#glowingteeth

[sansregret]

♛ : Opinion on outer beauty

♛ : Opinion on outer beauty 

Yves is like...so vain.  So vain.  He’s vain, he’s petty, and he absolutely will care about you more than he would otherwise if he personally thinks you’re hot.  He puts a lot of effort into his own personal image and gets utterly ashamed if people see him when he’s looking scruffy and unkempt.  One time his boyfriend visited him when he was sick and therefore sweaty and gross and unshaven and Yves cried.

[nonukesthanks]

🎵?

Coldplay - Viva La Vida

I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave the wordNow in the morning I sleep aloneSweep the streets I used to ownI used to roll the diceFeel the fear in my enemy’s eyesListened as the crowd would sing,“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”One minute I held the keyNext the walls were closed on meAnd I discovered that my castles standUpon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

[jackscrewed]

➶ : Opinion on killing

He’s just so tired of death and dying and murder, all the constant petty wars between raiders and cities and various factions, everything.  It’s unjustifiable unless your own life or the life of someone else is in danger, and even then, it’s not to find any pride in.  He killed and maimed people in the raider days.  He’s so tired.

[aglitchinemotion]

Bright Smiles [Randall/Darla]

Well, shit. She really had to start keeping a better eye on the weather. The sudden rush of the wind and humid crackling in the air was some warning, but not warning enough. Darla squinted against the dust and film blowing in the rising storm, peering through for some form of shelter. There had to be something around -

There! One of those old subway entrances, leading down below. Maybe not the best choice, but at least it was actual shelter, right? Out of the storm, where she might be able to see a foot in front of her and get away from the rads. Ghouls might be a risk, or molerats, or - well, anything, really, but there didn’t seem to be many other choices.

A deep breath - immediately regretted as she choked and coughed on a lungful of dust - and she stumbled down past the creaking entrance. Dark down here, musty-smelling. Did she hear things shifting, out there in the blackness? A shudder. She took another few tentative steps inside, a hand tracing the stone of the wall...

Wait. Was that - a glow? Bright, impossibly bright for down here. Some sort of emergency light? All the one’s she’d seen were red or blue or white, not this strange greenish-yellow. Still, light was good. She perked up, daring to call out.

“Hello?”

[radiatedgreenhouse]

😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?

Katherine once agreed to a date to a warmonger. The tribe was hoping to trick her into staying, but to no one’s surprise, the two had no chemistry. To Katherine’s surprise, though, the war criminal cut things off before she had the chance to.

[aglitchinemotion]

💗 Has my muse ever been in love?

These days, Darla isn’t sure she’s ever been in love. She thought she was, back in the Institute with the scientist she was assigned to, but anger and betrayal have turned those memories sour, as has the knowledge that her feelings were never returned. She certainly has intense crushes, and does believe in love whole-heartedly. She just isn’t sure how to define it.

Well, she knows what it isn’t, at least. She knows it isn’t a glitch.

[yarbsale]

I Hate Croutons

everyone loves croutons