Revolution.

Asena ackerman Former scouting legion member

[vckerman]

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[vckerman]

I'm gonna attempt to comeback now that hopefully my whole life is kind of settled. Wait for me fellows. All of the threads will be picked up and continued, apologies for the new followers I'll try to be back as soon as possible!

[jxvson]

Jason Todd - Robin II - Red Hood

  —❝ You wanna know why it’s called Ace in the Hole?                                                                     I’m the ace, and the hole is where you used to have your head.

Crime Alley - an appropriate name, Jason thought. That’s where he meet him for the first time, the Batman in the flesh - batarangs, shining boots and all the rest. Cornered like a wounded animal, Jason did what every other problematic teenager would have done; he lashed out (and lasted for, approximately, three point five seconds).

—❝ When you step into my town, you’ll be answering to me, so…I’m not gonna blame ya if you’re petrified scared stiff. I am the law and no one shoots the sheriff.

Reblog/Follow I. II. III. - about | rules

[the-write-ideas]

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

[vckerman]

All the replies are drafted. I'm sorry I cannot answer longer but tomorrow is last day of exams and I'll be able to have a lil bit more of time, maybe. 

[m-a-d-n-e-s-s-m-a-n-i-a-c]

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[vckerman]

♞

—Excuse me? — As he almost yelled out his lung trying to get the other male. Same height, most likely, around the same age, as well, yet his face was rather pale and young, if it wasn't because they were at a 21+ club he would have guessed the boy was still a kid learning how to use his 'love stick' yet. —Hey, child! — He kept screaming, but the music's decibels were so up high that even a dolphin would be bothered by them. Oh God, this was the reason he hated nightclubs so much, bars were so much better. Touching was for sure not his style, but the other one did not seem to react to his voice. He landed his hand ontop of the other male's shoulder and tugged him to face him, almost right away his left hand, that had been busy all this time trying to hold onto the bag that was giving earlier to him, dashed over to shove said bag against his chest. — Here, this is yours.

There was no way to explain the expression this is stranger was portraying. Dazzled and confused would suit, with all the lights flickering like an old wood house there was a moment of commotion

— What the hell is this?!

The yelling had no ceased, I guess there was no other way to comunicate other than a voice tone that tried to be higher than the music.

—I have no idea! I'm telling you the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag. And said "Hey! Give it to that cute boy over there!" I assumed it was you.

[jxkr]

the joker

               ❝— well, because he thought it was good sport.                because some men aren’t looking for anything                logical, like money. they can’t be bought, bullied,                reasoned, or negotiated with. some men just                want to watch the world burn. —❞

i. ii. iii. iv. {18+, trigger warning. reblog/follow.} x x

[thepixieofthearpeggio]

send a ♞ to my inbox

and i’ll generate a random sentence from this generator for my muse to say to yours

[the-adonis-pluto-archive-bl-blog]

AU: A Train Ride

Muse A is taking a cross country trip by train. It seemed the most peaceful and least troublesome way of travel. They got comfortable in the cabin and thought they’d probably end up sitting alone for awhile. But that’s when muse B came in and took a seat. Muse A gives them a smile and goes back to what they were doing before (reading, scrolling through their phone, maybe writing). Muse A and Muse B both sit in silence for about a half an hour before Muse B strikes up a conversation. Soon they both are talking and they become rather happy with each others company.

This can lead to romance, unrequited love, a lifetime friendship, or whatever else you would like.

[nervexendings-deactivated201503]

                          I had lost e v e r y t h i n g and        thought maybe I can live again.                           I wasn’t afraid to die anymore,        So I asked her to teach me how                           but I saw her fight for us and I         to fight and how to gain strength.                           thought she was strong, and I         She chuckled and asked me why,

                                                                    and I told her…                   

                                                                                " because I want to LIVE "

                       REBLOG   ◾ ◽ ◾ ◽ ◾  FOLLOW

[ask-scarlettrails-deactivated20]

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.

[blog-for-rpers]

Reblog if your character has killed someone.

[vckerman]

put a letter in my ask

‎A - Available?

B - Birthday?

C - Crushing on?

D - Drink you last had?

E - Easiest person to talk to?

F - Favourite song?

G - Grade I hated?

H - Hometown?

I - Icecream flavour?

J - Jellybean flavour?

K - Killed someone?

L - Longest friendship?

M - Milkshake flavour?

N - Number of siblings?

O - One wish?

P - Person who called me last?

Q - Question you're always asked?

R - Reason to smile?

S - Song I last sung?

T - Time you woke up?

U - Umbrella colour?

V - Very best friend?

W - Which celebrity I’d marry?

X - X-rays I had?

Y - Your last time you cried?

Z - Zodiac sign?

[vckerman]

「ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏɢᴀ? Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏɢᴀɴɴᴀ LOVE ᴍᴇ!」— 【CHARRETIER】

[charretier]

All his life his main goal was to cheer up those around him when they’re down (and to sleep a lot but that’s not the point) so it’s no surprise he was spending more and more time with Asena to get a smile on the other male’s face again. He understood what the other was going through in a way so maybe that helped the other, to have someone that understands. But then again maybe it didn’t.

Sneaking up behind the other male whilst he was waiting on the food in the microwave to finish he grinned to himself, “Do you like yoga? If you do, then yoganna LOVE me!” He tried his best not to laugh and to maintain a serious attitude but fails miserably when he snorts loudly in Asena’s ear by mistake. He struggles to stop laughing as the slightly taller male hits his shoulder.

"WHAT THE FUCK CARTER?! If that is your idea of a pick-up line, I’m not sure how the hell you managed to get a boyfriend,”

immediately after the other’s words he narrows his eyes and clears his throat, thinking of another pick-up line off the top of his head, his tongue sticking out in determination. “Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day. Also, because I’m irresistible, duh.”

[vckerman]

The speed that his hand travelled at when it smacked his own forehead was just enough to leave a big red mark ontop with the curves of his hand perfectly defined on the surface.

—Jesus Christ. — He muttered into his arm — I feel so sorry for Fabien.

Despite his rather harsh words, that he didn't even mean, there was a small smile growing up on his face. Carter was the first one he turned over after that day, he was the arm he clung to so he could stay on float. Just when he was lostly staring at Carter (whose face wasn't actually quite bad) the damn microwave beeped.

—Uh, Carter, your... thing is ready.

He was not a fan of microwaved stuff, the molecular compositions of food changed, but Carter was just too lazy to cook and Asena used to think he actually preferred it like that, just a paste of half-cold-half-hot "food".

[kjwons]

VICTOR STONE. CYBORG. TEEN TITANS. like . reblog . follow                      about . message . plots

                    ー a  plan  brilliantly executed.  an  experiment perfectly gone wrong.                          and  within  a blink of  an eye,  everything  has changed.  but  alas                          as  they’ve  said,  nightmares do  not occur during the wee  hours                          of  our  sleep  but  rather  upon eyes wide  open via two  windows                          to our soul.  and i think to myself   well, damn.  a hero can be any                          one.  even a  man doing  something  as  simple as fixing two and                          two to make the perfect fit;  even  the  man who dons himself into                          a prosthesis of metal and machine day after day, night after night. 

                                                                                                                        i. ii. iii. iv.