#spunstories

[thiefslegend-a]

as you can see, @spunstories and i take mp very seriously.

[3bullets-blog1]

spunstories replied to your post: spunstories replied to your post: ...

it still fucks me up that sully & sam work on quitting smoking together,,, like that’s Pure

THEYRE GOOD CHARACTERS, BRENT,

[oletherian-archive-blog]

spunstories: i don't even tag my hatred of the han solo movie as opinion. it's just common knowledge that it's shit.

!! thank you !!   i probably had a twenty minute argue in my class this morning when someone burst in and so ... kindly told me we needed it  ??   and i was like  ??     are you sure about that ?   have you suffered a recent blow to the head ?   last time i checked we didn’t need a goddamn h.an s.olo movie.  but o k a y.

[infectmama-a-blog]

@spunstories

          “Ah --- oh!  You’re right.”  Of course he’s right; she knows of the wicked cut along the heel of her palm he’s pointed out; she’d fallen and cut the skin ten minutes prior.  She merely hadn’t THOUGHT of it.  Spent three years a MONSTER, unkillable ( and, oh, she tried ) with wounds far more severe than this healing with practical ease.  Why bother to bandage when her body is made to be broken and rebuilt, after all.  The unlearning is taking too long.  “I didn’t even --- I didn’t even notice.”  It’s STILL BLEEDING; she can scarcely feel it.

[thiefslegend-a]

nut dunk

@spunstories | it’s another version of tea bag. 

[shieldbound-blog1]

@spunstories

           adamant, an inert sentinel writ with taut lines and imposing figure— he offers little in the way of welcoming to undisclosed ( and unexpected ) company. rather, it’s terse words that greet, unwavering tone that doesn’t put negotiation on the table, nor will it anytime soon; conceding is the only given option and he expects no argument. ❛ i suggest that you leave. ❜

[thiefslegend-a]

i doodled you a thing. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[thiefslegend-a]

does the 'i got your nose' schtick.

@spunstories

brows furrow as it happens, pale blue eyes peering up at his brother in question. there’s a moment where the younger drake’s lips part around a sarcastic laugh and the even more sarcastic comment of how ‘that’s real funny’, the desire to tell sam to grow up— that he’s not a KID anymore, but his voice falls short of speaking it. the comment of you need to learn to lighten up, nathan, echoing though his mind; had he really lost his sense of humour? 

           he’ll choose to humour him for now.

expression turning to one of mock hurt, gaze drifts to the older’s hand before rising up once again; a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. ❝ —— that’s not funny, sam. ❞ a momentary pause to his words, arms cross over his chest. ❝ c’mon, give it back. ❞