A Million Stories
iguanamouth:

UNUSUAL HOARD commission for bezzingtons, undoubtedly the best one so far 
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iguanamouth:

UNUSUAL HOARD commission for bezzingtons, undoubtedly the best one so far 

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blogofmissjoanwatson:

If you read the rules and information of a rp page before interaction, can you reblog this, please? I want to see how many do.

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problematicwonder:

thatfreakingfennec:

He pauses, at the commentary.

Human, today. Bored, to boot - restless moods drive new plots, but they don’t do a whole lot until you find one.

Didn’t help Kate wasn’t around - too much time in the last story, too much time wearing a mask.

Well, she had her ways of decompressing, and he had his.

"Well, s’pose that’s one’a the more unique pitches I’ve heard all day. You get many bites with that line, or are the walls mostly empty?"

The remark’s wry, and cheerful, a broad grin attached to it as he reaches up, moving to flick the brim of a hat that’s no longer there.

(It’s been months and he’s still not used to it)

"Still one’a the friendlier hellos I’ve gotten ‘round here. Least y’ain’t shootin’ at me yet."

It might be a bit of a red flag that he’s specifying yet.

"Won’t be me doing the shooting," she says matter-of-factly, and smiles.

Her smiles — unlike those of some of Tai’s other acquaintances — are generally quite benign, sincere… even pretty, if you can get past the way their glint sinks deep into her eyes and becomes almost entirely obscured by thoughtful darkness.

"I’m better at it than fishing, but I like fishing better. Got lots of bodies in the walls already," she continues lightly, "in them and on them… lots of places to hide something, if you know where."

She may or may not be joking about this — that neither her pitch nor expression change much make her intent eerily cryptic.

"But you’re not running away from anything, are you." It isn’t a question — it’s an assertion, and a disappointed one at that. "Everyone’s running away from something, but not you. Not even from bullets and fishhooks. Don’t know… why. Can’t see."

Well, now that’s all kinds of disconcerting.

He likes disconcerting.

"Generally easier to run toward things, I find. Y’tend to be lookin’ in the right direction more often, an’ can’t get caught if y’never slow down none, huh?" His reply could just as easily be taken as a too-literal misinterpretation, if you were inclined to take one look at the broad grin, friendly face, and casual laziness and assume him an idiot.

You’d be wrong, but you could take it that way all the same.

“‘Sides, y’kinda stop findin’ things to be scared of, ‘ventually. Threat of a bullet’s scary the first time, hundredth time y’jus’ kinda go ‘Oh quitcher bitchin’, if you was gonna shoot me to my face you’da already done it’, y’know?” He pauses, looking guilty for a moment. “Aheh, not that I oughta be talkin’ like that ‘round a darlin’ like you. My pa’d tan my hide.”

"Then again, yer the one who started ‘bout bodies in the walls, s’pose I got a bit’a leeway, huh?" He grins, that lazy, broad grin of ‘I think I know more than I think you think I know’, or more succinctly ‘I’m a smug idiot’. It’s a well-practiced look, it belongs. "Y’got a name, darlin’, or ‘m I s’posed to keep thinkin’ of you as jùn dúshūrén?”

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problematicwonder:

               Her gaze flicks up from the book
               in her lap — something about
               advanced particle physics.
               Elementary.
               She’s only barely paying attention
               to it — and stares at the newcomer
               from underneath her lashes. She
               may or may not be trying to set them
               on fire with her mind.

               “Captain’s not here,” she says flatly
               before switching to a playful lilt,
               “Probably shouldn’t wait around for
               him either. So if you’re looking to
               join the crew, you’ll have to stow away.”

He pauses, at the commentary.

Human, today. Bored, to boot - restless moods drive new plots, but they don’t do a whole lot until you find one.

Didn’t help Kate wasn’t around - too much time in the last story, too much time wearing a mask.

Well, she had her ways of decompressing, and he had his.

"Well, s’pose that’s one’a the more unique pitches I’ve heard all day. You get many bites with that line, or are the walls mostly empty?"

The remark’s wry, and cheerful, a broad grin attached to it as he reaches up, moving to flick the brim of a hat that’s no longer there.

(It’s been months and he’s still not used to it)

"Still one’a the friendlier hellos I’ve gotten ‘round here. Least y’ain’t shootin’ at me yet."

It might be a bit of a red flag that he’s specifying yet.

Curious. Reblog this if you don’t mind having multiple threads with the same person.

clanked:

yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore

dantestormpaw:

scribblescruff:

Guys, the whole story is on this page, please read it through and consider donating- I really need your help.

I’m facing what might be £400 worth of vet bills for my rescue rat. That’s more than I have in my savings and a lot more than I would dare ask my parents for help with. 

Please- any donation you can make is great, any method of payment, anything as little as £2 or £5 or anything. I would open up commissions but they can only be for very small things like icons or sketches because I’m snowed under with house hunting and work. 

I hate begging, and I normally wouldn’t do this, but this needs to happen, there is no way for me to avoid this cost, and once I pay it, I’m cleaned out of all of the money I have in the whole world. 

If you’re not in a position to donate, please, please pass it on to anyone you know. I’m happy to reply to messages here on tumblr or on the gofundme site about Toffeenose’s status as well.

Thank you so much.

Anyone that can help out here please do, at least with a Signal boost. I know the owner of this rat personally and I know she wouldn’t ask something like this without dire need. She’s a lovely wonderful person with absolutely adorable little rats. I can’t stress enough how important this is.

thatfreakingfennec:

((Just a little flowchart for problem-figuring-out I put together on the fly to help a friend. I figured, hey, it might help other people, I ought to post it, right? Worst case scenario, who checks my blog anyway. :P))

thatfreakingfennec:

((Just a little flowchart for problem-figuring-out I put together on the fly to help a friend. I figured, hey, it might help other people, I ought to post it, right? Worst case scenario, who checks my blog anyway. :P))

((Just a little flowchart for problem-figuring-out I put together on the fly to help a friend. I figured, hey, it might help other people, I ought to post it, right? Worst case scenario, who checks my blog anyway. :P))

((Just a little flowchart for problem-figuring-out I put together on the fly to help a friend. I figured, hey, it might help other people, I ought to post it, right? Worst case scenario, who checks my blog anyway. :P))

Jack Sparrow. Able to do incredible things (never admitting which were accidental or intentional), never really quite understood, able to formulate plans upon plans or just make things up along the way, and despite everyone's best efforts, never really truly dying.
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