#immuneandscreaming

[iusedtohaveafurcoat-blog]

           "I don't know what I did, but it won't s t o p beeping."

[mothernatureknows]

xdoublextrouble

thewanttoscream

seducirbitch

immuneandscreaming

wentxthroughitxalone

( Ω ) — “I didn't mean to do it. It just happened.

                            This isn't my blood.”

[silverkatana-blog]

♚

ѕєη∂ мє α ♚ ιƒ уσυ ℓιкє му ωяιтιηﻭ.

oh my goodness thank you come let me love you <3

[imaidenanditscomplicated-blog]

immuneandscreaming replied to your post:PSA: I love you all, so please, don’t take this...

[ At least stick around OOC if you can? :( I totally get what you’re going through, considering I’ve played characters that have died before too. We’re here for you, bby <3 ]

[ I'll be here ooc for sure. I might attempt memes or something idk, but you haven't seen the last of me for sure. Thank you so much! ]

[thelasthalebeta]

immuneandscreaming replied to your post:#goes to dig through wikipedia for supernatural...

[ You can do that but you’re not allowed to leave this account so there’s that fjaskl;dffjasdkl;f ]

Oh don't worry, I'm not going to leave this account. I mean, the activity might not be as much as it used to be but I'm not going anywhere. Hopefully.

[ringdaggersandarrows]

[+6 Followers]

"So...don't freak out but yeah...I'm not dead."

[imaidenanditscomplicated-blog]

◘

◘ - Random Fact about Mun

One time, mun saw an amazing stage production of Hamlet, and she loved it so much that she went home and read and re-read the actual play, line for line, at least 5 times. 

[trustyrobin-archive-blog]

        Just like he kept quiet about what happened to his mom, he did the same with his dad.

               He lost his drive—his motivation. That was his dad, the only family member he had since he was little and now he just didn’t have a family. He didn’t have much of anyone. He had been a little quieter lately—he was always using sarcasm as a sort of defense mechanism in order not to find himself breaking down to completely. He had already done it once sometime after the funeral, a second time wasn’t was not desirable, the numb feeling that came with the experience was enough for him

                                                      “Smile.”

               The spoken word came from his social worker who always happened to have the brightest of smiles on her face. The two were standing in front of the Martin household, waiting for the door to open up. He had met the mother of the family just once before they told him that he would be carted off to live with them temporarily as a foster kid.

                                  “Stiles, come on, please smile.”

               Letting out a soundless sigh, the edge of his lips curved weakly, warily. Clearly he was tired, clearly he wanted to find himself in a bed and remain there for a while, but he couldn’t. He had to meet his temporary, mock family.