saixsmomma sent:

(( nice to see you back, well a girl wanted a fluffy chicken and her mom would get her it if she got 500,000 notes on tumblr, a whole parody went with it but she got the notes, now we're calling the chicken our site mascot.))

//Hullo~

I’m not actually back yet, sorry to disappoint; thank you for explaining <3 

*hands you a cookie*

((You don’t need to read this, it’s not very nice v))

Perhaps this is an unpopular opinion, but I find it whiny and annoying when people say oh, “Reblog this because I want (something, or to prove something, etc)”

That is incredibly stupid.

I would resent that becoming an official thing, but maybe the chicken would do well with its symbolism :/

Aaaaaanyway thank you again ^^;

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Slept in, took a nap, still tired. There’s something wrong with me :/

Gooooood night~

miecroft:

valentine’s day is in 5 days so if you are secretly in love with me i suggest you reveal it now

the-w0lfe:

Doctor Who: A Brief Summary

(Source: retlawdisigny)

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vixen7:

featheredfriend:

charminglyantiquated:

One Halloween my sister stayed home to pass out candy and she told each kid they could take one piece and leave or sing and dance and take a handful. So some did things like twinkle twinkle little star and one or two did a weird little jig thing

and then this one kid went through the entire Bohemian Rhapsody, word-perfect and she just tipped the entire bowl of candy into his bag and locked the door.

Good kid.

Faith in humanity restored. 

marigoldsky:

soulless-minions-of-orthodoxy:

deskgirl:

Guys, you know how we used to have the option of uploading an image, or including an image by way of link? With the update, the camera button now gives us only one choice or the other depending on the post type. Well, Tumblr staff apparently forgot to tell us all that if you place your cursor over the camera, and hold ALT, then it turns into the “insert picture by link” option. You still have both options!

I owe you a life debt

composing-angel:

cloakedxillusionist:

The Schemer chuckled lightly, though mirth did not reach his eyes. “Indeed. But you are not exactly who you seem to be, and I have no intention of asking anyone on the street.” The coat was both useful for protection from darkness and for warmth, but also to help one blend into the shadows while spying… Zexion decided not to correct the arrogant young man; he doubted his words would be heeded.

“While we are all entitled to our own opinions, I should like to amend your words in two places — my hair is not scruffy, thank you very much, nor is it shady; and I have only twice handled a gun, both times with caution and distaste. I doubt you’ll need to worry about that.”

Joshua chuckled in return, however this little bundle of teasing happiness seemed to reach every fiber of his being. He was quite a skilled little douche ball of feigned bliss.

“Well then I could say you don’t have to worry either, however that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Guns are, after all, one of the easiest ways to kill, as even an unskilled hand can destroy the live of another with nothing but a pull of the trigger. So simple,” he shrugged. “But tell me. What is it about firearms that make you dislike them? I know who you work with. Death shouldn’t really be something new to someone in your field.”

“You’re rather nosy, Joshua.” Zexion was tempted to walk away and leave the conversation – while it would be terribly rude, he would be on his way and able to work; but for some reason he doubted the youth would allow his escape so easily.

“Tell me, are you this inquisitive to all others who cross your path?”

agentpheelcoulson:

ifihadarose:

my-ponchoboys:

if you don’t reblog this i will unfollow you

look who didn’t get the point

(Source: staypozitive)

practically-non-existent:

itsoktobemessedup:

bochebelaila:

a-wrecked-child-mind:

liesandonetruth:

lost-prince-of-asguard:

thepiscesactor:

⠀

This lack of notes is disturbing.

Why aren’t there more notes…?

Always reblogging this <3

Well I mean considering. Yeah. So.

It is disgusting when a stronger person abuses a weak person, it is just as horrible no matter the gender of the victim.

I’ve always wondered about this, actually.

composing-angel:

cloakedxillusionist:

“You could be,” Zexion said with a dismissive shrug, “and I could be as well. And it is precisely why I do not know you that I would not remove my coat for you. Stranger danger, as they say to children… Though in our case, I cannot decide who may be more dangerous.”

In an instant, Joshua’s face was the picture of innocence.

“Well, if you asked someone on the street, the obvious answer would be you. I mean, here I am, a young boy with a nice dress shirt, well groomed hair, and a lovely pair of designer jeans….then there’s you with your shady scruffy hair and attention seeking cloak of darkness and mystery that just screams ‘I’m hiding a gun under here, come pull the trigger’. heh heh heh.”

The Schemer chuckled lightly, though mirth did not reach his eyes. “Indeed. But you are not exactly who you seem to be, and I have no intention of asking anyone on the street.” The coat was both useful for protection from darkness and for warmth, but also to help one blend into the shadows while spying… Zexion decided not to correct the arrogant young man; he doubted his words would be heeded.

“While we are all entitled to our own opinions, I should like to amend your words in two places – my hair is not scruffy, thank you very much, nor is it shady; and I have only twice handled a gun, both times with caution and distaste. I doubt you’ll need to worry about that.”

Zexion silently cursed Saix for sending him out to a world ill-suited to the illusionist – it was warm, very warm, as well as forested and inhabited by strange creatures he had not before seen the likes of, leaving him slightly vulnerable to any attack from them. Keeping cloaked in shadow and his footsteps quiet, the Schemer slowly maneuvered through the area, assessing the area (and working to keep bias out of it) and observing from time to time the scents and sounds, to better aid the Organization for when they would send out another member to work here in… Mideel, wasn’t it? Whatever interest the Superior had suddenly gained in it, Zexion did not thank its source, for while he could have been spending the day in the cool basements, sipping tea or reading a novel at his leisure after having finished a mission somewhere less humid, he had to be sent here… 

A sudden rustle in the bushes pricked his ears, and the Schemer turned around, leaving his thoughts. What could that be? It sounded louder than the other things he’d heard regularly…

Uncloaking himself, Zexion stepped out into the light, to investigate if the source was a human – helping one while nigh invisible would not do anything to help him, and erasing memories was a trick he had not yet learned how to do…

 Leaving the safety of the clearing he stood in, Zexion walked to the bushes and peered in, biting back a cry of surprise as a large, insect-looking monster jumped out, accompanied by several others. Tempted to run, or teleport even, Zexion nearly did so until one of them latched onto his leg – quickly, he summoned his Lexicon and began attacking the creature, careful not to hurt himself in the process. What a racket this would cause, he thought with a pained grimace; so much for recon…