powerofra:

           I’d rather DIE

                            than give you CONTROL .

Send me “Ouch!” for my muses reaction to your muse hitting them in anger.
j-t-robin:

of-mice-and-semen:

eternell:

iwassoalonecastiel:

timelord-and-fishcustard:

The colour of this crack changes to a darker version of your blog colour.

GET ON MY BLOG

OmF there’s a crack of space and time on my blog.

sick 

bs it turned to a lighter shade, my dash is black.

j-t-robin:

of-mice-and-semen:

eternell:

iwassoalonecastiel:

timelord-and-fishcustard:

The colour of this crack changes to a darker version of your blog colour.

GET ON MY BLOG

OmF there’s a crack of space and time on my blog.

sick 

bs it turned to a lighter shade, my dash is black.

Sick rp Starters
"Hey there, Rudolph."
"I'm pretty sure tissues exist so you won't sneeze on me."
"Ugh! Cover your mouth!"
"You sound awful, you know that?"
"And you've been like this how long?"
"You really can't take care of yourself, can you?"
"Oh, gross! I better not get sick!"
"What are you doing here? You should be in bed."
"You're kind of adorable when you're sick. You know, in a pathetic way."
"Stop it! You're getting your germs everywhere!"
"I'm taking care of you, and that's final."
"I don't care if I get sick. I just want to help you get better."
"Did you sleep last night?"
"You've been coughing an awful lot. You okay?"
"Jesus! That the tenth time you've sneezed on me today! What is your problem?"
"Did you just throw up?"
"Do you need more blankets?"
"Is it too hot or too cold?"
"Hmmm, you definitely have a fever."
"I think it's bedtime for you."
"You have to take the medicine, or you won't get better!"
"Hey, you alright? You look pale."
"Here, just take the whole box of tissues."
"Gosh, you must be really sick..."
Send me ‘You don’t even want to be saved, do you?’ for my muse’s reaction.

I’m sixteen, life is sweet,
When your growing up so fast.
Gotta make the good times last!

Send me anons as my kid.

spirit-girl-lie-rei:

wielderofmjollnir:

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BONUS POINTS IF YOU NAME THE OTHER PARENT.

Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.
Augusten Burrough (via ohlovequotes)
Remember?

askthetravelingtwins

justthwippingawesome:

Peter looked at the house before him, it was very familiar. It probably helped that he’d never moved-no he moved to her when his parents had left him with his Aunt and Uncle and…never came back.

He frowned at the thoughts and shook his head, “Sure I can remember that stuff..” He mumbled but nodded and went up to the door and opened it tentatively. He walked in and looked around a little bit, “Alright…my room;s up stairs…I’ve had it since I was little.” He was mostly saying to himself, just to confirm that he knew it.

"Peter, is that you? Are you home dear?"

"Oh-uhhh hey Aunt May, yeah…it’s me-umm this is Amando. I’m not not remembering if you’ve met.."

Amando chuckled and grimaced, “Peter here hit his head on the wall surrounding the school pretty hard. Has a bit of amnesia after getting his concussion dealt with. I’m following him around to make sure that he’s a-okay, Mrs. Parker!” He told her as he shook her hand, grinning like a huge dork. “The doctors told me to take him home and make sure that he’s in familiar surroundings for a bit to help clear up the amnesia.”

She shook his hand, her gaze staying on Peter with worried eyes. “Oh Peter!” She said, quickly embracing her nephew and kissing his head. “Is that where you’ve been? Sweetie, why didn’t anyone call me? Did you walk here? I would have come to pick you up. Dear, I’ve told you to be more careful.

Peter was a little surprised at the hug, but soon melted into it and hugged her back. “I’m sorry…I can’t really answer any of that…” He said with a sigh, he’d been wondering the same thing really. “I’m alright though…I mean for the most part…it’s really the majority of the past few years I don’t remember…though everything is kinda fuzzy..” He explained. She pulled back, keeping her hands on his shoulders as she looked him over.

"Alright…why don’t you go up to your room and I’ll cook up one of your favorite dishes? Mary Jane called, you weren’t answering your phone and I guess I know why now, she would probably be able to help too. You’ve been friends since you were little." She told him, reaching up to pet his hair fondly.

"MJ? Alright, that sounds good…but I don’t know if I’m quite hungry yet…"