#the-troubled-hacker

[greengownsandgoldstuff-archive]

"Hey Adara!"

"Oh.. hi.." She smiled, silently praying for piece and quiet. "What do you need?"

[imreallyjustanactor]

"Names Jonathan, might I ask your name doll face?"

"R..Richard.." He blushed a little. "Though I'm not doll faced.."

[72-reasons]

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?

"Pillaging, naturally."

[imreallyjustanactor]

Evening old sport.

Uhm... Hi I guess? -smiles shyly.

[blamejimkirk]

00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Jim had always hated the timer on his wrist. Soul mate. The idea was idiotic and ridiculous. There was no point in such attachment. No point in having a soul mate, someone you needed and depended on.

The criminal was fine being on his own. He even liked it that way.

Then he came across him and for some reason, his brown eyes flicked to the timer on his wrist.

00:00:00

Oh, no. That just wouldn’t do. He’d have to dispose of him before this got in his way.

[future-castiel-novak-blog]

Insert like fifty stars here•

//oh my

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

You already did.

[ask-themorantwins]

"Uh.. Hey."

Severin arched a brow “who is ya?” he asked.