A note about shipping with me

theboyinthehoodie:

• I probably already ship it
• not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
• you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
• I will never pressure you into a ship
• if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
• if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
• that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
• ships are usually in their own separate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
• if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

acrispyapple:

who’s still on tumblr?

reblog if you plan on remaining active.

just wanna see if the number’s still huge! ☆

sweetlittlesoufflegirl:

Reblog if you survived the Great Tumblr Purge of 2018

Originally posted by 221parksanddestiel

Reblog if you can see my icon and it is not pixelized.

blackviolets:

That means Tumblr has not flagged my profile as “Sensitive”.

tilltheendwilliwrite:

impala-dreamer:

DUDES if you’re pixilated - or the dash says you’re “sensitive material” 

go to tumblr.com/support and in the drop down click “blog marked incorrectly as explicit” and fill in the form… 

they will fix you within a few mins. ;)

I’m not, but for those of you who are, here’s how to fix it!

smouldered:

yeah i wanna make you cum but i also gotta check in on that mental health and see how your day was ok like what u need to talk about?? u can tell me while i go down on u

siiilvertcngue:

dolceclavier‌:

“Far, far away…Like Star Wars! In a galaxy, far, far away…” He remarked, then seemed to get the idea. “Oh, no way.”

His grin grew wider as Dmitri seemed to get more and more excited. “No fucking way! You’re like…” He lowered his voice. “E.T., right? An alien? Don’t panic! I know other aliens too and they’re pretty cool.”

_{While the god was evidently confused with the others general appearance and acceptance towards something unknown, if possible, that confusion only grew the more he talked. “What is Star Wars?” He asked bluntly, not even bothered by the reaction that might get him. “Where did you ever see or hear that stars are at war with each other? Planets, yes, but not stars.” Oh, he could have a whole lecture about midgardian ignorance considering space, but Loki held his tongue.} 

_{“I have no idea what that E.T. is, so there’s that.” He pressed out with a clearly fake smile. “Aren’t aliens by midgardian standards these weird and different looking creatures, intellectually far ahead of you, coming from distant galaxies to try and claim the planet as their own?” Oh. Well he did kind of describe himself in a way. Ah well. What the other didn’t know couldn’t really hurt him either. “Do I look anything like that? I would say I don’t. So no, I’m not an alien.”}

Oh, now this was getting too easy. This man was trying to throw him off when he knew far more than he was letting on. Dmitri may have had his ditzy moments but this was not the time for them.

“The fact that you don’t know Star Wars and E.T. already tell me that you’re definitely not from around here. Everybody knows about those things unless they’re babies or hermits.” He grinned. “You don’t have to lie to me, dude. I go through walls and I already know some aliens personally, and I sure as hell am not reporting you to those SHIELD people.”

brxkensovls:

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Reluctantly, he took the glass. Tossing back the liquid faster than he’d ever drank anything before in his life. It was clear once water hit his tongue just how dehydrated he’d become. Placing the glass down, he look to Devon with his hands gesturing to it now being emptied. “There, happy?” He couldn’t help but smile a little. “I don’t need monitoring you know, you really don’t have to stay. I’ll probably just rewatch American Horror Story Hotel again or something. What he needed was sleep, so obvious it was becoming pathetic. 

“Maybe I’ll try a nap or something. I don’t know. I’m just too exhausted to think properly.” Just as his words ceased, his mouth opened wide with a yawn. “Thirty minutes, I’ll sleep for thirty minutes. Does that work?” It was almost like he was more-so convincing himself than he was Devon. 

“Naw, man. One time, when I was in high school, I kept having these night terrors and the only thing that stopped them was when my mom actually monitored me. Got me to snap out of them without waking up and actually got me sleeping instead of all that crap.”

Devon sat in the room and got out his tablet. “Don’t worry about it. Just relax and whatever. Count sheep. Whatever helps.”

enouxment:

( D E V O N ): 

“Does that mean we can bake cake instead of pie?” He asked, but then smiled. A rare sight. “Just kidding. We can bake pie. Then we could, I dunno, chill at the mall or something. Somewhere that’s reminiscent of civilization.”

lavender laughed softly at his mention of cake. she sighed and narrowed her eyes at him. “sure, as long as we ALSO bake cake. so cake and pie.” she couldn’t help but smile as he smiled too. “i suppose we could go to the mall. i mean, i’ve got some stuff i could get.” she wasn’t a fan of CROWDS, or shopping centers really. she liked being alone, or being pretty close to that. but she figured she’d suck it up and do it - especially because devon came with her to the apple orchard in the first place. 

“Just somewhere urban. That’s all I need. We’ll figure it out, I guess.” He now was holding a bag full of apples. “So, should we head back to your place? I think I have an oven too but I’ve never really used it…”