considering deleting this thing

farah: i need to go back to the spring estate. all my stuff is there. my clothes, my guns

dirk, eyeing todd’s clothes on farah: you look good!

ofpaintandoil  asked:

Klaroline as mates and Caroline questioning Klaus' sanity and/or thinking he was knocked on the head one too many times in the last thousand years for this to even be a possibility. :]

Everywhere With You

She stumbles, deliberate and maybe too theatrical, wind milling her arms and tottering like the heel’s she’s wearing are going to be her downfall. They’re not - Caroline spent much of her early teens prepping for Miss Mystic walking the stairs of her house in a cheap pair of pumps from Payless (getting her mom to buy them had been an ordeal) with a book on her head – but the creep who’s following her has no way of knowing that.

Caroline lets herself crash into a light pole, makes a show of catching her balance, and throws her head back with a laugh that’s boisterous and supposed to sound slightly drunk. She closes her eyes and focuses her hearing waiting for whoever’s been on her tail to make a freaking move already.

She usually sticks to blood bags, because that’s what good vampires do, but tonight she’s willing to make an exception. If some creep’s going to pick her as an easy mark Caroline’s going to make sure he regrets it.

She holds her breath, her hair spilling down in messy waves to cover the red of her eyes and fangs she’s let out. She’s sure someone had been watching her, that the rustling of leaves in the trees that line this pathway back to her dorm room had been caused by something other than animals and the wind.

Nothing moves, now one ambles out of the woods or speeds up the path.

Still, Caroline knows she’s not alone.

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  • Arthur Wontner & Ian Fleming, The Silver Blaze, 1937
  • Basil Rathbone & Nigel Bruce, The Hound of the Baskervilles, 1939 
  • Peter Cushing & Nigel Stock, “The Blue Carbuncle,” 1968
  • Vasily Livanov & Vitaly Solomin, “Bloody Inscription,” 1979
  • Jeremy Brett & David Burke, “The Resident Patient,” 1985
  • Jonny Lee Miller & Lucy Liu, “The Long Fuse,” 2012

Going to have to keep an eye on my bloody FB account for a while, I barely post on the thing anymore, so when I phoned my fiance to discuss when’s a good time for a boiler engineer to come out and give us a quote he asked me if I’d posted something on FB lately, I said no, he said there was a post on my wall, some shite about North Korea >_o

So I checked, and there it was, as if I’d posted it. Deleted it, changed my password and deleted a couple of apps, might go through and delete more as apparently they can be dodgy

So yeah…literally the only reason I have a FB account still is because my relatives & old friends from way back are on there, but considering deleting the bleeding thing

When you’re trying to be positive

but tumblr can be one of the most negative places on earth

No I don’t read Hyrda!Cap

I don’t acknowlege Hydra!Cap

Until that storyline resolves to be something else….I won’t touch it with a 10ft pole.

anonymous asked:

I was just about to freak out on you about why you hate the porn bots when you're so flirty with a libido through the roof and whatnot, but then I just calmed down thinking "Nope, uh-uh, everyone hates the porn bots, they're cancer to everyone.". XD

((Good that you realized your own thinking because i was going to consider you a hater and delete you imediatelly, and just to clean things up, yeah my blog has nsfw art and my muse is a fucking pervy demon BUT that doesn’t mean that i will allow these shitty bots to follow me to stuck real porn all over my face, they are indeed a cancer so yeah glad you figured it out))

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10!
THOUSAND!
FOLLOWERS!

It has finally happened! I’ve reached the big 10K earlier today and I couldn’t be happier :) To celebrate I thought I’d wear my favourite dress and heels; shame you can’t really see the dress but I’m sure you’ve all seen it before.

Whether you’ve been around since day 1 or only a few hours, I want to thank everyone that’s following my blog. I’ll admit sometimes it has been a struggle to keep up with content and even a few times when I’ve considered deleting the whole thing, but I’m glad I stuck with it.

To anyone following me who is having doubts about crossdressing: 

Try not to falter. I know I’ve had it easier than others with my dressing habits which makes it easier to say this, but no matter how hard times can be and no matter how little you may get to dress you still need to do what you love!

Don’t let anyone tell you what to do, don’t let judgements from other people affect you, and, most of all, be happy.

As usual, feel free to reblog and like my posts. The more notes I get the more I get to dress up :P

And one last time, thank you all again for 10,000 followers!

- Jessica Blaise x x

P.S. Sorry for the badly photoshopped writing; Moon wouldn’t let me draw on hers pillows.

anonymous asked:

I think keeping a record of Renee's online activity is a-ok, considering how often she deletes things. You never know when she'll like something that, on further examination, completely contradicts or exposes her narrative.

🤔

you can take the piss out of kids that genuinely want to learn japanese after being fans of anime all you like but at the end of the day they’re the ones trying to push past the white british/american sense of superiority when it comes to not really having to learn foreign languages because “everyone else knows english anyway”

archiveofourown.org
(press my nose up) to the glass around your heart - mimosaeyes - Miraculous Ladybug [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Excerpt in lieu of summary:
“You’re not going to turn around,” she tells him, and tries not to wonder if it’s disappointment stiffening his back against hers. Her voice is soft but steady, and she’s still resting her head on his shoulder, even though it’s an open position, right in his peripheral vision. He wouldn’t even need to turn his head much. He could find out who she is, at long last, without her even realising, but she takes a deep breath and says, “I know you won’t. I know I won’t, either. So let’s just. Let’s just talk.”

(Read the tags on AO3, they explain more than I can articulate.)

Word count:
5034 a.k.a. literally the longest thing I have ever written, I know I am weak and I do not know how any of it happened

Dedication:
This was written for blacklicoriceaddict, who was there encouraging me when I published my first fics, who inadvertently got me to join tumblr, and who then pulled me into this fandom by a combination of magical yo-yo and lasso of truth. You are truly a Wonder(-ful) Woman.

Credits:
Cakes in the shape of the Eiffel Tower go to lioncubfearme who thought up cat puns without any context because there was literally no plan at any point.

Extended author’s commentary that no one asked for (spoilers for fic):

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anonymous asked:

I don't know who that other anon is but I gotta agree with them, you're ridiculously salty. Automatic block.

Honestly?  Good. Thank you for blocking me. Saves me some pain. 

But why is asking for questions asked off anon so that asks don’t clutter the blog and don’t get deleted automatically in the inbox considered a bad thing that makes me a “salty” person? Do you guys even know what that term means?

Would you rather I just shut down the blog? Because, trust me, I’ve been considering it lately because this site is honestly a toxic dump full of people who abuse the anon button.

Or would you rather I just turn off anon completely, causing the amount of submitted prompts to decline dramatically?

Or, maybe, would you just consider being kind, cooperative people who respect my wishes? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Stranded - Luke

Requested - “Can you do a Luke one shot where something happens like you get stranded and he becomes incredible protective of you? Fluff/smut would be nice”

Hiiiiii! I’m sorry I’ve been gone! Everything has been a bit rubbish lately and I’ve had no motivation, I considered deleting for a while but I really don’t want to do that. Things still aren’t great, but I’ll try and post as much as I can! I’m still here if you ever need me ❤️

———-

“Answer your phone, answer your phone, answer your phone” you repeat to yourself, phone clutched to your ear.

“Hey, you” Luke’s calm voice comes down the line.

“Luke!” Your own panicked one breathes out, happy he finally answered.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His tone changes.

“My cars broken down and I don’t know where I am!” You cry out.

“What?! Where…but…do you not have a breakdown number?” He’s pacing, feeling useless. He doesn’t know where you are and he’s now panicking himself.

“No! I have no internet so I can’t google one and I was trying to handle it myself and be all independent, but I can’t and I feel pathetic. And it’s dark and cold.” You whine.

“And you decided to ring me?! Because I’m the calm one in this relationship?!” He exclaims, making a fair point. You were the calm one, he freaked out.

“You’re my boyfriend! I’m meant to turn to you in times of trouble!”

“I know, but now I’m panicking and I don’t know where you are! Does your phone have GPS?” He’s running his hand through his hair, making it sticking up at all angles.

“Do you really think I’d know that? I only discovered it had a torch the other day.”

“Oh, for fucks sake” you hear him mutter to himself, “babe, you’re…”

“Luke, I think I just heard a noise” your head whips round to where you’re sure you heard a twig snap, “oh god, this is the start of every horror film Mikey has made me watch.”

“Get in the car and lock the doors!” His desperation to get to you naturally means that he can’t find anything he needs. Mainly, his car keys.

“The AA say you’re meant to wait outside the car!” You argue.

“What are you waiting for?! To be killed?! Get in the car” you scowl at his angry tone but do as he says.

“I’m in the car” you grumble, “it if explodes, it’s your fault.”

“I’ll take full responsibility” he sighs, “right, where were you going? Where was the last place you recognised?” You can hear the worry in his voice.

“I went to see Y/F/N’s new house, but I’ve only ever been there with you driving. I was trying to find the motorway home” you mumble the last part.

“What can you see?”

“Trees, darkness, the fear of being murdered” you glance around, “it looks a bit like the Forbidden Forest.” You inform him, looking up at a tree that looks very much like the Whomping Willow.

“Helpful, thanks” you can almost hear his eyes rolling, “I’m on my way”

“How do you know where I am?”

“I don’t, but I’ll find you” he promises “stay on the phone to me”

“Okay, thank you”

“I love you” he adds after a second.

“Why are you telling me that?” There’s something about his voice that makes you suspicious.

“In case you get murdered”

“Luke!” You scowl as you hear him chuckling.

“Stay in the car, keep the doors locked and stay on the phone to me. You’ll be fine, okay? I’ll find you.” He hopes you can’t hear the panicked edge to his voice, “and put the heater on, it’s cold”

“Are you here yet?” You whisper after a few minutes.

“Believe it or not, no” he mutters.

-

“There’s a car, is it you?” You turn to see bright headlights behind you. It felt like you’d been here hours. Luke had been getting more and more frustrated as the time passed on and he couldn’t find you. It was only when he’s realised you’d gone completely the wrong way that he managed to find you.

“I think it’s me” he replies, “wait there”

“It’s you!”

“Oh, thank god” he breathes out, running over to your car and climbing in the passenger seat, where you fling your arms around him, “God, you worried me.”

“You’re here” you mumble into his neck.

“Where the hell were you going? This isn’t the way home!” He pulls back to frown at you.

“I know that, that’s why I was lost!” You defend yourself.

“What am I going to do with you?” His intense eyes meet yours, “you scared me, you know.”

“I was scared.”

“I’m glad you rang me. I’m glad I was here” his hand cups your face.

“I knew you’d find me. You always do”

“I’m buying you a Sat Nav” he grins.

“Luke, I can’t work my phone, what makes you think I’ll have any luck with more technology?” Your eyebrow raises.

“I’ll just stay with you at all times then” he grins, leaning closer to you.

“That’s fine by me” you laugh, pulling his face to yours, “Luke..” You warn as his intentions become clear.

“We’re stranded, there’s no one here” his lips move to the spot below your ear.

“But I can guarantee that as soon as we…you are not helping by doing that!” You groan as his teeth gently graze your neck.

“I’ll stop if you want me to” his lips still, hovering over your skin.

“No, no. You don’t have to do that” you pull away and clamber inelegantly onto his lap.

“So eager” he smirks.

“Shut up, Hemmings” pulling his face to yours, you cut off his retort with your lips.

anonymous asked:

ROBYN THE ALWAYS IN MY HEART IS LIKE 'THE PAGE DOESN'T EXIST' WHAT IS GOING ON

Okay take a deep breath. Yes, it’s odd that it’s been deleted, but maybe it’s a positive thing? Considering the timing off the original tweet that is. Kind of like Harry covering the “I can’t change” tattoo with the anchor. Maybe this is a step forward, not everything has to be surrounded in doom and gloom you know?

I know that tweet is very special to people, but I’m just trying to think in good terms, we don’t know anything at the moment, no need to panic right?