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⁽ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ⋅ ⁾ BARNEY

feel free to like this for a lyric starter! even though i have about two hours before work, whatever i get most likely wont be posted until i get back from my shift later this evening.

#⁽ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ⋅ ⁾ barney #( barney )#multimuse rp #oc rp #indie oc rp #indie supernatural rp #indie paranormal rp

disneydriven

Goob’s idea of a fair trade

#⁽ ᶦˢᵐˢ⋅ ⁾ barney #( barney )

thcughtless-deactivated20180126

writing-prompt-s:

You, a historian, find something odd in your records. The same face, accompanied with variations of the same name, keeps emerging in paintings, drawings, woodcarvings and documents, from a span of several centuries. It looks suspiciously like your assistant.

#⁽ ʷᶦˢʰᶫᶦˢᵗ⋅ ⁾ general #( general )#⁽ ʷᶦˢʰᶫᶦˢᵗ⋅ ⁾ barney #( barney )#⁽ ʷᶦˢʰᶫᶦˢᵗ⋅ ⁾ abel #( abel )

⁽ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃᶰᵒᶰ⋅ ⁾ TAAVI

02. for many decades, taavi revealed his true name to no one. the few individuals that took him in over the years in an attempt to care for him only knew him by the names given to him. just as those he “repaid” in indentured servitude, the once-man possessing a preexisting name wasn’t even considered by these individuals. it wasn’t until the turn of the millennium that he rediscovered the power of his name. now he uses it to label the curse he brings onto others; enlighten them with the source of their despair.

#⁽ ʰᶜ⋅ ⁾ taavi #( taavi )

teavibes

It’s nice today ☀

#⁽ ʷᵃʳᵈʳᵒᵇᵉ⋅ ⁾ nasa #( nasa )

djkills-blog

i’d like to make some sweet music with you

#⁽ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵒ⋅ ⁾ mun #one more time for the folks in the back #!!!!!!!

exubiytsa:

[★] It’s as if the presence of a child brought the surrounding world back to LIFE. People seemed to clamour, hands immediately reaching for the boy that had seen too much, hoping only too late to shield him from life’s brutality. Bucky allowed himself to be repositioned ; picked up like a puppet by some nearby stranger and cast out of the crowd. Not that he minded ———– the child was stunned into silence, redirecting most of his strength towards keeping his tears at bay ; hidden beyond sight.

Taavi’s words seemed to tip the balance, and a few fat tears rolled down Bucky’s cheeks. He shifted the cat’s weight, using the sleeve of his jacket to wipe furiously at his face, lip trembling.

❛ D - don’t say that, Taavi. He - he’s gonna g - get better. ❜

for once in his immortal life, taavi feels a twinge of GUILT for his blunt honesty. as the boy adjusts, the feline goes to war with the shards of his conscience that are beginning to piece together. death is a part of life, he reasons internally. sooner of later everyone has the veil of innocence lifted from their eyes, revealing to them the truth --- but perhaps bucky is too young.

the shuddering inhales and uneven ( almost desperate ) movements tip the scale of the felines weighed options. ❝ don’t cry, little sir. there’s nothing to be sad over. ❞ exhaling a silent sigh, he climbs. paws lightly patting around the boy until one rests on either side of his neck. whiskers and fur brush along the child’s dampening cheek. his own running along it in a foreign attempt to comfort.

❝ just because someone is dying does not mean they will die. ❞

#exubiytsa #⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ⋅ ⁾ taavi #( taavi )#this hurts me

xcyst

being a pessimist is great, I’m always either right or pleasantly surprised

#⁽ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶰᵍˢ⋅ ⁾ taavi #( taavi )#⁽ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶰᵍˢ⋅ ⁾ barney #( barney )

glitterskinned:

she’s tired and ready to go home, desperate to crawl into her warm bed. she flips the OPEN sign to read CLOSED, pulls the keys to the shop out of her pockets, and turns off the neon sign. opens the door and hears the cry, looking down and seeing the cat. she kneels and sticks her hand out for the cat to smell. “poor baby,” she whispers to herself, sympathy for the small cat pulling at her heart.

nosing at her finger is done PURELY out of expected formality. if either of them should be cautious of earning trust, it should be the girl. supernatural tendencies aside, he could be carrying any number of diseases. the potential to claw at her is also available --- yet he refrains. considers the cold rain and rubs a whiskered cheek along her palm, stepping closer until he can weave through and around her ankles.

#glitterskinned #⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ⋅ ⁾ taavi #( taavi )

it’s funny how you can always tell which member of the family dragged them all into hot topic.

#⁽ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵒ⋅ ⁾ mun #weatheredsoldier #wraithreborn #listen i'm know jack shit about overwatch #so i had to think back to all the #memeing shitposting you two have been doing #KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK

owlry-blog1

hooting intensifies.

#⁽ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵒ⋅ ⁾ mun #owlry #yaaaaassssss #yaaaAAAAASSSSS #YAAAASSSS #pls go follow night birb mcgee

plasticslasher:

❝ H-Hey there, sport – !! ❞ He’s caught with his little hands in the cookie jar, literally, and tries to laugh it off nervously, eyes drifting from his son to the frying pan. ❝ –Long time, no see … ❞ But it hasn’t really been long at all since the killer’s last seen his estranged family. In fact, he’s been ‘seeing’ them nearly every day for a MONTH … They just haven’t known about it.

❝ uhh... ❞ jaw drops yet any further words for the intruder HIS FATHER are lose their momentum. he takes a step back. then another. the first is successful while the later lands his foot in the pan. he and it slip until he finds himself butt-to-floor. eye twitching, glen turns towards the front door. ❝ MUM! ❞ pipe down, you snitch! oh, he’s seen his father plenty --- in NIGHTMARES, but seen him nonetheless.

#plasticslasher #⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ⋅ ⁾ glen #AAAHHHH KNOW THEY ARE RETURNED #A MILLION TIMES #i mean.... at least he has a hobby

@bcrclay liked this forever ago, my bad

despite the passing years, the multiple homicide involving his mother’s stolen identity is still alive and well. court orders to erase their family’s home from hollywood’s many murder tours are have failed time and time again. it’s this morbid curiosity of fans and freaks alike that has glen slowing to a stop as he nears the property’s gated entrance. hey, shitface, who’s the creep? turning back is considered. he fiddles with his hands instead.

❝ uhm --- sir? this... this is PRIVATE property. ❞

#bcrclay #⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ⋅ ⁾ glen #( glen )#lemme know if this doesn't work #aight?? aight

coloursong

#⁽ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ⋅ ⁾ glen #( glen )#...........my maned child....

bcrclay:

❝I’ll insult anything if it can talk—Species non-withstanding.❞ He’s not annoyed by the company so much as bemused. Yes it’s occurred to him that magic is VERY real, after one too many brushes with Charles Lee Ray. But this is verging on Sabrina the Teenage witch territory. Or that bespectacled little wizard fuck. ❝Maybe. Or maybe I just don’t get enough sleep.❞ Andrew spares a shrug before bringing the sub up for his own bite. He lets the second half fester for a few beats as he chews and swallows, only to dab at his mouth with the napkin in his balled up right hand. ❝No, but then. It’s not often that cats start talking either… I take it you’re fond of making folks shit their pants though?❞

❝ what an open-minded PRICK you are. ❞ had he still eyebrows they’d be raising in his own curious amusement blossoming from the exchange. licking his chops, taavi perches back down on his hind quarters. he watches the man eat. considers whether hanging about and conversing like this in broad daylight is a bright idea. at least, on HIS part. should a third party happen by to see a man speaking to a cat ( and thinking HIM mad ), well that’s none of the feline’s concern. ❝ touche. ❞ black fur of his tail resumes it’s idle sweeping. ❝ when you find yourself in a position such as mine, it becomes one of your only joys. ❞

#bcrclay #⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ⋅ ⁾ taavi #( taavi )#meanwhile here i am #three whole days later #whoops

yourdisneyplaylist

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#⁽ ᵖᶫᵃʸᶫᶦˢᵗ⋅ ⁾ nasa #( nasa )#earlier today this came on my ipod #and i realized #it was my Big Beauty(tm) in a nutshell #god bless

youthfulrot:

“I don’t have a HEARD.” She clicks her tongue then flashes him a pair of finger guns. “Lone wolf, baby.” She suddenly quirks her brow at his response.

“WHAT?” She breaks into a bubbling fit of laughter. Molly slaps her knee for emphasis, rubbing his ludicrous admittance in his face. “You’ve NEVER? Why? What kinda vampire are you?” She cocks her head to the side and begins to ooze mocking sympathy.

“You poor thing! Has no one taught you how? Geez, maybe I was too hard on you. Let Mama Molly show you how to hunt.”

so much is WRONG with her following statements he’s not sure where to begin. arms cross over his chest, unimpressed yet stern. ❝ the kind that's aware it’s now the 21st century and resorting monstrous acts of barbarism isn’t essential when it comes to survival. ❞

now exasperated ( and concerned for this evening’s future ), he sighs. it’s a long exhale, clouding before him as his eyes find focus on the sky. ❝ whether or not i know HOW is irrelevant. ❞ abel’s tips back down. ❝ --- and please don’t refer to yourself as “mama,” i can only cope with so much in one night. ❞

#youthfulrot #⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ⋅ ⁾ abel #( abel )#abel ''i never asked for any of this'' king

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