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Glockamole

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Say “You’re incredibly beautiful, did you know that?” to my muse for their reaction.

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'jealous' sentence meme

❝ i don't like the way he's/she's looking at you. ❞

❝ i'm starting to think you want him/her, too. ❞

❝ am i crazy? ❞

❝ have i lost ya'? ❞

❝ even thought i know you love me, can't help it. ❞

❝ i turn my chin music up, and i'm puffing my chest. ❞

❝ i'm getting red in the face. ❞

❝ you can call me obsessed. ❞

❝ it's not your fault that they hover. ❞

❝ i mean no disrespect. ❞

❝ it's my right to be hellish. ❞

❝ i still get jealous. ❞

❝ 'cause you're too fucking beautiful. ❞

❝ everybody wants a taste. ❞

❝ everybody wants your sex. ❞

❝ that's why i still get jealous. ❞

❝ i wish you didn't have to post it all. ❞

❝ i wish you'd save a little bit for me. ❞

❝ protective or possessive, yeah. ❞

❝ call it passive or aggressive. ❞

❝ i'm the type to never sweat no chick/guy. ❞

❝ ain't nobody but you got me stressin' this way, you know. ❞

❝ now the struggle's always real. ❞

❝ girls/boys be steppin' in my face. ❞

❝ you're the only one invited. ❞

❝ how am i supposed to feel? ❞

❝ you're the only one invited. ❞

❝ i said there's no one else for you. ❞

❝ 'cause you know i get excited when you get jealous, too. ❞

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Friendly reminders about roleplaying with me;;

♥ I have skype  and will gladly share it if asked for it. ♥ I have kik and will love all pestering of my muse there or ooc too. ♥ I love plotting and it is always much appreciated. ♥ I love asks of all kinds! Want to know something ooc? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that relate overall to fandom? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that pertain to a certain verse? Send it in! ♥ Short paras via ask are love. ♥ Random starters are SUPER love. ♥ Most of all : never be afraid to approach me because I’m the biggest dork and as intimidating as a happy feet dancing penguin.

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which person of ur otp furiously does push-ups while the other sits on their back and reads a magazine

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me on a date with Tom Hardy

Tom: *shows me his phone* that's my dog

me: omg

Tom: *shows me his phone again* that's a dog I saw today

me: omg

Tom: *shows me his phone* this is a bunch of dogs I saw last week

me: omG

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original photography by greg williams

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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delilamackenna liked for a starter call...

Shoulder leaned against the opening of the wall, back hunched slightly as his head hung low, Killian held the mug between his fingers.  A tight grip looped around the white handle, the black liquid settled around it’s own smoke from heat seemingly untouched by lips.  Blue hues dragged along the cracked wooden floor and slid up along the woman’s body, thick brows knitted together above the eyes.  Black tie pulled out slightly as the white dress shirt stayed half un-touched, Killians nose twitched as he quickly examined her face.  Gaze following the slope down her nose, settling on her lips before breezing towards her own eyes and he stopped.  Raising the mug towards his lips, he let his brows ease and his eyes hood slightly, now looking towards the glass window at the front of the shop.

“I’m not cheap, But i am on the Special this week.” His low voice bubbled in his throat, throwing any etiquette out said window and just wanting to be left alone. 

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the-storm-within-me liked for a starter call...

Just a simple little accident caused a whole fling of commotion. Car flippings, head bumping-amungst other things-and blood.  Honestly, if it had happened in a rural area, Killian would have been able to crawl from the wreckage and leave, as he tried but failed.  The accident happened more or less around the citied area; lots of paranoid witnesses and stupidity.  Almost immediately an ambulance was at the scene and men took Killian into their vehicle and stepped him towards the hospital. He refused, trying to avoid the bill as well as human contact but upon seeing his tainted skull they forcefully insisted.  Now he was there.  Sitting upon a bed, bare feet against the cold ground and back hunched.  And angry.

Letting his head hang slightly, he winced as he turned his neck just a bit and his fingers twitched.  “I’m Fine, Honestly. Can i go Home!?”

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They walked.  Or more like, the others walked while Killian followed and played a cool head. HIs jaw turned upwards and a strong glide in his step, he made sure to keep an eye out for any attacks or misfortunes to play out.  He didnt trust any of this.  The Princess now vaugley in his mind, Killian subsided to keep his calm while trying to know what he was doing.  Kill stared up towards Elrond, nose twitching as he gave a grunt as his demands and kept forward.  He haddn’t given his name out in months.  Years, it seemed.  The only way people had been able to recolonize him was by his painted on face in the wanted posters around the other kingdoms. 

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Killian jumped once the voice spoke in his head and he stared towards the group with narrowed eyes. 

“Look, i didn’t come here for any mind games all right? Don’t appreciate little whispers in my ear like a little kid.”  He grunted, stepping up and wiping the bottom of his butt from the dirt.  The anger slowly melted away once he recognized Arwen’s name and his chest tightened, realizing he might actually see her once again.  Staring towards the main man once again, he licked his lips and his fingers twitched. “All right Long Hair. Guess i got a lil mind talk from the big man-er, woman. You gotta let me in now, hm?”

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Starter Call Anyone?

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Crusted dirt kissed the mans jaw line, along with the rest of his face and skin. His body ached from lack of movement whilst his neck twitched with pain in every turn. Blue hues scortched in the dimmly lit slimed halls, a thin lin smeared across lips. “You’d think so after letting a man rott-” He grunted, knuckles still visable under rusted clawed chains. 

The clicking of boots against uneven pavement. Slow. Careless. Proud. Dragging of the chain shackled to his wrist cascaded down the walls. The ear shrieking slide of metal bumbling against his hardened unkempt waist.            With a low grumble in his chest,                     he spoke.

                                     “Oh…….”                             

                                                                 “Captain-”

His throat bubbled, rasped and dirtied. Sickly bursts of words shot towards the man.

                                           “My.”

                                                                 “Captain.”

He spat the sentences, hands clenched to fists and teeth grinding.

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this deer is me

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