#fugitiveofoz

[onemansinsanity-onecatsreality]

I was listening to the Inception ost and I just had this inspiration for a group(ish) Au and I need I really want this now

[steptothelight]

[Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless heaven

Good god, let me give you my life]

[pensivemercury]

uM really, you're perfect at playing Jefferson-- you make him human and extenuate his characteristics beautifully, whether they're good or bad. You know him really well and you do show that in your writing-- which is p much amazing btdubs -- but yeah you're perfect your Jeffy's perfect i dunno man imma slide outa here

[ Thank you sweetie ahhh ;u; You're so lovely afhrvd ]

[mymindisanorphanage]

+5

        "I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy..."

[piedspiper]

fugitiveofoz replied to your post: [ has anyone noticed my beautiful icon...

its gorgeous

[ im probably the only rper who has an icon of their fc.. but not their muse.. you know what im saying?? ]

[theheartlockedaway]

fugitiveofoz replied to your post: #so anah’s a scary all-powerful being ...

uMM??? you ARE??? i wouldn’t question your god-given powers here, anah.

bow down, peasants. xP

[theheartlockedaway]

#so anah's a scary all-powerful being when it comes to fanmixes#i'd recommend reblogging this

[theheartlockedaway]

Don't Cry Over Spilled Ink || Dorothy & Graham

Professor Binns was still droning on in that famous, endless monotone that passed for a voice, and Graham’s head wasn’t the only one that was beginning to droop. His mind was drifting further and further away from the goblin rebellions. He wished he were outside in that cool misty rain, or perhaps down in the Great Hall with a flagon of pumpkin juice, ignoring that ridiculously large Transfiguration essay that was due at the end of the week. 

Time slipped by far too slowly, but at long last they were dismissed with a spectral wave and a wheezy reminder that they had an oral presentation on the beginnings of the house-elf liberation movement to prepare. With a great sigh of relief, Graham set off, not really having any destination in mind. Perhaps his head was too far in the clouds with indecision, because the next thing he knew, he was bumping into a smaller person, knocking both of their things down to the ground. 

“Oh, bloody hell, I’m sorry.”