Back to my personal I go.
Love you guys.
Ask for my skype if you want it. I’m always around there. Except for the times I’m not.
Anonymous asked:
Multiples of 7 (summonerpyloncrafter)
7. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Yes. Many times. It doesn’t end well.
14. What makes you laugh no matter what?
Idk, lots of things make me laugh. Probably voice changers, I guess.
21. Who was the first person you talked to today?
My mother. I told her to take the dog out because it was too early for me to do that shit. It was 3 in the afternoon.
28. Are you a forgiving person?
Answered.
35. If you could move somewhere else, would you?
Answered.
42. Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?
Answered.
28. Are you a forgiving person?
Depending on the situation, yes. But mostly, no. I’m a grudge holding bitch.
47. Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?
I…Oh. Uh. Mmm…Mm-hmm. It’s a very difficult thing for me to say. When I do manage to, it always comes out jokingly and not serious because I’m a scaredy cat.
24, 35, 42
24. What ARE you looking forward to?
GOING TO THE ZOO. Short term, anyway. I don’t know about long term.
35. If you could move somewhere else, would you?
In a fucking heartbeat.
42. Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?
I don’t know about soulmate, but I’m sure there’s somebody for everyone.
fortunafavetfortis reblogged
Best way to forget yesterday is to paint myself up like a harlot, drink until I can’t think coherently anymore and watch Guardians of The Galaxy. Right?
(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog (●ω●✿) — i want to see your photo
You’re crazy and there’s pictures on my blog.
Nevertheless, I will reblog something recent from my personal.
askbox-dares
✧*:･ﾟSend me one! ✧*:･ﾟ
(ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ — SENPAI
(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog
(●﹏●✿) — I don’t talk to you, but stalk enjoying your blog from a distance
( ╹◡╹) — Want to be friends
(¬_¬) — Hate/Jealous of you/blog
(✖╭╮✖) — Dead to me
(≧▽≦) — You give me feels
(●ω●✿) — i want to see your photo
fortunafavetfortis reblogged
Best way to forget yesterday is to paint myself up like a harlot, drink until I can’t think coherently anymore and watch Guardians of The Galaxy. Right?
fortunafavetfortis reblogged
Pay no attention to the woman behind the Braum’s cup.
Reblogging here because I’m pretty sure I missed like, a bazillion mundays.
fortunafavetfortis reblogged
Probably going to end up getting forced into seven day work weeks. Meaning I won’t be around much and when I do manage to get on, I’ll be too exhausted to function.
After today, don’t expect to see much of me.
"You, ah- Sarah, I'm- I got into some- Hi."
The familiar sounding voice made her heart drop. She didn’t even want to turn around to see who it was. Not that she needed to.
Her arms crossed over her chest before she bothered to turn back and glare at Charlie. It was the same weak glare she’d been giving everyone else. Full of more pain than anything else. Her jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before she spoke. As it was, she could only get a couple words out without her voice breaking anyway.
“Go away.”
charliethethief
Charlie just stood there. She felt no need to make a snide remark or be a smart ass. She didn’t want to annoy or hurt Sarah. Not anymore than what she already had.
“You and I both know you’d be lyin’ if you said you were sure about tellin’ me to go away. Sorry I disappeared. I should’a told someone what I was up to before I was doin’ it. It was stupid of me to, well, to do what I did.”
“You don’t have any fucking idea, Charlie.”
The name came out in a squeak, her voice cracking against her will. She was already on the verge of tears. God, she needed a drink. That was the only thing on her mind at the moment. She didn’t want to think about anything else. Not how Charlie had left her, along with everyone else. And definitely not how she was just coming back, like everything was just supposed to be suddenly okay. Sorry wasn’t going to cut it.
Sarah turned on her heel to start walking away from Charlie, heading off to find the nearest bar.
"Go tell someone who cares, Charlie.”
fortunafavetfortis reblogged
"You, ah- Sarah, I'm- I got into some- Hi."
The familiar sounding voice made her heart drop. She didn’t even want to turn around to see who it was. Not that she needed to.
Her arms crossed over her chest before she bothered to turn back and glare at Charlie. It was the same weak glare she’d been giving everyone else. Full of more pain than anything else. Her jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before she spoke. As it was, she could only get a couple words out without her voice breaking anyway.
“Go away.”
Hello. It is me. I am still here. I named the poro Samuel. He wears a cute orange wig. It reminded me of you. Should you come back, a funny poro with a cute wig will be there, ready to lick your face. It might sound gross, but poro saliva is very good for the skin. If you get licked, you will have baby skin. Well, not actual baby skin: that would be terrifying for other mortals. Either way, whenever you feel ready to come back, a poro will be there. He loves to eat pineapples whole.
Sarah just stared at the poro for the longest time, a grimace slowly spreading across her face.
“One. My hair isn’t orange. Two, I am not letting that furry thing lick me. And three, I don’t have any pineapples.”
pulchritudinous-lavender
Hello.
Right behind her. Not a second wasted. Bard’s eye gleamed at the beautiful pirate hunter. Oh dear, she was already drunk. She drinks fast.
It has been a long time. How have you been? My guess is bad. You miss some close friends. I understand. You drink fast.
The possessed tree took a single, long step towards Miss Fortune without breaking eye contact. A vine, growing from his third finger of the left hand, gently took hold of the bottle and quickly absorbed all remaining liquor within before handing it back to the lady.
Coming back means a bit less alcohol, please. It is not healthy, nor helpful. I enjoyed your compagny before you left, and that has not changed. Do you wish to take a walk with me? A bit less liquid and a bit more gas. Gas as in oxygen, not poison. A good breath.
Either way, i believe humans consider it rude to not question the voyager of her adventures. What have you done of amusing in the last week?
Drunk or not, she knew the voice that came from behind her. She didn’t even have to turn around. She did sit up though. She did that just in time to watch the rest of her rum disappear before her eyes. Now she was tearing up. “I don’t fucking miss anyone. The only thing I miss is my fuckin’ rum that you just stole from me.” She glared up at him, rising to her feet as she spoke. That glare was weak though. It was filled with pain and self loathing instead of the haughtiness it usually held. She didn’t respond to his offer of a walk. Not that she could anyway. Between still having her sea legs and the amount of alcohol in her system, she wouldn’t be able to take two steps without falling.
“Ain’t done nothin’ amusing. Sailed around, let a few of my guys grab some bounties for me, saw some dolphins, drank. Why?”
For the first time in a while, Sarah could be seen stumbling down the gangplank of her ship. She was finally back in Bilgewater, but it wasn’t exactly a happy homecoming. All the time she’d spent out at sea, essentially isolated save for her crew, showed. She was already drunk. She’d spent most of her time that way while she’d been gone. All the drinking she’d been doing had not done her any favors. Her eyes looked sunken in, her hands were shaking, her complexion was more pallid than it had ever been before. She looked sickly. And thin. Signs that she hadn’t been eating anywhere near as much as she needed to compared to her alcohol consumption.
She practically tripped at the bottom of the plank, the bottle in her hands slipping from her grasp as she tried to steady herself. She’d almost fallen on her face, though her mind was only on one thing. She just stared at the rum pouring out onto the ground in front of her. She looked as if she were about to cry.
“Fuck...”