#BLACKPINK heart enamel pin :) https://amzn.to/2X6iVjc

My playlist is a Russian roulette because some songs just give me Feelings and AA

polygon: we’re gonna keep doing awful squad just with a different game! gill and gilbert will be back soon! we’re gonna stream more!

me, after like a year of waiting with nothing to come of it:

        Yes, I am on an Eternal Love / Eternal Love in Dream kick, and I’m sorry to my followers for this. 

h I im bac k

oops! i guess we have some news

i Fo un d p rett y roc ks

OK I am eating mcdonalds now. humanity restored

🔪

aziraphale: MMGENTLEMAN, what if we were to perform an UNHOLY ACT at the hour of midnight - ahahaha, i joke…. BUT ON THE CONTRARY-

9-pack eggplant emoji stickers :) https://www.redbubble.com/people/fill14sketchboo/works/23860120-eggplant-emoji?p=sticker

{ manager speaking,
 y-you … you’re so freaking adorable, i want to cry … i will have a good night – ! make sure you have a lovely weekend, cutie !! }

(3castles)

_{matching icons for you and your toilet gang} 

Open Starter

Alexander gasped for air as he looked around at the metal machines zooming past and the buildings looming over him, the shadows taunting the nerve wracked young man. Standing up and brushing the dirt and soot that had collected on his coat, Alexander decided that washing the dirt off his face was the least of his worries. What was at the front of his mind was that he wasn’t home anymore, it had never looked like this with the strangely dressed crowds and metal beasts.

Tagging Interested Parties:

@angelsuperwholock

@hellachaotic

@castiel-is-sassy

@shado-the-hunter

(If I’ve forgotten to tag you, and you’d like to reply to this, please do! I promise my inbox and messages are open for a reason)

Hi hi hi. Dash looks asleep. Time to post.
Happy munday. I don’t take selfies anymore really, but here we go.
One stupid nerd.

^:o

Watching Bob’s Burger || S3E21 :)

@galethei​ - rp starters: concern { accepting }

"let me clean your wounds..."

The elvhen scout glanced over her shoulder, clutching her shirt tighter up her bare chest as a meager preservation of modesty. Already was there little space for privacy within the surgeon’s encampment, cramped with ailing soldiers strewn across the grounds burnt, shocked and frostbit from a recent ambush by rebel mages. Arasulahn was one of them, and of the more fortunate, she considered. Part of the burn had healed over the journey from the Hinterlands, but what were scorch marks had turned into puffy, milky blisters that mottled her back and threatened to burst. The pain was grueling, but the poor men losing toes and fingers around her kept her humble.

While Chantry sisters scurried to attend to their many patients, Arasulahn sat hunched on a spare bedroll, awaiting the nurse who would supposedly see to her soon. Never did she expect to be locking eyes with, and frankly, baring her boils to the Herald of Andraste.

“At your own risk, my Lady Lavellan,” Arasulahn offered a weary smile, unable to turn for fear that even the slightest twist would lead to a disturbing display of exploding blisters. “Chopping off a few toes might be more appealing than this.”