This is fun. I dress up as Harry Potter characters and put on stupid voices to make my mouth move right. I make the GIFs and laugh myself silly at how odd I look with overdrawn lips. I share them on this dumb website and y’all are forced to look at me having fun. Sometimes you reblog it, send asks or just, in general, join in on my dumb antics. Sometimes you don’t. I’m still having fun.
I get to be creative, I get to write and act. I get to play with my camera and fiddle with my lighting and I get to explore these characters that I absolutely adore. I get to headcanon and share my headcanons and even make headcanons with my friends.
I’m making friends in a community that (at least when I started) has so little hate and so much love. I get to see my friends get better at makeup, buy new wigs and best of all laugh. I get to lay on a google hangout and cry with laughter because someone messed up their eyebrows (okay it’s usually me).
The point is, I love it. If I didn’t, I would step back. I came online as Pansy and it was one of the funniest nights I’ve had in such a long time. I don’t care if I don’t look like your headcanon of Pansy. I don’t care if you think I’m ‘too ugly’ or ‘not sassy enough’. It was literally so much fun.
I don’t care if I bring the ‘quality’ of the community down, at least I’m not hating on anyone. I don’t care if I’m not creative enough for you, because I’m not hurting anyone by making dumb memes. I don’t care. We’re all just weirdos in our rooms with a webcam or a phone and we’re all just here to have fun.
If you are not having fun. Please, take a step back. For your own sanity as well as ours. This isn’t a career. I don’t have to ‘get better’ if I don’t want to. I can just make dumb GIFs and have fun with my friends… and so can you.
Bellatrix: You see, mudblood, I know you’d run to Andy the moment I cursed you. She knows this spell all too well, I doubt any other student would be able to counter it.
Bellatrix: As will be our family. I will ask to be the one to burn you off and when the time comes I will hunt you… both of you. Unless, you decide to show this mudblood his place in our world right now.
Bellatrix: You know what good old Aunt Walburga does when she is mad.
Bellatrix: You won’t see her, you won’t speak to her. Father will hear about this.
David stepped back, somewhat surprised that Walter had never
thought to create anything, content only to forever appreciate the work of his
human masters. What shocked him though was the idea that he had no desire to create. Was creation not the point of existence? David thought, smiling at
the sketches on the walls of his room. It was no matter. If he was to befriend
the other synthetic, to seduce him into independent thought, David first had to
earn his trust. He took the stump at the end of Walter’s left arm and held it
“You’ve been injured brother. Let me fix you, let me make
you whole again… Shouldn’t take but a moment with the tools in your pack… You
see I went back for your hand, knowing they
*inhales* Demon Arthur trying to hide things from other people by covering them with his wings. I.e. Himself from Lance when they meet face to face. Awkward silence insuse.
Tagging @ecto-rp because this is their Au that exploded all over the place.
“Nonononononononooooo!” came from the corner of the room where Arthur had collapsed into a heap behind the couch, wings wrapped around him until he resembled nothing so much as a heap of green and yellow mottled tarp. The tip of his tail was the only other thing visible and it was poofed up to three times its normal size. “Vivi, don’t answer the door!”
It was far too late of course, because she was already pulling the door wide open to admit the scowling mechanic,
“Alright, so I found the place, girlie, though to be sure I didn’t like little pink spooks showin’ up at the shop to lead me here. Half’a my boys are still hidin’ in the back room.”
“Sorry, had to be sure you could find the place,” Vivi sounded entirely unapologetic. “We are a bit off the beaten path.”
“Now, what’s so important?”
“Well, I found Arthur and Lewis!”
“WHAT?! Where’s my nephew?”
“He’s here, he just is afraid to show his face because of something that happened while he was missing… there are more than a few… cosmetic changes.”
“D’you think fer one bloody second I give a tinker’s damn about cosmetic changes? Whereis my BOY?!” Lance’s roar shook the furniture and sent two deadbeats fleeing.
Vivi led Lance to a heap of green cowering behind the couch, still quietly going “…nononononono…”
“Arthur?” Lance, bless his huge gruff heart, actually sounded worried. “Lad, come out where’s I can see ya.”
“I can’t…” Arthur’s voice was faint and muffled.
“Lad, I don’t care what you look like, you’re still my boy. Come outta that tarp. I need to see you with my own two eyes.”
“No, I can’t,” Arthur’s voice was tight.
“I told you, I don’t give a damn what you look like, you’re still my kid.”
“No, you don’t get it.” Arthur’s voice sounded some mix between fearful and… annoyed?
“I can’t make these stupid wings work. I literally can’t come out.”
what she means:
what could possibly cause jensen ross ackles to ask misha if he just had sex in the hallway?!?! ???/ like misha was literally juST EXisTInG?!1?!? and another thing! are you so familiar with misha's after-sex-appearance that you felt the need to notify everyone else in the area? is it a territory marking thing? like what motivation could there have been for this!?1?! why are you doing this to me????????
(( Sorry if I’m rp'ing with you at the moment or some of the other and I haven’t replied. I just need a break- I will be getting back to you as soon as I can, but I apologize for any bad rp behavior, or if I came off as rude! I probably should have said something ;; My deepest apologies!! ))