perrcival]

VINYL AND CHILL

not until you buy me that french villa, hart

[perrcival]

[text]: wrong person. Sorry.

READ AT 07:02

[perrcival]

[text]: I'm ready and waiting.

[text]: keep waiting.

[perrcival]

auraepuella:

❝ I suppose I’ll have to try even harder now to become Lancelot. I’d like to have you around for a long time. ❞ She smiles. ❝ Did you honestly think I’d be one of the top two candidates? ❞

      “i wouldn’t have chosen you if i       didn’t think you were capable of       being a kingsman. you’re already       better than most of the agents i       have to call my colleagues.”

      he matches her smile before quickly       adding, “but you’re still not allowed       to tell me what to eat.”

[oomshi]

am i dramatic yes is it justified also yes

[aly-naith]

posters: House Slytherin

“Or perhaps in Slytherin, You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, To achieve their ends.”

ravenclaw | hufflepuff | gryffindor

[perrcival]

agent-lancelot:

The sight of Wesley made James freeze altogether for a moment, his mind going blank at the question. It wasn’t as though he never expected to see the other man again, but he’d hoped that they’d at least be on speaking terms before he suddenly came face to face with him. Still, he didn’t regret saying his piece on how he felt about Wes’ actions weeks ago, though Wes’ ensuing silence spoke volumes on just now little the other man clearly valued their friendship. Knowing Wesley would prefer to stop speaking to him altogether rather than just apologise almost hurt more than his original betrayal. James fought to school his expression into indifference, though he’d never been as good at icy stoicism as the other man.  “I just popped by to get my yearly physical. I’ve put the bloody thing off so long that the medical staff has started sending me increasingly annoyed emails reminding me to get it done.”  His gaze fell to Wes’ arm and even as he told himself not in ask about it–not to care about it–he knew he’d never be so cold as to not make sure Wes was alright, no matter how angry he was with him. “Broken arm?” he ventured. “How’d it happen?”

      reckless landing, he thought. “rough       landing,” he answered, mirroring james’s       gaze as he looked down at his arm as well.       he couldn't stand to hear the concern in       the other agent's tone. it reminded him that       james was too soft for his own good while       wesley was a hard, thin line. half challenge,       half warning, daring someone to cross.

      he swallowed his pride, realized he fucked       up, but he still resented james for treating       him like such a villain, as deserved as it       was. what kept him from admitting his fault—       to even consider it a fault already had him       reeling— was his stubbornness. it kept him       in the perfect transitory state, some purgatory       between denial and acceptance. “how have       you been?” he asked, and he almost wanted       to ask about the birthday card from weeks       ago too, but his stubbornness.

[yesterdaysprint]

Star Tribune, Minneapolis, Minnesota, December 27, 1908

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[perrcival]

auraepuella:

❝ So is a celery stick, maybe you should eat one. ❞

      “i’ll eat one when you become an       agent. i don’t take dietary advice       from recruits.”