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warloving-blog · 5 years
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Fortune Teller reading my palm: It just says “yikes.”
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pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many 
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anyone else feel like god is just toying with u however he pleases . he thinks hes so funny . well im about to be hilarious
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warloving-blog · 5 years
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@wcnderwitch ♥’d this to adopt befriend everett
          Everett wasn’t hungry. He really wasn’t. He hadn’t had an appetite since he’d left the countryside, but as the girl tore her sandwich apart and handed it to him, he heard his stomach growl.
          “Thanks...” Everett took his half and sat down next to her. “Are you sure your parents’er whatever’s not gonna care...?”
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warloving-blog · 5 years
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( ok but really give this post a ♥ and i’ll make a small starter in buzz’s child verse with the assumption that your muse is going to be his new dad for a day )
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hello? hi, this is me saying if your muse doesn’t have a good dad or any dad at all this father’s day, buzz will--------
----absolutely not be your muse’s dad. don’t think about it. no. he IS the bad father your muse is trying to escape ok. do not. he has a soft spot for kids and treats them 10x better than he does adults but he’s still bad. 0/10. F-. do not pass go, do not collect 2 dollars, avoid the angry trash heap.
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punches in that fuCKING FACE
          Buzz hit the ground before he even knew what happened. Pain, white-hot and stabbing cracked along his nose and copper flooded his mouth. 
          The man had punched him. Actually punched him.
          His whole face ached, but the anger and embarrassment that suddenly burst through his chest was worse than any pain. Buzz staggered onto his feet with a look of pure hatred.
          “Oh, smart,” he growled. “Real smart!”
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"Stand firm!" Bezi called, a commanding presence. He was terrified, but you never would have guessed it; he was in his element, now. "We can take them!"
          Sweat.            Adrenaline.            Rage.            Bloodshed.
          This is what he was born for. He was the son of Ares and war burned through his veins. The thunder of the enemy surging over the hill like a great black wave excited him. Where fear tightened in the chests of his campmates, something greater stirred in his. He wanted to hear the enemy’s rallying voices die into screams of agony. He wanted to kill. His fingers tightened around his sword and like a starving wolf, he licked his lips in anticipation.
          This would be his grand moment. His victory. No one would look at Everett Rickson like a fool ever again. Camp Half-Blood would take him seriously, maybe his father would even finally answer his prayers--
          No sooner did the monster legion crash into the hollow did Everett suddenly break line. He ran, yelling against the din at the top of his lungs, sword flashing. 
          He was going to be a hero.
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Hancock bared his teeth, gripping the front of Buzz' shirt and tugging him down to his level. "I think the lady wants to be left alone," he growled
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          “Easy, eaaaasy, Mayor.” He let out a cold, brittle kind of laugh, as empty as his smile. “I don’t know how things work in that little hole-in-the-wall you call a town, but out here? People know not to stick their noses where they don’t belong.”
          Buzz’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t have any real beef with the ghoul, he might even harbor a little respect for him, but nobody, not even flashy Mayor Hancock of Goodneighbor, could push him around. Least of all in front of his girl.
          “Me and Red here were just having a little lover’s spat,” he said. “That’s all. So step off.”
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warloving-blog · 5 years
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on that note, i invite anyone and everyone to punch buzz out at leisure
i want him to get a redemption arc but i also kinda just want someone to break his jaw u feel
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warloving-blog · 5 years
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me any time buzz does something monumentally stupid or nasty which is 99% of the time
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