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Itâs the moment of truth and the moment to lie, The moment to live and the moment to die, The moment to fight, the moment to fight To fight, to fight, to fight!
This Is War - Thirty Seconds To Mars
Fables Edition
everything had been a complete B L U R
How had it gone so wrong so fast? One minute she was cuffing Anansi, finally getting that web-spinning bastard, and the next she was flat on her back with blood pooling from her head. Three men loomed over her in completely matching black suits.
'So sorry, pretty girl, I've got to run, but I've left company'
They started beating her first for information on the town. She kept her mouth shut. She wouldn't put them in danger, not her family. Then they started beating her for the hell of it. Anansi had told them to do as they pleased with her and more than anything it pleased them to watch her bleed.
With too much blood loss she started to fade and as the darkness bled into the side of her vision she prayed he'd know. If anyone could it was Bigby.
Sure enough when she awoke, Aladdin's concerned face loomed over her as they loaded her onto a stretcher. It was a rendezvous team. When she hadn't checked in Bigby went into overdrive.
Now as she sat in the sterile, cold hospital room she knew her family was nearby. Cindy grew anxious, just needing to see them, needing to hold them again. Back there she'd actually been afraid she might not be able to. While a Fables body would always heal if they were popular enough, the mind was still so fragile.
She looked up as the door pushed open. Only one visitor at a time. She knew from the look in their eye that she was a mess. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her whole shoulder was one giant purple mottled blotch.
        "Hi..."
"Theyâre the ones who are missing out." {hi there
"I donât know man. Iâm really not that special."
â âââââ
        "Trust me, I've met many people in my life who were duller         than drying paint...you're no such person. I would gladly         take your company over countless dull princes or gossip         happy ladies."
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"I think that might be my dolly, does she have blond hair, like you? Yeah, they were saying how itâs silly to play with dolls, but they play with their own all the time."
â âââââ
        "Blond hair? Check. Pink dress...?
        That's boys for you. Trust me, kiddo, they never get any less         frustrating. Even if you're not related to them. Sometimes you         don't really understand 'em but that's alright. Just means you         still have some sense....nevermind, lets go see if we can get         that dolly."
 Native? Oh Cindy really did have a great sense of humor. He loved his job too much to go live with the Mundies. Besides, they were far too dull for his tastes. No action to spice up his life if he did live among them but then again, they knew how to make good whiskey, he could give them that.
 A hand moved to idly scratch his stubbled cheek, rolling his eyes. âAnd to think youâre supposed to be my top agent.â Of course he was teasing, not many people could be better than Cindy, she was a great asset to have.
 âWeâre hunting down an old member of Fabletown. Ichabod Crane, you remember him?â
â âââââ
        "Oh, ouch. You wound, Wolf. Maybe I'll just stay in France, hmm?"
The threat was hardly hollow but would never truly stick. Cindy'd been to France quite a few times. It was actually the closest she had found to her old kingdom. She loved visiting but leaving all this? Leaving her job, hell even leaving Bigby? She didn't think she ever could. She had a bigger purpose here.
        "Right, Crane...what a creep...if he gets handsy I'm going to have         to seriously keep myself from pistol whipping him.
        So is this a bait and switch or what?"
   âI missed going on missions like this with you.      Boys were getting boring.âÂ
â ----------
        "Now that's my girl...well don't tell your father but I like our mother-         daughter stuff. You don't hover. He's a worrier. Keep an eye out on         that ridge. You see anything that moves, tell me.
        Any boys I have to warn him about anyway?"
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"I still donât think this shoe store is all there is to you like everyone says.â
â ----------
        "Well sorry to disappoint, Ozma. I'm a girl with a killer credit card         and a passion for shoes. Princess through and through. Not all         of us are werewolves or witches. Though I guess you'd know         all about being more than meets the eye, hmm?"
OOPS. FOLLOW MY THING.
OOPS. FOLLOW MY THING.
MUN'S GOING TO COMIC CON
hey lovely followers, sorry iâve been so crap lately with getting to replies. my brain has felt like mush due to an active social life, job hunting, and going full time at a job that has nothing to do with my degree.
ANYWAY. i am going to do better one day but today is not that day as I (see about) am going to Philadelphia Comic Con for the next three days.
iâm gonna do my best to get on at night and possibly do replies but i make no guarantees.
so thank you for sticking with me, i love you lots.
ps. this notice goes for: elia, rickon, lady and cinderella.
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"All right, remember, alcohol equals pukeâŠequals smelly mess equals nobody likes you."
"Why canât you be more like your brother? ___would never beat up his landlord.â
"Is she in trouble. Sheâs gonna get it, and she doesnât even know itâŠ"
"I let him look at my boobs at the Christmas party. Not my finest half-hourâŠbut itâs been a pleasant working environment ever since."
"Will this be your first time with intercourse? Donât be ashamed. When I got married, I wasnât a virgin. I already had intercourse with eight men."
"That was a lot back thenâŠthatâd be like 200 today."
"Youâre such a good boy/girl letting an old lady pay you in meatballs."
"I realized you cramped my style as I crimped my hairâŠ"
"Once againâŠthat kind of information could have been useful to me yesterday!"
"The fact is, we grew apart a long time ago. You wanted to get married. You didnât care to who."
"You can just look at a coupleâŠand you can tell right awayâŠtheyâre gonna stay together forever."
"Thatâs the hardest thing, to write a song. A song that when people hear it⊠they go, âOhh, I know what that guy was feelingâŠwhen he wrote that.â"
"Oh, Somebody kill me please."
"Youâre going to a mental institution."
"Hey Aunt/Uncle___youâre a bitch!"
"I always pictured being married wasâŠgrowing old with someone."
"I think itâs the little things that count."
"You hit 2 cones. Those could have been people."
"Thank you! This is ____saying that ainât no sock in my crotch."
"Good luck finding a D.J. who can move and shake like this."
"Heâs losing his mindâŠand Iâm reaping all the benefits."
"Sir, one more outburstâŠI will strangle you with my microphone wire."Â
"Well I have a microphone and you donât. So you will listen to every damn word that I have to say!!!"
"And youâll end up just like us, because trust me, love always endsâYouâll be fat, divorced and broke while she has sex with all your friends."
"So youâre down in the dumpsterâŠWhen life gives you garbage you use it to climbâŠ"
"He did have very strong hands for a 13 year old."
"I hear youâre gonna have your bachelor party Friday. Gonna be all right with that? You might miss Miami Vice."
"If youâve sold your soul at least you made a saleâŠ"
"You can end world hunger or create a vaccine but if you wanna be somebody itâs all about the green."
"That is a luscious ass right there, isnât it? My God. That is Grade A top choice meat."
"Excuse me! Just because heâs going out with me doesnât mean heâll get laid. All right, he probably will."Â
"Not porno tongue. Church tongue."
"And I say that itâs the type of occasionâŠwhere people dress up, so itâs not appropriate."
"I know that youâve been hurtâŠso Iâm gonna make this really easy on you. If you come upstairs, youâre gonna get laid."
"Oh my GodâŠI canât believe I never noticed it before. You have a thing for____"
"How was your bottle of rum last night?"
"Why donât you write a song about this? You can call itâŠâI got punched in the noseâŠfor stickinâ my face in other peopleâs business.ââ
"Now I can try and meet some glamourous guyâand things might turn out cool..but as I learned when applied to DeVry you gotta have a safety school."
"Hey, psychoâŠIâm not gonna feel better about this. Itâs over. Now please get out of my Van Halen t-shirtâŠbefore you jinx the band and they break up."
"Iâm miserable. Iâm not happy. I just want someone to hold me and tell me everythingâs gonna be alright."
"Iâm sorry. I used to be much stronger."
"But you donât want to be just another yuppie idiot."
"Canât do that doing favors for people all the timeâŠgetting paid in meatballs."
"I donât know. Weâre living in a material worldâŠand I am a material girl. Or boy."
"OH MY GOD I AM AN ASSHOLE!"
"You canât expect him to live forever with his sister⊠and the nipple-twisting that goes on there."
"Right when I wake up in the morningâŠyouâre the first person that pops in my head. I keep thinking about you over and over."
"I always just envisioned the right oneâŠbeing someone I could see myself growing old with."
"He asked me to be a member of the mile-high club!"
â___doesnât deserve her. All he cares about are possessionsâŠfancy cars, CD players. Even women are possessions to him.â
"Donât you talk to Billy Idol that way!"
"All I wanna do is grow old with you."
        "It's your body, kid. If you're safe, go ahead. Hell,         what's wrong with a little fun now and then?"
"And I donât see why I canât help if I get something in return.â
â âââââ
        "Then keep me secret, keep me safe and you'll have my skills.         If the prince, my stepmother, anyone comes searching for me         I vanished, took off from this dreadful town without so much         as a peep as to where I was going.
        Do all that and I'll get you whatever information you seek..."
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âAnd I am suppose to help you why?â
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        "Because you deal in information and I'm very good at getting it.         You help me, I help you, its a very simple agreement."
A shake of his head showed Cindy exactly how he felt about those damn cartoons. They were just incredibly inaccurate. For starters, Charming was a nice guy in each cartoon he was in AND they managed to completely degrade Snowâs story to the point where the dwarves were nice. Not that anyone in Fabletown talked about it with the slight chance that Snow would overhear. It was one of the unspoken rules of Fabletown and Bigby hadnât met anyone gutsy enough to do it.
Rolling his eyes at her words, he glanced over at her, puffing one of his âhuff and puffâs. As if he needed to worry about anything, he knew Cindy could handle it, if she couldnât, he wouldnât have trained her.
"I didnât mean it seriously. Iâm sure youâve heard the Mundies use that phrase loosely, I suppose things catch on."
He jotted something down on the paperwork he was trying to get down before glancing up at Cindy again. âYou havenât forgotten what youâre going to do in France right?â
â âââââ
        "You going Native, Bigby...?"
She smirked at him over the rim of the whiskey glass. Oh just the idea of Bigby as a Mundy nearly sent her rolling on across the floor in peals of laughter. She imagined he'd frequent those smoky biker bars he often met Kay in, who knows maybe he'd even end up a cop. But with no outlet for that Big Bad Wolf, he would only be trouble. Not that he wasn't enough as a Fable.
        "Remind me, my head's still a bit fogged. Girl can only go so         long without sleep. A week is pushing it, even for me. When         do I ship out anyway? I'm guessing it's just me?"