#seethingflickers

[ofgodsmonstersandheros]

"hey loser"

N’awww thank you c:

[imsorryitsallmyfault]

@seethingflickers

If asked how long she had been running, Kanaya wouldn’t be able to tell. The question itself is a little vague for someone of her characteristics. Was it meant to be literal? Or more figurative? Perhaps some convoluted mix of the two? For example, is the question how long had she been running from her problems? Or is it how long had she been running from vigilantes? Or perhaps it has more to do with how the question is asked. Is it inquisitive? Harmlessly curious? Interrogative?

Regardless, Kanaya would not be able to respond, though whether that had more to do with the specificity of the question or the bullets whirring past her head was still up for debate.

Running as fast as her legs could carry her, the psychic dashed through the dimly lit streets, taking as many twists and turns the buildings would allow. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her going at this point. Without it, she would have collapsed minutes ago. Even then, her body was giving out, and the stranger on her trail was catching up.

 She needed a cover, and fast, if she were to survive. 

Survival was a great motivator for both speed and decision making, as the girl had decided that she would take the first possible chance at a decent cover, even if it was just to catch her breath.

[castielrisingabove]

I was tagged by @thebloggerbloggerfun for the six selfies challenge. Technically that Pittsburgh photo wasn’t 2016, but I was hard pressed to find six selfies at all. Anyway, I’ve lost track of who’s done this, but I’m tagging @empatheticmoose, @seethingflickers, @heavenscorruptedangel, @galaxystiel and whoever else wants to do it. 

[theheartofthemountain]

Welcome to the Mountain

Welcome to Ark’s Page! Feel free to come on by and plot! I’m sure we’ll be able to think of something without much issue! I know some of us started but never finished, my bad!!!

@seethingflickers  @demonicxwinchesters  @winchestersxbaby  @the--good--soldier  @theladynindeofrivendell  @elentelume​

[pastcause-blog]

*tosses my url in*

Do I Follow Them?:  yaasss

Why Did I Follow Them?:  cause i love ocs c:

Do We Role Play?:  UHM i have a reply to write so yes 

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: YASS

An AU Idea For Our Muses:   hmmmm HMMmmMMmMMmM them in purgatory 

A Song For Our Muses: i dunno im horrid at this stuff 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: ye probabllyy

What I Think About The Mun: so very nice omg ;-;

Overall Opinion: yes i like u <3

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[i-am-made-of-stars]

“Zia.” She’d nearly walked by him on the street, but had looked back just in time to realize that he was familiar. “Zia. Do you remember me? How are you?”

@seethingflickers

[gayleontologists]

You look super cute okay byeeee

ahhhh thank you so much!!! :))

[kxllerblond]

seethingflickers

The manner in which the man stood conveyed he was waiting for something ( or someone ). A slight look of agitation crossed his features, the dead giveaway that they were late to some degree. The way Clark drew his gaze towards the man, expectantly, only proved this further. His brows furrowed upon realizing that the stranger was not HIS strange that he sought; the realization that he had most likely been stood up began to sink in.

“Do you have the time?” he asked plainly, surprisingly p o l i t e despite his obvious agitation.