#inixre

[jxtstreamm]

inixre

“That sounds like a fuckin’ trainwreck waiting to happen quite frankly.”

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14, 12, 3

                      Send a # and my muse will talk about the mun                                         ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING 

14. Do you think your mun would survive a zombie apocalypse?

“She watches too many zombie films already I doubt she woulddie immediately -- Maybe after a couple of months, we’ll see.”

12. What do you think about your mun’s music?

“Its.. Not as awful as I would have expected it to be. Of course,there are exceptions like when she listens to house music. Butotherwise its fine.”

3. What do you think about your mun’s significant other or their crush?

“You say that like she has a significant other. She’s very much single and definitely looking however, other than her weird crush on that celebrity, she has no crushes.” Not that he knows of, at least.

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“How’d you grow so much?!“

                               Height-related {Sentence Starters}                                      ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING

         “Watered and fed at least three times a day.”

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inixre.

“Tyrunt.          Let go of the woman’s pant.” He said sternly, gaze dropping          down to the Pokemon, jaws clamped onto the lady’s pant           leg as its tail flicked around in amusement, big eyes staring          back up.

[wanderingmythologist-archive]

☹ [ i'm a terrible human-being-- ]

☹ For yours to accidentally hit mine in the face with the door.

Max was a person that suffered from tunnel vision.

When she was focused on something, she was committed to it. Researching, spelunking, vying for the next meal at the Mauville Food Court… Her vision narrowed, and everything else was blocked out. On the one hand, this was handy for when she was on the scent of the next big discovery, she didn’t waver, digging in her jaws like a stubborn Granbull, refusing to give up until she got the results she wanted.

Buuuuuut on the other hand, the tunnel vision meant that she didn’t notice anything else. Like the door that was swinging out at an alarming velocity.

One minute, Max was walking to the café, nose buried in the book she was currently holding, scanning through the paragraphs describing the various habitats of certain Ghost-type Pokémon – and OH ARCEUS PAAAAAAAIN

It smashed into her nose with the force of an eighteen wheeler, making her cry out in agony and drop the book, hands clutching her face. Everything was white hot agony, and she continued to groan and whimper, hunching over to the ground as tears leaked from her eyes. Blood could be seen trickling from between her fingers in a thin stream.