#am sry

[forgeclericc]

@kravitz next time spike makes me read “merry dickmas” im setting my eyes on fire

[littlcorpse]

i alwys feel a little bad/guilty after pulling a flower from the ground.

[metalfacelean]

this girl is trying so hard to talk to me but I am so awkward I feel terrible lmao

[syubaby]

to my mutuals... i ♥ love ♥ u and thank you for sticking with my nasty ass :) 

[driftpartners]

@jo remember when i rb’d one not not safe for wrk thing in a blue moon and we lost 2 followers at once

[flipphonegoth]

themattyhealy he just looks so natural with tape over his mouth it was MEANT 2 BE

[flipphonegoth]

whatthebec replied to your post: “who has that dylan o'brien “shoot me” gif”:

IM A THOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSAAAAAND YEARS OLD (i dont have th egif)

YOU CANT KILL MEE

[not-by-a-longshot]

Deer in the Headlights [RP starter for ladyofarcen]

"At approximately 4:14pm, February 2nd, an accident occurred on N Cable Street and Parkridge Way…"

With file in hand and purposeful strides, Caden thumbed through the eyewitness accounts of the incident that had occurred hours prior. It involved no casualties, minor injuries, and reasonably minimal property damage. Truly, the most concerning part was the cause of the accident, itself. Or herself, as it were. The sheriff hummed thoughtfully to himself, making his way to the holding cell that contained within it a rather hysterical young woman.

According to the report, a one Silvia Sinclair was seen crossing the back-road intersection of Cable and Parkridge Way with a bow in hand when a vehicle traveling no more than fifty-six kilometers per hour approached. Upon sounding its horn at her, the (presumably) startled young lady quickly aimed and loosed an arrow at the vehicle’s front left wheel, causing it to swerve onto the opposing sidewalk and collide with a nearby wall.

Subsequently, the panicked subject attempted to flee the scene, only to be stopped by the gathering crowd of passerby.

As he passed the table upon which laid a confiscated bow and arrows, Caden shook his head, a smirk forming upon his lips. In the reports from his officers and comments from those he past on his trek to the cells all agreed upon this: Miss Silvia Sinclair was a sight to see. Little more information had been gleaned from her, and all personnel had described her as nothing short of distraught, incoherent, and incorrigible. It was his job, it seemed, to change that.

He settled the file at his side as he opened the door to the holding cell, arching his brow at the officer in the midst of interrogating the poor girl and interrupting with a slight frown, "Now, is that any way to treat a lady?" The sheriff stepped aside and gestured to his subordinate to leave them, "You are dismissed, Officer. I’ll be taking this from here."

With that, finally, he settled himself before Miss Sinclair, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and offering it to her with a reassuring smile, "You’ve a bit of dirt on your cheek, Miss. Are you quite alright—? Is there anything I can get you? A glass of water, perhaps?"

ladyofarcen