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“No tickles.”

                                shit i say to my boyfriend

                                                    @wolfsircn

“Aw you’re no fun.” the captain chuckled. “Your laugh is contagious, why do you think I tickle you so often?”

[ask-xi]

Role Call (XI’s Rounds)

It’s that time again. Batches of 10 (less here as it’s my last call-out) mentions at a time to ensure Tumblr doesn’t choke on them. Please note I will only mention you once for any thread that is owed, so if you’re sat there thinking we forgot each other, do get in touch.

I’m waiting for the following people to pop me a reply to a thread or more. You’re perfectly welcome to ignore this or let me know if you moved the thread(s) somewhere and I’ve lost it/them somehow, or if you want to do something different. These include my sideblogs and Notchy’s blog so feel free to message me for any clarifications, though I will include links to the threads below. If you have taken longer than 10 months to reply to me (you’d be surprised how fast that time goes for me), your thread will have been archived - but that doesn’t mean it can’t be reinstated if you ask me.

I’m trying to cut down on my threads and (when I’m not being a greedy fool) limit people to 1-2 threads at a time per my blogs from now on. Existing threads still stand until finished or we can pop some on hold. Please don’t take this as an opportunity to think that you’re not important enough for me to play with. If you’re enjoying yourself, I want you here.

I have cut back to just over 400 threads, goal is to cut them down even further. Still hovering just over the 400 mark this go ‘round.

Time it took to get through whole list of drafts last round: 41 days (previous 72).

@whole-armies-turn-and-run Massage 

@wolfofthevoid Thread (though I’m happy to tail this off)

@wolfsircn How Bad Do You Want Me? (Notchy)

@yxushxuldseemxinacrxwn Jim

@ziencora Bodies (Notchy) & Everything To Hold

[britishdarkhairwelldressed]

🔴

I’ll write a starter or a drabble where our muses get some level of drunk together.

🔴- absolutely smashed

“Rose Tyler, have I ever told yooouuuuuu…” He stumbled onto her, his head resting on her shoulder, murmuring in between quiet hiccups. “… That you are very, very, very…” He tilted his head up, deep hooded amber eyes looking into hers as a lazy smile graced his features. “… Oooohhhhhh, does it need sayin’?”

He threw himself off her and propped himself back onto the bar stool, snapping his fingers at the bartender. “Oi! Y-You with the stupid hairstyle!” he boomed. “Get us one more bottle of your magic drinks,” he giggled to which the man searched for said bottle, frowning.

“Sir we don’t have any so-called ‘magic drink’,” he answered apologetically.

“Oh don’t be stupid! Drinks aren't magic y'bloody twat. I… I said whiskey!” he exclaimed.

[beatingdrxms-blog]

🌂

@wolfsircn || 🌂 : In a nasty blizzard (accepting)

    The Master only had to open the door to realize that there was no way the two of them, himself and Rose, were getting out any time soon. Great. Because if they didn’t leave soon, he was near certain that one of them- and it wouldn’t be him, he promised himself- would not be leaving at all.

    Still, he shut the door and turned on his heel, face already tugged downward in a commonplace frown. He thought about the issues he could have with her, because it allowed him not to think of all the ones he could have with himself. It provided a distraction to the drums, which could only grow worse in such circumstances.

    A whole new level of cabin fever.

    At the end of the foyer, he stopped, leaning against the wall just before the corner, turning a cool gaze down on her. He was already hunger and it hadn’t been more than half an hour. “We’re snowed in. I volunt-tell you to offer yourself up to be sacrificed if we begin to starve.”

[beatingdrxms-blog]

@wolfsircn

    “Do not disillusion yourself with the notion that you mean anything at all in the grand scheme of things.”

[darkenforce-blog]

♠

For every ♠ I receive, I will post a headcanon about my muse! BONUS: Specify a topic and I’ll make it about that topic!Status: Accepting.

Even before he became Kylo Ren, he struggled with the sides of the Force. When he went to Luke for training, he thought the side of the Light would over win, but there was still a darkness in his heart that started when he was sent off. Ben was the good. He was everything the Light of the Force stood for but he was afraid. Afraid he couldn’t stand up to Luke’s expectations of him and his power.Thus, it was easier for Snoke to manipulate and curve him to the Dark.

[britishdarkhairwelldressed]

✵ *Rose throws this in and runs*

SEND ME ✵ TO CATCH MY MUSE UNDER THE MISTLETOE!

His head tilted up, eyes falling upon the tiny stalk of leaves looming above him. The corners of his lips twitched upwards and a smirk graced his features as a result before darkened eyes fell on her, his gaze suddenly sweeping all over her, stunned that she had changed her appearance without telling her to. She looked beautiful, and he couldn’t scold her.

“I never understood the concept of mistletoes,” he stated lowly. “Parasites born from trees, and yet two people do the act of kissing underneath them. Pretty cryptic, don’t you think?” He pulled the stalk from its mount and turned it over in his hands, tossing it on the ground, a disinterested expression on his face as he took a step towards her. “That’s better…”

Hands rising from his side, he leaned towards her as his fingers curled around the back of her neck, gradually drawing her in until he trapped her lips in his.