[ CHECK-IN ] : after receiver has recovered from their wounds, sender visits them in their sickbed to make sure they're okay. ( Narka to Mirax ) ›› @croyant

                    the thin mat didn’t so much as refuse to conform to her body as it entirely lacked the thickness required to do so.   for three entire standard rotations, ever since her final bacta immersion, she’d been laid out on this slab of a medbed, staring at the featureless ceiling without anything truly to occupy her or her mind.   the moment for her release could not come soon enough, but she remained far too shaky on her feet to even be permitted back to her quarters, let alone returned to duty.  

                    neither were there any visitors to distract her from the spans of time in between meals, therapy, and checks.   considering the circumstances, a chance lingered that she wasn’t authorized any, yet… she wouldn’t be shocked to learn there simply had not been anyone who cared enough to set aside some of their off hours for her.   mirax couldn’t even tell herself whether, if any of her colleagues had been injured, she would do so for them.   

                    probably, the lieutenant decided, as long as they weren’t the ones currently attempting to camber over her, for what she never understood.   it only created chaos, chaos they certainly could no longer afford.   if there was some grand position awaiting them, she might understand, would likely participate herself, but unless their skills were greater than they appeared, all they would gain is a promotion and a little extra power.

                    perhaps that was all they required.

                    the whoosh of the door swishing open caught her attention in an instant, the cause both a potentially pleasant surprise as well as likely an aggravation.     ❝  zaila…  ❞     weary and wary hazel eyes watched the younger woman’s approach.     ❝  don’t tell me you’re here to question me about what happened.  ❞     not that she believed she had been implicated in the attack… far from it.   her situation would be far more obvious than this, far more unpleasant.   but there were other, far more maddening reasons why she would prefer not to speak to… whatever exactly happened.     ❝  because if you are, i don’t even remember where i was.  ❞

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"You seem like a decent woman, so I give you this advice: dump him. He's a spalpeen, got no job, no life. All he will bring you is pain and despair."

Send Me Asks As My Muse’s In-Laws

There was so much on her mind that she wanted to spit at the other, but Kimberly thought it best to bite her tongue, at least until she could come up with something a little less…insulting. And with less cussing.

“Pain and despair are two things I’ve very familiar with. You don’t know me, you don’t know my life. And from what I’m hearing, you certainly don’t know Eric. Do you think you’re the first one to tell me he’s no good for me? Because you’re not. And you’re wrong. I love him and I’m going to keep loving him, even well after I’m dead. So thanks for the “advice”, but you can shove it and go to Hell.”

…Well, at least she tried to be nice.

// @ericbrandonrp

SPN 2x13 “Houses of the Holy”

Yeah, this would be way scarier than demon things to me. You try to turn off the televangelist, the TV just keeps coming back on and preaching at you.

I know this episode is gonna be all about angels and whether they’re real, and given further seasons, that’s fantastic.

Oh no, the magic fingers. XD

Sam is actually averting his eyes when he says “you’re enjoying that way too much,” and I’m...fic brain, no.

Angels don’t exist because we’ve never crossed paths with one? Pretty sure half the cases of this show have been first-times.

“You’re like one of those lab rats who pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.” Iconic.

It stresses me out every time they cross police tape and trample all over a crime scene. Like, yes, normal cops aren’t going to be able to solve these cases, but still. Does Sam, a former law student, feel nothing when they do this?

I mean, this wouldn’t be the first spirit doing good things instead of bad. We literally had one just a few episodes ago. That’s the kind of continuity breakdown that just makes me roll my eyes.

Sam prays everyday? Like…..literally since when? Like, sure that’s an interesting character point, but it sure does seem to come out of nowhere.

There’s no way Sam just agrees to kill someone before they’ve done something wrong. We’ve literally been through this.

“Mom always used to tell me angels were watching over us.” Weeeeeeeeelp.

I would give my left shoe for “High Power” by Boston to play in this episode.

Okay, so the “angel” is Father Gregory. Fine. Why does he look like that?

So, if you’re murder-sins happened after you died, how that work out with your soul’s final resting place? Not that either are really good in this world.

And Mr. Grabby-Hands gets his with some real Final Destination flare. Welp.

I love this is clearly a sexy love shack motel. The divider. The giant silhouette on the window. The magic fingers. I wanna see how Dean convinced Sam to stay here. (Spoilers: it was about how cheap it was.)

Boy, Sam in for a rough landing when he finds out God and angels are real but they’re...Like That.

Coincidences do happen, Dean. Correlation is not causation.

Weeeeeeeeelp........even though it was censored...my mini comic got flagged anyway, with no chance for appeal.  That’s just fucking great. How’s about I make a Patreon instead.

Weeeeeeeeelp

Fucksake. I’m freaking the fuck out.

I’m getting tattooed tomorrow (for the first time in years) and the guy that’s doing it, we’ve been talking every day for like 2/3 weeks now, since I popped in for him to see the space he’d be working with.

Anyway. I’m like 95% he likes me because of stuff that’s been said and came out the past couple of days…..but because of how I’ve been treated by every single guy I’ve come into contact with over the past 8 years I’ve been single….my brains just thinking this is all one big joke. That he’s talking to other girls like this, and I’m going to have misread things, and I’m going to get hurt….yet again.

Basically I’m scared of liking someone because I don’t trust people anymore. But then I don’t want to fuck this up IF it is something good by being insecure.

He’s never anyone I thought I’d like but we have SO much in common, and we have massive in depth conversations about life and history and I’ve had the biggest smile on my face the past few weeks.

But I don’t want him to think I’m some stupid young, immature girl whose got trust issues, because he’s quite a bit older than me.

Seriously. Fml. It’s so much easier being single and not being interested/having anyone be interested in you. 😩

WEEEEEEEEELP!!!!

Dementia i think their name was? Why do they have like. Noose stuff like insanity?

“...”

“...”

“WEEEEEEEEELP. SOUNDS LIKE IT’S TIME TO FEED MY SHARKS, BYE--”

“Oh goddammit, ya f***, leave me alone with ‘em, why don’t ya.”

Back once more

2017′s resolution:

“I’ll try to be more active at tumblr!”

2018′s resolution:

“I’ll try to back to tumblr bc I love that! ;^;”

2019′s resolution:

TIME, HELP ME TO BACK!!!

⨌ // ๛ // ℳ // ⨕

Munday.

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you?

     If I do, can I kill it? Is killing your own clone technically considered murder or suicide? If they’re genetically identical to you in every way. I guess it could be. WAIT YES. I would. Because if I clone myself and science has progressed so far that it’s impossible to tell the difference between the original and the clone, I can kill it and then proceed to fake my own death for the next seven plus years to get out of my debt. 

     It’s a necessary sacrifice.

๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself!

     Okay, hmmm. I don’t know if this quite counts but maybe? Alright so some two years ago when I was returning from my stay in St. Petersburg, I got back to US Border Control at JFK and the man at the counter was looking through my documents, asking routine questions. He was a pretty chill older dude and all and I forget exactly the question he was asking me, but I think it had something to do with where I was coming from and why I had gone to Russia in the first place. And stupid me thought he asked if I was from Russia and just visiting—meanwhile he’s holding my American passport—and I just look at him in all seriousness and go “No, I’m from here.” And he laughed at me and handed it back and was just like “Go get some sleep, baby. Welcome back.” And I’m just …weeeeeeeeelp.

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting?

     Nah I think my handwriting is ugly shit.

⨕ - Are you a jealous role player?

     Hmmmm unfortunately I would have to say I can be sometimes, but I think that’s common for a lot of roleplayers. As long as nobody’s trying to actively sabotage someone or force them into only writing with them, I don’t think it’s the worst possible thing to be. It’s natural. For me it’s like an irritating feeling and I’m just  ‘could you kindly fuck off I don’t need to feel like this thanks bye’ and keep on doing what I’m doing. People will do as people do and that’s all fine and good with me, you know? Just don’t let it turn you into a shitty person.

oh...

weeeeeeeeelp... because my “dearly loved” internet provider  blocked deviantart.... i will post my drawings here.  But they are cringy... but who cares. 

neutral ending phone call from killing every boss except for toriel (including flowey)

sans: so... it's been a while. the queen returned, and attempted to resume ruling the underground. she instated a new policy... all the humans who fall here would be treated not as enemies... but as friends. ... but people REALLY didn't like that policy. because of you, not only was the king gone... but the human souls had gone missing as well... along with the life of undyne, their greatest hero. nobody wanted to see that happen ever again. so the people started a rebellion to overthrow the queen. but, she, uh, pretty much gave up peacefully when she realised. so she went back to the ruins. the underground's basically an uneasy anarchy now. everyone's trying to live life like they always have... but it's not really easy, you know? when all of your hope has pretty much been thrown away... but hey! it's not all bad! when the queen went back to the ruins... i decided to go with her. and i took out some books from the library, too. so she won't have to read the same ones. she's a good roomie. we have a lot of fun. ... you know. sometimes the queen talks about... how she'd like to see you again. isn't that nice? ... i don't have the heart to tell her what you did. do you know how she'd react? if i told her that 'cause she protected you... you went on to kill my brother...? ... anyway, never come back here. you are not welcome. later. (Click...)

I’m that one friend who is always late or told last about the news within your group of friends

oh wow

i'm just

wow

all this time with the term 'ableism' and for some reason I've looked at this fucking word and thought it was pronounced 'ay-blee-ism'

and i really fuckin looked at it for a second and was like

wait