#but yeeeeeah

[moonlight--howling]

☪ ❝ I CAN FAKE AN ORGASM — to make it seem like I care. ❞

[argentelectrum]

....hi, i’m still here. just trying to get my brain back in gear for writing or something?

[bardqueenofgallifrey]

Rose Tyler is my least favorite companion. She became too reliant on 10. Liked her with 9 though. #unpopularopinions

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

I love Rose, but the way the fandom puts her up on a pedestal is beyond irritating. And yeah, I definitely prefer her with Nine, even if I’ve never been able to put my finger on why that is, and I don’t know if relying on Ten is it. Again, it’s probably just the ‘Ten and Rose were the best ever omg’ fandom attitude that’s annoying. I do actually find them really cute when I’m watching their stuff. 

I don’t really have ‘least favourite companions’ though, because that’s a more negative way of thinking than I tend to employ. (That being said, I pretty much give zero fucks about Adric and Dodo, so I guess they’re technically my least favourite companions.) 

[blitzbuckz]

Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them

Black feathers (Hint)

「𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃」 || prompts / accepting.

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

℧ :: mentioned || @miss-magical-corvid666

[anomaliatus]

💭 | Thoughts on @godstrain

Forget-me-nots and wheat -- a combination made by the child of seven years, from a time very much long, long, long ago that memory could be questioned. The colour of his eyes; the faith she had for him as symbolized by the flower, for the time that he had served as her physician, short as that had been. Wheat, such was the shade of hair hair and his reliability, stature and constant presence.

Like an ancient statue, built many years ago and weathering through the years just to meet her young and curious eyes.

But that was then and this is now and he is a new man, a different man. Not her reliable doctor made of forget-me-nots and wheat.

Today, he is nightshade and blackholes.

Nightshade can be beautiful to look at, even helpful. Not many knew some every day things was part of the nightshade family, yet at times, if one wasn't careful, something filled with beauty can be dangerous, poisonous even, if taken in. Looking at him, Emiya wondered if she would be slowly dying the longer she stayed by his side.

Or worse, sucked into something from which there was no escape. She barely recognized him as someone who once helped her; he is unknowable, unpredictable -- frightening. There was an incredible power that exuded from him, even when they met when she was a mere child, freshly rescued from an abusive home. But now it seemed more, as if his entire being had imploded and all that was left was this....Albert Wesker.

[sycophxnts]

I know i got way into getting this muse active again. but there’s so much drama surrounding brendon atm and its making me very uncomfortable to be on this account. so i’ll be back soon, just not for now.

[woman-shaped-battering-ram]

I'm twenty and tomorrow is the first weather-related day off I've ever gotten.

[punishandenslavesuckers]

like, okay, the comments to Lopez are kind of easy to forget I suppose, but the staple of Simmons' jokes and running gags are that he cannot talk to women and thinks they are strange mystical fucking creatures that cannot be color blind and cause him to forget how to function as a squadleader because they play volleyball.