#notxbellatrix

[ixsaidxreal]

*kisses* You've caught the kissing disease. Now you've gotta pass it on to the next ten people on your dash.

"..."

[nothinglessthansevenincheso-blog]

notxbellatrix replied to your post:notxbellatrix liked your post “I burned my...

layna is laughing at lissa haha [ jk r u okay bby ]

You were nice to me until now! (I'm okay, the pain is finally starting to go away. It hurt like hell when I first posted that though.)

[nothinglessthansevenincheso-blog]

notxbellatrix liked your post “I burned my freaking finger. It hurts.”

Is that a "I feel your pain" like or a "Layna is laughing at Lissa" like?

i-am-chairman replied to your post “I burned my freaking finger. It hurts.”

//How did you burn it?

I was taking the shortcakes off the cookie sheet and I put the glove on the corner so that I could put my hand there... but my thumb touched the sheet instead of the glove.

[parseltongueheir]

{anDI JFC

THER GOES MY LauGH boX}

[nothinglessthansevenincheso-blog]

So I love you for the fact that you used Lissa and Adrian in that meme.

[imnotwounded-blog]

"No really, I'm fine..."

"What do you want, anyway?" The blonde boy sighed tiredly; the nightmares had kept him up and fatigue was slowly setting in. He tried not to sound hostile or irritated, but lack of sleep was just really getting to him.

[parseltongueheir]

HELLO

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[x] I’m taken-… kind of

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d. {arrogant bastard}

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[x] No bc u already did and i’m about to send you one

[asimplechurchcat-blog]

        Church raised a brow at the newcomer, his tail twitching restlessly, worrying. He knew not who she was, or what she wanted here. He meowed, the sound stretching out as he transformed, his body stretching and fur receding until he was a man standing before her. 

        "Welcome to the Institute. State your purpose, and let us see if it is pure of heart."