“That’s adorable. This guy’s hilarious, huh?”
me n my other shy mutuals waiting for the universe to get us writing together
If you see me accidentally re-follow you it’s because i’m trying to clean up my following list since mutual checker isn’t working anymore and sometimes i press the wrong buttons .-.
Reblog if your CANON blog takes *anons* pretending to be other characters from their series to dig out the dirt on your muse.
IE: emotions, opinions, reactions to stuff that happened in canon, etc.
Because sometimes the counterparts to my canon muse(s) don’t exist in the tumblr RPC, a sender follows you but doesn’t rp here, OR, they just want to TRY that muse out before making a blog. Or, they’re simply curious on how the canon would reply, and ONLY wants a one-shot moment!
Actual faith vs performative religion.
To shave your beard is a huge sacrifice for a devout Sikh. It is a sacrifice for the greater good, that many people will scoff at without understanding the amount of love it took, to give up part of your faith to serve the greater purpose of that faith. Bless them all.
@aranece asked: ‘ he’s like a chocolate george clooney with a caramel gosling center . ’
“he’s alright.” his lack of interest would probably be more convincing if he actually looked over, but instead he keeps his eyes trained on the computer in front of him. “you ever noticed how weird comparing people to food is?” changing the subject seems easier, and he’s hoping that he’ll latch onto the new topic of conversation easily. “like, what does that even mean? chocolate george clooney with a caramel gosling center. ‘s weird. how did you even come up with that.”
“But he’s like a walking rom-com dreamy guy...” Peter said, barely taking his eyes away from the guy who’d just walked in the room. “I mean-- I guess, but I’ve gotten so used to it at this point. Like how people compare butts to cake now a days, or when someone is really good looking and you call them a snack?” He turned, noticing Winn’s eyes still glued to the computer and nudging his foot under the table. “Hello?”
Were we the only ones that got the “no weapons” memo?
Wouldn’t it be fun to just edge a boy for ages? Slam into his guts til he’s a whimpering mess but then pull back just before he can get the release he’s begging for. Do it over and over again until he’s positively shaking and then just ever so sweetly ask him, “What’s the matter pretty boy?”
they will insult you, hurt you, defeat you, betray you, injure you, set you aflame and watch you burn. but they will not, shall now, cannot destroy you. because you, like rome, were built on ashes, and you, like a phoenix, know how to rise and resurrect
616-based invincible iron man / mutuals only engineered by amanda
night sluts
they’re called vampires