Please reblog if you are an OC/OC friendly rp blog

Being an OC is like being a peasant sometimes.

I Need to prove a point, please reblog if you like OCs and aren't like "Omg who the hell are you and why are you asking me to RP"

SOME OC BLOGS ARE THE BEST TO RP WITH

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Reblog if you dislike anything about yourself

This is not to make you feel bad,I just want to tell you something

send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one:

Do you ever get that feeling?

I feel like this a lot about my friends.

Nonono, never feel this way. Always message me if you want to chat. You can never annoy me.

Shh, I dropped the Hershey’s syrup.

Reblog this if you actually like my blog

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"And just what do you think you’re doing here?"

Monday looked up when he heard the other’s words and waved a bloodied hand at him, grinning at him not caring for the state of his face or clothes either.

Angulaimë smiled at the adorable sigh of the blood-soaked child. “To whom do you belong, little one? Someone must be missing you…”

Monday shook his head a little and got to his feet, wiping his hands on the tattered but too big grey shirt he wore - it was the only thing he wore. He looked curiously up to Angulaimë smiling still as he stood there proudly infront of the half-eaten body of the being who's blood he was covered in.

"And just what do you think you’re doing here?"

Monday looked up when he heard the other's words and waved a bloodied hand at him, grinning at him not caring for the state of his face or clothes either.

so, people keep asking who miranda gunner is, and i’m going to fucking tell you

you might recognize her name from the post going around with all her “funny” facebook statuses where she’s just a rude cunt to people in the comments. hilarious.

in any case, this girl constantly bullies people, tells them to kill themselves, threatens them, etc. (as shown here)

she’s homophobic, racist, and just generally a fucking awful person

she is personally responsible for the suicide of a girl in my city, bullied her and harassed her and convinced others to do the same until she fucking took her own life

i just want y’all to be fucking aware before you call her “funny” or whatever for that post of her statuses floating around

btw, her tumblr url is highmiranda 

just putting this here so you all know the truth.

SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE

people are fucking sick

"Water," she explained again, hoping he understood the word. She was greatly pleased that he found less fear of her presence there as he fed upon the berries. The Elf smiled at his curiosity, allowing him to take of the now open canteen. It was filled still with fresh water from her hike and surely it could quench his thirsts. He was an adorable creature, unsure and timid, and she unfortunately felt great pity that he was so unawares of his current state. The movement of his sleeve caught her eye immediately, causing a genuine frown of disquiet upon her face. The boy was ill, perhaps, or infectious from something, though if she could study it closer, she might be able to further discern his ailment. She placed the last of the food before him on the cloth as to allow him to eat of it at his own leisure. If he would not protest of it, she would attempt to examine of his arm.

"Are you hurt?" she asked quietly, rubbing a hand upon her own arm as an explanation. She had enough medical supplies with her that she might clean and bandage of it. Surely, she also carried a salve that would ease of his discomfort. Warily, she inched closer very slowly but hesitated. If he was such a wild thing, perhaps her touch would cause him too great of distress. Regardless, she would gain nothing if she did not at least attempt it. Mustering her courage, she reached for his arm, handling him delicately as her fingers touched his wrist.

Monday nodded a little. He knew what water was. He took the canteen curiously and sniffed it a few times before raising it to his lips to drink from after finding the opening. He wriggled a little until he was comfortable again as he finished drinking and moved to hand it back to her. He blinked as the food was set down and looked at her curiously. Was he hurt? He wasn't sure. It itched and sorta stung but it din't hurt, more uncomfortable. Not knowing what else to do he shook his head a little.

He looked curiously to her arm then his own before setting down the canteen and pulling up the sleeve to show her the red mark, which was worse than it should be of course because he'd been scratching it since he didn't know not to. Paying attention to his arm he didn't notice her moving closer until her hand was on his wrist. He gave a startled hiss and tried to pull back, threateningly baring his teeth.