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Reblog if you RP on Discord and it's okay for people to PM you for a plot.

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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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※ JENNA MARBLES - “CORN ON THE COB BUT INSTEAD OF THE CORN BONE IT’S A HOT DOG”  ※

starters from jenna’s video corn on the cob but instead of the corn bone it’s a hot dog ! feel free to change pronouns/names/etc !

“Just hear me out for one second.”

“You ever have a friend that just so deeply inspires you?”

“I have one of those friends!”

“You might actually remember him from years ago.”

“He microwaved a candle.”

“Sneezing himself awake is a real thing he did.”

“He is just violently himself.”

“He has broken me many times.”

“Recently, he brought me to new levels of inspiration.”

“Something about this sentence just really got me.”

“I laughed for maybe fifteen minutes straight.”

“That’s a great idea. I want to make it for you.”

“When I hear a sentence like that I can’t just not act on it.”

“It needs to exist.”

“What America has in controversial and questionable past, we make up for in culture and cuisine!”

“He deserves the very best in life.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone do this because, frankly, it’s stupid, and why would anyone do it?”

“I don’t even know if it’s gonna work.”

“There is no plan B.”

“I don’t know what else to do if this doesn’t pan out the way I want it to.”

“I don’t think it’s gonna turn out good.”

“I think that would be delicious.”

“I didn’t read this, huh?”

“I don’t understand that sentence.”

“We have a tiny whisk, thanks to Julien.”

“Why did you buy this?”

“It’s been through a lot.”

“We’re just gonna have to find out.”

“I could just sit here and eat this all day.”

“Are you supposed to measure that?”

“He hurt his face doing that, learn your lesson.”

“I’m really not comfortable with hot oil.”

“Oh, this is weird…”

“Wow. That was fun. And easy.”

“You think this’ll work?”

“It doesn’t work!”

“Oh, what do I do?”

“This is a graveyard.”

“That is so disgusting.”

“Should I throw this out?”

“Yes is the answer to that question.”

“This is great. This is fine. Everything’s fine.”

“Your butt turns them on constantly.”

“Why don’t I do the first one?”

“This is disgusting…!”

“I hate myself…”

“What have I done?”

“Oh, god, what is that abomination?”

“I couldn’t think of another way to do it…!”

“Oh, wait, that’s kind of an idea.”

“It kind of makes me want to cry.”

“Jason, I made you a present.”

“This isn’t what I envisioned at all.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“It’s actually so good…”

“It’s not really what I wanted.”

“That didn’t work at all.”

“You’re making even more of an abomination than I did.”

“What have you done?!”

“It’s for my friend Jason…!”

“What have I made…?”

“I’m trying, but it’s hot…”

“I think we did it.”

“That’s the best one..!”

“That’s what you’re asking for.”

“So fucking stupid…”

“I’m gonna cry…”

“It’s so wrong…”

“I just feel weird.”

“It’s just not right. It’s just not right.”

“Is it wrong? Yeah. Should it be banished forever? Yes.”

“I want to see if it’s possible.”

“This is where my intellectual capabilities end in terms of coming up with how this could possibly work.”

“When I hear something that inspirational it just needs to be done.”

“I hope that you’re happy with the outcome; I know I’m not.”

“What have we learned here?”

“Sometimes, things are better left inside of the brain.”

“I hope that you enjoyed this and I made all of your dreams come true.”

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#MartinFreeman last night at a bar in London with friends! 😘💙 (24/June/2019) https://twitter.com/pipson_/status/1143447284576903168?s=19 (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzIckVZHFF0/?igshid=1u8yg9fychot4

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i always forget my grandma used to be a clown so it caught me the fuck off guard when she saw this

and no hesitation saying “oh it’s that creepy clown- oh he’s drinking that’s against clown code”

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the dynamic between heinz doofenschmirtz and perry the platypus would probably come off as v romantic and gay if they were two people in a similar age range rather than a dude and a platypus. no i dont ship them but think about it. villainous monologues are already a very romantic and gay thing in itself (don’t question me on this you know im right). listening to somebody ramble excitedly about something they’re proud of is even more romantic and cute af. also doofensmirtz is already gay anyway. the only thing preventing this from becoming Peak Gay is the fact that perry is strictly professional and also a platypus. thanks for coming to my ted talk

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The last year had twisted the detective’s life completely between the introduction of magic to the death of his best mate. He had never been overly fond of the art itself, found it to be almost like cheating. It cheated the mundane world of its science, its creativity, its discovery, and its intellect– disgustingly cheap. People were thinking, perfecting what they could with calculation and precision while wizards did little more than summon a shower of colourful sparks from the end of their magic wands. Not to mention Sherlock’s original skepticism either, the fact that such a ludicrous thing could exist when all of science and logic was in denial. However, it was an aspect of John’s life, deeply rooted in the Wizarding World and for that– he could be curious. Although that feeling of childlike wonder faded rather quickly upon the discovery of how toxic magic was in his best friend’s life and then there was the last thing– the event that tore a void into the sleuth’s world– John’s death.

There was an evident tightening of his lips at the mention of apparition, that cupid’s bow becoming ever more prominent as the clench of his jaw tensed his face. Eyes averting momentarily to glide across the room, avoiding the sorcerer’s intense gaze. As much as he wanted to solve the case, to avenge John Watson, there was some part within him that was unwilling to use magic– the very thing that had his best friend’s body lying stationary on the pavement– but logically, he knew that the case at hand would require it and there was no point in avoiding it. It was a murder weapon, a cheat, a convenience, as well as relevant within the Wizarding World and to walk in without the intention of ever engaging in magic was to walk into a battlefield at war without a weapon.

Even with his hesitation, there was a drive in the detective. A surge to find the wizards who cast the final spell and left the army doctor cruelly lying on the ground, motionless. The ever present thirst for a case– for a burst of adrenaline to go rushing through his veins– was pressing him to go and the burning need to avenge his friend pushed on to the point of recklessness.

“We leave can now. The game’s already started.” A confirmation, a nod of his head as the detective reached up, his lithe fingers unconsciously pulling at the lapels of his Belstaff, turning the collar up to his cheeks. Side-Along apparition would have to be used, Sherlock knew– John had used it before, pulling the sleuth between worlds of magical Wizards and 221B Baker St. Gingerly, a trembling hand fell upon the other man’s arm, curling around the sleeve, a conscious effort from the taller man to stop his incessant shaking.

Watching Sherlock’s reluctance to follow and the clearly noticeable hesitation at the mention of apparition did John begin to see that the Sleuth’s distrust towards magical means had only increased since his passing, even before the doctor faked his own demise his best friend had been wary of it but now there was disdain behind the other man’s icy blue eyes towards the use of sorcery. John couldn’t really blame him seeing that not only did it conflict with pretty much all of Sherlock’s commonly used muggle scientific teachings, but now it had taken the life of someone he knew and that was difficult to forget. Back when the wizard had first revealed his magical nature he had been slowly introducing the detective to the mystical arts as not to frighten him off, just like the previous uses of the arcane with the taller man it would be best to keep any spells used to a minimum if at all possible. 

“We’ll go on three, alright?” The doctor would give the youngest Holmes brother a heads up before apparating, though the warlock was supposed to be DEEP UNDERCOVER that didn’t mean he couldn’t still show the same amount of consideration as his old muggle persona had. Letting the dark haired detective cling to the sleeve of his jacket did John momentarily twirl the wand twice in hand,imagining their destination as preparation for his incantation. “Ready? One, two... THREE!” With a flick and a swish of the arcane focus in his grasp did the two suddenly disappear from the room in a flash of brilliant silver light, landing upon the marble tiled floors of the British Ministry if Magic’s Headquarters did the sorcerer look back to his companion in hopes that the trip had not startled the mundane man. 

“How’re you feeling, lad? I realize apparation isn’t the best way to travel and honestly I prefer going by train myself so if you find it a wee bit jarring I understand completely.” John couldn’t help worrying over his best mate, especially seeing the other’s sickly pale complexion and the fact that the poor man was so thin that a gentle breeze looked as if it would knock the consulting detective right off his feet. Doubt hit the doctor knowing that chances were bringing Sherlock Holmes into this awful magical mess was truly the biggest mistake John had made in ages, having second thoughts about how he was now willingly putting his closest friend in harms way after leaving him for exactly that reason. Merlin, what if Sherlock got stuck on the nasty end of a killing curse because of HIM? He’d never be able to live with himself...

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Me at 9:30pm, realising I still have plenty of time to read and sleep:

Me at 3:00am, still reading:

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Martin Freeman

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“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

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I refuse to die ordinary.

tenx  (via princessrpg)

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i pledge

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Martin Freeman by Philip Sinden [x]

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Things that make me happy: Martin Freeman

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Well I did say this Blog would be “mostly” Benedict Cumberbatch Artwork … ^^

but I sure enjoyed  to give Martin Freeman a try 

as John Watson or as himself  I can feel  both the kindness and the “badassery” in him , and I really like it , interesting subject for a portrait !