Jun 19, 2014
"I missed going on missions like this with you. Boys were getting boring."
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"I missed going on missions like this with you. Boys were getting boring."
++superspycinder
"I still don't think this shoe store is all there is to you like everyone says.”
~~*HOLY FUCK I HAVE OVER 50 FOLLOWERS SO HERES A FOLLOW FOREVER*~~
{{ ♕ }} -- Okay well first I would like to thank my mother and all da highschool bullies for all but shoving me into isolation and thus making it so I relied on my computer for friends, and also Jesus. If you're up there i gET IT OKAY. There's a reason for everything you were right whateVER DUDE.
In all serious though wow. Thank you so much all of you for following me and putting up with my bull shit and procrastination when it comes to replies and my tendencies to go off on rants and make 9320842 muses which leads to ignoring other muses and just WOW I don't know how any of you put up with me much less like me.
Okay so without further ado here we go. The people below are the people I'm going to end up following until i die and then i'm just going to write my URL's on my grave.
*Normal* is the people that I consider a part of my roleplay family and have made this place home for me. People I love and would like to interact with more (IC and OOC because holy shit you guys are adorable) are italicized, and bold are the people that I stalk from afar all bug-eyed because they're hella quality and i'm not worthy.
~~*LOOK AT ALL THESE LOVELIES SWEET LORD*~~
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~~*EPILOUGE*~~
Okay so at first glance it might not look like much but trust me when I tell you that each of the people tagged have had something to do with me sticking around this corner of tumblr roleplay. They're people who have inspired me and become my friends (even one of my closest friends, you know who you are person), and who have just all together brightened my day and given me many undeserved ego boosts and just been overall so lovely that I couldn't imagine leaving. Not any time soon. Ya'll are so lovely and I just want to smoosh your cheeks and love you forever. Thank you so much. Thank you for your friendship and support and praise and inspiration. Thank you for everything.
+Superspycinder
"Have you seen my toy, Miss Cinderella? The boys were playing tricks earlier.."
"So. Um. How are the shoes?"
superspycinder
"Why if it isn’t Cindy! Any reason you’re in the Business Office?"
The night was dark and stormy.
No, no, that's not right.
The night was stormy and somewhat pale looking because the moon decided that...
No, that's not right either.
Oh right.
It was with a soft sigh that the grizzled hand placed the empty mug back down onto the bar before him. He scratched the side of his face, stubble bristling against his fingernails before he wiped away the last remaining drops of the drink.
A dark and stormy (i knew that was somewhere in here!), they called it. Technically it was just ginger ale and dark rum, but when made correctly it looked like a storm cloud hanging above a dark night.
The mundy bar was dark and dingy, a true dive, and a biker bar if there ever was one. Bigby was probably the only man here not dressed in a leather jacket and biker boots. He wore his usual suit and loose tie. His long coat draped about him.
Bigby usually wasn't one for mixed drinks. Give him scotch, neat and above 46%, and he would be content. There were a few drinks that stood as exceptions to this unwritten rule. Among them stood old classics such as the Old Fashioned, Manhattan, and in this case, the Dark and Stormy. As he motioned for the server to bring him another he leaned forward against the bar, just in time to see the new arrival enter.
"You're late." His voice was quiet, raspy and guttural, like the distant pipes of a Harley Davidson motorcycle on the freeway in the middle of the desert.
He didn't say another word as the blonde sat down next to him and the bartender slid another tall glass of ginger ale and black rum down towards him.
+1
"What can I do for you today Cinderella?" He asked