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@raisedtoxfight
ON HIATUS UNTIL JANUARY 21ST
So I’ve only been back a few short days & I can’t believe I’m already up to two hundred followers. So as a thank you for following me, roleplaying with me, and even just talking to me; I wanted to give something back to you all.
THIS PROMO WILL END TOMORROW NIGHT. Just because I want to have all week to finish the prizes.
Rules;
Must be following me, of course. Reblogs only, please only reblog once. Only independent rp accounts. Any fandom is welcome. Please don’t unfollow after, but I can’t really enforce this. Give me time to get the prizes done.
Prizes;
One first place winner will receive: + 20 icons of any fc. ex [x] {must be able to find screencaps on these sites. [x] [x] [x]} + A playlist for a character/ship/verse. + A picspam of a character/ship/verse/tv show. ex: [x] + A sidebar fitting your theme’s measurements, can request to have url added, a quote a specific screencap, can also be a gif; anything. ex: [x] [x] [x] + A graphic & a description of why people should follow you. Reblogged twice a week for a month.
One second place winner will receive: Their choice of 4 of the 5 prizes above.
One third place winner will receive: Their choice of 3 of the 5 prizes above.
" -- no, you hang up first."
someone tell me where the FUCK cora hale is right fucking now
18th century france
friendly reminder to everyone getting bothered by the ‘influx’ of new blogs that will be joining us tonight:
no muses are the same. the character may be, but we all have our own personal portrayal or interpretation of them.
you were once one of those blogs.
the people that truly love you and your muse will not forget you.
please tag your scott hate as #bullshit
Reblog if I can send you texts IC
my mother sensed a war in her womb, and so she raised me to fight.
- “birth of a daughter”, hafsa atique
egosumtitanium:
asdiksdf /loves forever
i'll help you punch someone stupid it'll make you feel better
“I’m not saying that I’m afraid of the dark, that’s ridiculous. But you have to admit with the power out this loft is kind of creepy.”
A small shrug was offered as a response, along with a solid effort to keep herself from teasing the other girl. "I thought it'd take more than a power outage to get to you. Do you want to find some candles?"
“I’d actually never seen it. But Stiles keeps calling me Katniss, I figured I should figure out what he’s talking about. Do you?” Her eyebrows went up in bemusement, and she motioned toward the popcorn bowl. “This? Uh, yeah. Not a problem.” She put the popcorn bowl in between them, giving Cora a small smile. “Go for it.”
"Just because you're an archer?" Archeress? She didn't really know if that was a word. "Doesn't seem very creative. And, uh, I don't really watch many things." Shuffling to the side to give more room to the bowl, Cora shifted glances between the girl next to her and the television, and this still took some getting used to, since last she heard. the name Argent wasn't passed around very kindly in her family.
A lot changed in six years, however, and given that whatever remained of that family was partially the reason why she was still alive, Cora tried to tell herself to give them the benefit of the doubt, tucking her legs under her body as she chewed with a thoughtful expression.
“Okay, you’re going to have to explain it again. Why are these vine things funny and why do you want my help making one?”
like this for a starter?
The unattractive snort, and the words that follow, are brushed off slender, shrugging shoulders. Hands to go equally slender, and hard-earned hips as a smile came to her lips.
“That’s because you don’t know me yet. Hanna Marin’s the name. Future Rosewood High Prom Queen.”
There's something about the way that she seems so sure of what she's saying that is almost endearing in its naivety before Cora allows herself the rise of an eyebrow, not moving from her spot.
"Cora Hale. Hopefully aspiring to better things in life."
"Can I help you?"
She wasn’t sure who’s idea bonding was, but somehow she’s curled up on the Hale couch with Cora, a bowl of popcorn in her lap and The Hunger Games playing on screen. She had glanced over to see Cora’s reaction to Rue’s death, and in doing so, had caught sight of the girl with the hungriest look in her eye. She hoped it was for the popcorn.
Play it cool, play it cool, play it cool.
It was just popcorn, but social interactions that didn't involve somehow threatening to rip out someone's throats still puzzled her, and overall, she just did not want to ask.
Clearing her throat, the girl motioned towards the screen. attempting to deviate the attention for a second. "Do you usually watch movies like this?" Then, after a beat: "Also, do you mind sharing?"
Maybe this whole bonding thing is working and all, but halfway through the movie, there's this somewhat intense look on her face as she stares down at the other's popcorn packet.
It's not her fault she only got hungry now.