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ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ: The Lego Batman Movie ʟᴀsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ɪ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ: All Grown Up: Bare a Pop Opera ʟᴀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: The Amulet of Samarkand ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴀᴛᴇ: M&Ms ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ: Asleep with all my work done ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ: I have no clue, I’m never good at this.
Tagged by: @rapturerecordssilas
Tagging: Whoever wants to do this
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Swearing/Profanity | Being petted | Certain colours | Nail-biting | Quiet environments or people | Loud environments or people | Slang usage | Mumbling | Tapping | Knocking | Rocking back and forth | Humming | Twiddling their thumbs | Nails on a chalkboard | Hedonism | Offkey singing | Obnoxiousness | Overconfidence or cockiness | Crying | Shyness | Scratching | Proper grammar/formal speech | Not chewing with their mouth closed | Belching | Unshaven/unkempt people | Poor hygiene | Yelling | Certain smells | Religious people | Non-religious people | Zealots | Hypocrisy | Arrogance | Ignorance | Defiance | Racism | Prejudice | Assumptions being made about them | Rumours | Arguing |Infidelity or cheating | Backstabbing | Routines | Gluttony | Laziness | Procrastination
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TAGGING: Whoever wants to
“How kind of you. I may have to call upon your services if this line continues to feel like we’re in one of the circles of Hell.” Something he’s been thinking about lately, with how much blood could be painting his hands. Is it really murder if all he did was not help a drunken priest and simply cut a hole in some ice? Surely both led to a brutal end but by law not really murder…
He laughs along with her, a small smile -surprisingly genuine- pulls his lips into a charming quirk as they luckily get to the front of the line as the few others before them very quickly order, some glaring holes into the blonde that took forever and a day to order. Monty’s order is simple; a tall Earl Grey (the irony) for Asquith (his boss and cousin, one of the ones he will eventually have to be rid of to succeed to the earldom) and a black coffee for himself, not trusting the baristas to do his cream and sugar properly. “The name for your drinks, sir?”
“Monty.” He replied. “But I’m also paying for this young woman’s too.” Turning to her, he motioned for her to step up and order her own drink. While he stood behind her, he couldn’t help but admire her figure without her noticing. Despite her lack of height, she’d been blessed in other ways, at least in his mind. At least enough for him to accidentally stumble over his own laces for a moment, dropping his briefcase. “A-Apologies…” He muttered before ducking down to tie his shoe and pick up his case.
“Oh I feel as though Hell would be more creative than coffee lines,” Katherine said as with another small laugh. She was surprised she was laughing this much, considering the rather foul mood she had left the house with, what with her new unwanted tattoo. Not that she didn’t want a soul mate, it’s just she wasn’t sure she believed in them. Just because some force decided she was destined for this person she had possibly never met.
Point was this short encounter had managed to cheer her up a fair bit, even with it taking ages longer than it should. As the line finally allows the two of them to approach the counter she patiently waits for him to order, not really listening to what the two were saying. Was she staring? Just a bit, possibly, she tried not to; polite girls didn’t stare at strangers, even if they were rather handsome, and he was a stranger, for all he was charming.
It took her a second to realize he was offering to buy her drinks, well she had been taught that turning up a gift was rude, even from a stranger, and besides she wasn’t exactly rolling in money. So she stepped forward, offering a quick thank you, before turning to the barista and ordering a simple coffee with cream and sugar, she wasn’t very picky, and this was really just to get her through the day. “You can just put mine under Kat,” she added as an afterthought.
As she finished ordering she heard the thump of the briefcase behind her and turned to glance at him, “No need to apologize,” she said, hardly his fault his laces were untied, “Really I should just be thanking you for the coffee you didn’t have to.”
1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs”
7. We’re at a concert and I can’t see a thing let me sit on your shoulders, maybe?”
8. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious”
The Heavenly Virtue that is strongest in you is Temperance. Moderation and delayed gratification are strong themes in your life. You are considerate about your money, care about justice and honor, and above all you are constantly mindful of the people you care about.
Tagged By: @diemuttergans
Tagging: @actumagis, @hector-goddamn-rodriguez, @tatemerlot, and anyone else who wants to do this.
(From Monty) DAAAAAAAAAMN
Send me “Damn” if your muse finds my muse attractive: Accepting
“Well why don’t you do something about it?”
Send me “Damn” if your muse finds my muse attractive.
Things I need to know about Rapture: What are the memes? Like I know the word for the jokes wouldn’t be memes, but I’m using it to basically refer to in-jokes. You cannot tell me that in a city virtually cut-off from the outside world some weird humor didn’t pop-up. Like whenever someone says a resident in Rapture can’t do something do they quote Ryan’s speech except like alter it slightly to fit the problem. Do they make ‘thanks parasites’ jokes when something is minorly inconvenient? Do they have cryptids? How do the memes differ from one part of Rapture to the other? You can’t tell me that Fort Frolic wouldn’t have at least a few memes. I just really need to know.
I can’t wait to return to the Bioshock series but since I last played this infernal site has completely destroyed the chances of me taking something named a ‘big daddy’ seriously anymore how tf can I….. I’m kinkshaming rapture
@the-frozen-lark || ❤
“I’m TIRED of all these advertisements saying ’good girls do this’ and ’good girls do that’ when boys are allowed to go running around the city with no escorts, and it’s not as if boys don’t get into just as much trouble as girls do. TWICE as much trouble, even.”
The child doesn’t even understand the context of the advertisements she speaks out against, her guardian doing all he can do keep her unaware of the Little Sister program that has become so prominent in the city. Maria barely even realises that she is ranting to a complete stranger, she’s so caught up in her imagined offence. “And really, who are they to decide what girls can or cannot do?”
Katherine hadn’t expected to be on the end of child’s rant during her break, but obviously she had some grievances to air and even a stranger worked well as a sounding board. Honestly she didn’t mind, she could remember being young once, as though she was some old woman and not barely an adult herself, and she could have used someone who was willing to listen. Her own mother would have just scolded her of course, saying the rules were different for girls and boys, but then again the advertisements were generally referring to the little sisters, which made her rant slightly confusing. Did the girl not know to who the numerous warnings were referring to?
“It’s for their protection,” Katherine said with a small frown, “It’s not safe for them to wander about alone, something might happen to them.” She was of course referring to the Little Sisters not little girls in general, Little Sisters were necessary in Rapture which was why they had to be protected.
rules: Post a song that reminds you of your muse(s) and then tag people whose songs you want to see
Little Bird: Angelica Garcia
One day I’m gonna be as tall as a big magnolia tree. Tell my mother to not come after me.[x2]
The fear will fly from my feet the day I turn 23. Tell my mother to not come after me.[x2]
Her little bird Little bird[x2]
One day I’m gonna shake the hand of the real world out on the street. After mother has said, “So long!” to me.[x2]
“My baby!”, she’s gonna weep if something should ever happen to me. But I’ve gotta jump now before it’s too late and if I land in a casket, at least they could say
Her little bird. Her little bird grew big wings. Little bird. Little bird grew big wings. Dangerous things.
One day I’m gonna be as tall as a big magnolia tree Tell my mother to not come after me.[x2]
tagged by: @diemuttergans tagging: @actumagis, @rapturerecordssilas, @tatemerlot and anyone else who wants to do this because I am so bad with knowing who has actually done this.
As he’s yanked to his feet, Silas is certain he’s going to vomit. The heinous taste of bile and blood mingle in the bottom of his throat, rising to linger on very back of his tongue. The southerner braces a steadying hand against the adjacent brick wall, his eyes squeezing shut as he heaves not once, not twice, but three times over the concrete. To his dismay, nothing comes out. A feeble groan is all that escapes as he buckles forward, his head hanging low between his shoulders, his chest heaving with panicked breathes.
“Christ,” he curses under his breath, spitting onto the ground. He’s surprised to see it spatter crimson beside his feet.
“I’m sorry,” he finally looks to her, “I didn’t…you jus’ came outta nowhere.”
His eyes dart over his shoulder in search of his pursuer. The hunter’s out of sight, but the southerner can feel him near. He can’t explain how, and he doesn’t care to wonder. All he can afford to think about is hiding.
“Where are you goin’?” he demands more than asks, “Lemme walk with you. Please.”
Katherine was so not looking forward to being involved in whatever this was, and quickly stepped further back as the other looked like he was about to vomit. That was not something she wanted to have splattered on her shoes, and once again she considered just vanishing, but even her heart wasn’t that cold.
“Yes well I’m sure if you weren’t running you would have had more time to actually see me,” Okay probably a lie, but well she wasn’t going to just come out and say she had actually appeared from nowhere. Confident that he seemed to not be about to die or anything she turned to continue walking, pointedly away from whatever he had been running from.
“I’m going to my home it’s not a good time to be walking about,” Her tone was fairly calm as though she had dealt with odd situations like this more than once, which she had, and far stranger. “And yes you can walk with me no need to be so demanding,” She added though it was evident that that was what she had intended.
“As long as you explain who or what you were fleeing from that is, and try not to lie, I’m really not in the mood.”
