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You're under arrest for being so majestic and perfect! Copy this message to 9 other blogs that are currently in your 'tumblr crushes' list ❤ Keep the game going and make other blogs feel loved! ❤ { you're not obligated to forward it bby okay? okay. ilu ♥ }
is this your way of asking me to marry you because my answer is i do.
piraticalwit replied to your post:; i have to go running today but the longer i wait...
anytime between 4 and 5 am is the best. Evening is better than afternoon definitely, but still muggy and hot
ugh i know right? i wake up at 6 am on the weekdays to get a few miles in before work but today i accidentally slept in and was too grouchy.
ofcxritas replied to your post:; i have to go running today but the longer i wait...
So sorry sweetie. *hands you ice pack, bamboo cotton shirt and some ice cream*
tysm !!! xoxo i’ll stop complaining i swear
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” // cause I've being stalking you for a long time from lilleraev and omg i love you. <3
Basic Angst Starters.
STATUS: Accepting!
“Huh?” Annika questions, jumping a bit as she SNAPS out of the daze she’s somehow managed to slip into. Soon, her attention is refocused on the woman in front of her and she’s nodding, a comforting smile on her lips. “Oh! Yeah, totally fine. I just skipped Starbucks this morning and it’s kind of starting to take a toll on me. I think I’m ADDICTED.”
Just wanna say that I think the zep hindle verse would be amazing (and definitely good if you wanted to explore a far darker part of Ben - much like how Harold Finch is a redeemed Benjamin and his humanity, Zep is the demon, the worst of Benjamin? I dunno, me being a nut again xD) but yeah, definitely good idea and I'm 100 percent behind you!
for some reason I feel that Zep is an entirely different person from Ben ?? (which is funny b/c they do share some qualities and quirks), but I guess it’s b/c he is a bit too timid, and is driven by only the need for survival to emulate Ben or Harold idk, but the point is, I’m not gonna have them the same person xD. thank youI definitely appreciate your input !
“Serafina-”
McCoy straightened his papers and gestured to the couch.
“How have you been feeling?”
ofcxritas
Vanilla, Peach, Melon & Plum! <3
SEND ME SOMETHING YUMMY !
VANILLA - WHAT I LIKE MOST ABOUT YOU
I love how dedicated you are to your writing, plots & character development.
PEACH - WHAT I LIKE MOST ABOUT YOUR BLOG
Your super detailed pages on Serafina & the like.
MELON - MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF YOU
“Wow. What a fantastic blog with a solid & imaginative character” & also that you were super nice & welcoming nwn
PLUM - A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU / YOUR BLOG
MY MIND IS BLANK RIGHT NOW I AM SORRY !!!
Headcanon for Kent! After Kent left his mother and father, Kent found himself being the recipient of letters from his mother - begging with Kent to come to his senses and return home and make his peace with Charles, his mother trying to act as the peacekeeper and mediator between the pair. Kent never responded. But he never destroyed them - instead, he kept them away in a box. The last letter he ever received was after the Iron Giant, his mother telling him he was not welcome to come back home.
okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send meyour headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )
Headcanon accepted like wow.
‘oh no…’ ( becAUSE I NEED SOME ANGST >:D )
Your muse comes to, hands covered in blood with mine barely conscious at their feet. Send me ‘oh no…’ for my muse’s reaction to yours returning to their senses.
Harold cringed impulsively, but he did not feel the expectedblow. He only heard those words softly uttered. Her trembling,pained words. Eyes fluttered opened with the realization thatSerafina was no longer affected with whatever it was thatcaused her to lash out in a way which was most unlike herself. The person who took a hold of her form just a moment before was not her. It couldn’t be.
He slowly shifted against the floor, ignoring the waves of painthat seemed to amplify at the side of his head, along with theold wounds down his neck and back, only to reach out a handto grasp hers. The simple, yet familiar gesture communicatedthat the trust he had formed with her, had not been broken—and everything was going to be okay now.
