#lydsdeetz

[initiatedremade]

hey boomer

get off my lawn you young whippersnapper 

[cassunzelsinactive]

*tips hat to you* gerard

m’way

[cykelops]

my xmen sona is laura kinneys ridiculous little brother who gets adopted by the entire gang and who’s codename is Prometheus! He’s a Frankenstein-creature and he can bring things to life, even inanimate objects.

Another Wolverine son!! I fear for his safety

[initiatedremade]

"shut up" im merely stating FACTS that you yourself has sent me. consider reevaluating ur taste in men - nico :~)

listen. i know it’s crazy. travis doesn’t wipe his ass. but i can’t resist him. he is too sexy. too sensual. the way he looks over his shoulder, seductively, and says . . . moe. it’s just so sexy

[cassunzelsinactive]

who are you

im your worst 

[cassunzelsinactive]

thanks for understanding my textpost ❤

iu understnad nothing

[remnantglow]

Top five magnus archives eps!

2 - do not open

12 - first aid (bc jon tries to pronounce a polish word in it and it’s SO bad it’s funny)

71 - underground

83 - drawing a blank

132 - entombed

[i-dont-mind-the-arts-blog]

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'It was such a good dream,' Gabrielle thought as she groggily turned over in her bed. The alarm was strategically placed further than her hand could reach, forcing herself to crawl out of bed and turn it off on her feet. "Why didn't I choose a night class?" she asked herself as she silenced the obnoxious alarm with the push of a button.

The morning was routinely. She slipped on a knee-length dress with a pea-coat style of buttons reaching from her neck to just above the bust, a pair of black leggings, a pair of old black heels, and a red knit flapper's hat to top it all off. A normal college student would go to school in their pajamas or something else comfortable, but ironically the thought of going to class like that made her uncomfortable. As icing on the cake, she prepared her eyeliner and mascara.

Gabrielle left her sister, who had class that afternoon, alone at the flat, silently promising her return. She started walking to the bus stop, her fee chingling outside of her wallet in the orange tote bag thrown over her shoulder.