PSA: I’M MOVING ALL MY BLOGS

Hey guys so I’m thinking I might be more active on my characters if they’re all in one place so I don’t have to remember all these darn logins. SO! it’ll most likely take all day but I’ll be moving all my babies to be sideblogs to my personal @omgitschrisxoxo go ahead and follow me on there if you’d like but I’ll make a post once I’m done putting everyone over there. DON’T WORRY I’M NOT LEAVING YOU! Just relocating :3

Ever After.

Reblog if you actually like my blog (*˙︶˙*)☆*°

averypottermormon:

cat owner: say hi to everybody! kitty: *meows adorably*

This Polish commercial is the purest thing I ever seen in my entire life.

I’m not crying, you’re crying.

I WASN T REA DY 😭

hOLY FUCK

SOBBING

Considering her words, Mitchell remains silent and attempts to gather his scattered thoughts. Recognizing the battle she must be going through, herself, he knows it will get them nowhere ( and could likely be very dangerous for him ) if he continues to provoke her. Whether it is intentional or not.   It isn’t easy, getting himself under a certain control— it never has been. No matter how much he pushed himself toward this particular point, he always wound up sliding back. Nevertheless, he somehow managed. Quieted the tumult of emotions that found itself swirling up as Cass spoke.

There’s a piece of him telling him to just explain to her everything. Lay bare the entire truth of the matter because, in a way, she has provided him with that much on her end. Even so, he can’t bring himself to be entirely honest and instead licks his lips, takes a breath and opts for a half-truth. “I’m not exactly rushing to your rescue. You’ve proven how capable you are, but given the circumstances, I couldn’t forgive myself if I did not get involved. You can understand that, can’t you?” A hand lands gently on her shoulder, Mitchell’s expression softened as he stares at Cass for a moment before averting brown eyes to the more benign area just next to her right ear.

Blue eyes darted upwards when she felt a hand on her shoulder, the werewolf almost jumping out of her skin at the sudden contact. She heard his heart beating and she could tell he was leaving something out, but she wasn’t in the mood to argue with him anymore.

Cassie sighed and wondered what it would take to get through Mitchell’s head and get him to understand exactly what he was getting himself into, but at the same time she knew it probably wouldn’t be easy. “I can understand that, but I don’t think you understand how much your safety means to me.”

Stage Door Dish is giving away these signed Anastasia playbills and posters! 

candela: I too would like to be cradled by blanche

blanche: what

candela: wait what

candela: who said that

(anon it’s not a mistake! it’s a tell when they’re about to summon their bird, because drama!!! also lotr movie ref LOL)

NOW I WANNA RP BLANCHE I HATE MY LIFE

“I am a jedi, like my father before me…          a warrior, like my mother and my grandfather before me                                         My name is Padmé.                                                       Just like my grandmother; and I am her legacy.”

You had to have been a pretty heavy sleeper to not have heard Cassie’s scream, so perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that the vampire had seemed unable to quiet his mind enough to get to the point of sleep just yet. Without hesitation, he stood from the chair he’d been pressed into and took to the stairs where he met with George looking frazzled. He’d clearly heard Cassie and had presumably been coming down to fetch Mitchell.

“Is she okay,” he asked, now moving quickly down the hall toward his room where he’d last left Cass. “I don’t know.” George shook his head, concern etching into his tired face as he followed Mitchell to the door.

They found Annie and Cassie inside the room, with Annie draping an arm over the other woman in an attempt to console her. She turned around to peer at the boys when light started to flood into the room from the hallway and stood. Knowing it’d probably be best to leave Cassie and Mitchell alone given the current circumstances, she tugged George along with her as she exited the room.

“You know Annie doesn’t sleep, right,” he said by way of greeting, taking the spot Annie had inhabited only a few moments earlier.

“Yeah I forgot about that,” she groaned, rubbing her temples at Mitchell’s statement after Annie left her side and she cast the ghost and the other werewolf an apologetic look. Annie waved her off, the ghost stating something about tea to George and the male gladly accepted the idea.

Cassie ran a hand through her dark hair and yawned as a shiver ran down her spine. Flashes of the fire and everything around her going up in smoke flashed through her mind once more and she bit back a groan. 

“Sorry if I woke you, Mitch,” Cassie sighed, looking up at the vampire as she bit her lip. The last thing she wanted was to bother Mitchell, he had enough on his mind lately without her drama. She couldn’t even remember most of what was going on. 

I still want to know if there was a body