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Ugh. Fell asleep until now
I replied to ours, but I’m going to bed now! So I’ll if you carry it on, I’ll reply tomorrow!
Okay!
Wanna Come Check Out This Rp?
It literally is amazing. The people are beautiful, the RPing is quality, and it is VERY ACTIVE.
What kind of rp are we talking about?
Supernatural meets Doctor Who meets Sherlock meets Good Omens meets Cabin Pressure.
It can’t get much better than this.
Moriarty needs a Sebastian
Irene needs a Kate
Adam needs a Pepper
There’s a whole bunch of open Supernatural characters.
I NEED A SEBASTIAN MORAN YOU SHI-……..Amazing people.
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Fuck off.
//ooc
I am literally in the verge of tears for Irene right now. I’m too into character lol
I’ll be home in 20
Johns up next correct?At least you don’t have constant Martin Crieff feels, because you are essentially Martin Crieff.
occ: I know those feels, bro.
Anonymous asked: I'm a bit confused Cindy. Why does your blog say Mary? SH
Oh god. You’re with him aren’t you? He called me that too.
“There are three things in the world I really care about, so I’d like to use this time to say goodbye to each. The first is my work. I took care of that last night. The second is this city.”
“What’s the third?”
“John. Surely you don’t need me to tell you that.”
Jesus Christ is it awful that I know the name of the writer and the fic just by those few lines god my heart no fuck ow my soul
I’m sorry… No.
No no no.
I’m not a cisgirl, I’m a girl.
My friend Kate isn’t a transgirl, She’s a girl.
My friend who identifies as neither is my friend.
My friend who identifies as somewhere in between is my friend.
Giving more labels doesn’t tear original labels down. Not giving a fuck about labels tears them down.
Dear god my fangirling.
John goes home covered in “my” blood and Sherlock gets all worried and then it’s not johns blood and he asks who and im shouting “MINE” at the computer
Complicated post:
I roleplay jim moriarty in a… community on tumblr.
I made Jim torture me.
John Watson saved my life.
I was only mentioned and never actually said anything or played as myself in their world, but im fangirling a bit over here.
New favorite quote: I’ve been out of the crazy closet for a long time.
And It’s from my worse half, JM
I think I draw a lot from my inner moriarty
the angry part anyway. I swear if anyone so much as touches Erik without his permission I will go psychopath on their ass.
“And the main course?” Jim asked, raising his eyebrows and popping his gum loudly. He looked her over slowly, studying her and admiring lazily. He met her eyes with a knowing gaze, and tilted his head. “Went well. Good. Very good.”
“We only had dinner, James” Irene said sipping her coffee, watching his eyes.”What makes you think something else happened?”
“Because it’s not like you to simply dine.” he yawned. “I was hoping for something more fun. A better story. Something I could listen to.” he frowned slightly. “Not as much fun, simply dinner.”
