#impertinentpunk

[triplevarsity]

List of URLs I have saved if any of my lovely beautiful followed have any need for them because I have this crazy obsession with URLs

Angel ( from btvs/ats ) annericeroutiine, cryptiicguy, broodyiimmortal, deadonia, sotortured, hadabicentennial Cordelia Chase vapiidwhore, canthavelayers, defendingchamp, misshigherpower,  Crowley atemytailor Elijah Mikaelson sentiimentalfool, righteousoriginal, positivelygifted Ethan Rayne worshipchaos Faith Lehane kindashaky, nicerightcross, pluckyfighter, wantedfugiitive, zestyslayer Glory ( from btvs ) bitchdimension, brightestgod Rupert Giles personalitystat, givemeascone, hatebrei, clearlyright, allergictolate Hayley Marshall mommyhybrid Jeremy Gilbert notpocahontas, ghcstwhisperer, pillpusherpunk, impertinentpunk  The Joker totalmegalomaniac Katherine Pierce psychotiicbitch Kevin Ball gotamagicdick Klaus Mikaelson papahybriid, feelingbenevolent, freeofremorse, notalight Lorelei Gilmore prettyspinster Oz ( from btvs ) ataciturnman, ironicdetachmentguy, livinggroupiefree, mrtestscores, withhummas Sara Manning feralmutt Kendra Young personalityremoval, Xander Harris dontspeaklatin, stopwiththehecate, ofzeppo, verynotpathetic Drusilla lovemyinsides Spike justenoughkill, loveagoodslaughter, peroxiidepest, chiiphead Willow Rosenburg droppedanvils, willowycharms, darthrosenburg Stefan Salvatore saidthemartyr, saiintstefan, idonthug, kingofmoderation, dontdopeople, bunnysnacking Alaric Saltzman professorbourbon Bonnie Bennett sensingseattle, judgingagain Caroline Forbes crazyneurotic, goodatcontrol, worseatduplicity, blondefrememy, bitchytwit Elena Gilbert compassionsouled,  Kelly Donovan vodkathankgod Matt Donovan captainresponsible Rebekah Mikaelson morallyquestionable Silas ( from tvd ) stefanganger, preversejoy Haley James ( from oth ) almanacgirl Meredith Grey ( from Grey’s Anatomy ) lustyintern, goodgrey Alex Karev ( from Grey’s Anatomy ) cptvaginasquad, mcdoucheface, drdouchegace Izzy Stevens ( from Grey’s Anatomy ) staplesoverstitches, doctormodel, cancerwife Faye Chamberlin feelingslinky Jackson Whittemore seekingjuice, haswings Stiles sarcasmdefensed

[oscuroprincipe]

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POURQUOI?!?!!? CE N’EST MOI

[dementedspeedster]

"I'm asking you, because they keep asking--shhweadoptedyou."

"Well, I don’t know why they keep asking about one night stands. Maybe they’re just weird?" 

"No, you didn’t."

[cxriousminds]

"I think your Percy has a dad kink, and your Jason has a horse kink." This all he's observed tbh.

"I would say I'm surprised, but I'm not. Honestly? I'm just worried about them. Also, they're ridiculously gay around one another. I think someone should tell Piper.... My poor sister and her gay boyfriend."

Her Percy. Her Jason.

No, she's disowning them. It's official.

[vivereincubore-blog]

I Need Alcohol. (Or maybe Zeus) - [Closed with ImpertinentPunk]

impertinentpunk

"Alright, that's enough for now," Nico says, waves the staring children away from the crater in the dirt. "Good grief. If Percy or Jason stuck themselves in a hole again, I'm just leaving them there," Nico muttered, scowled at the ground.

"You alive down there?" He asks the unmoving body, before shrugging. "I'm going to bring you up, okay?" Nico pushes his hands down, makes earth swell up, lifting the teenager's body up to a better height.

"Gods damn it - Percy?" Nico's baffled expression made him blink. Whoa. This was not Percy. He didn't look anything like this.

[xmpulse-blog]

“What did you do?”

4. Your muse finds photographs/pictures of one of my muse’s deceased loved ones.

He's still not used to Percy.  But if this is the closest things to friends that they are, sort of, and well, friends are a commodity Bart likes to keep.  Doesn't mean he likes it when people are digging through his things--and especially not his sketchbook.

"--Well, you're the one who went through that."  Bart replies, voice a bit tight as he pulls the book back, and quickly closes the picture of his mother.  It's a messy thing--all pencil marks and scratches, and it's not even a good picture of Meloni.  There's obvious gore and injuries in the picture and-- ( and Bart wasn't in a good spot when he drew it. )

"It's a picture of my mother.  Why don't you ask before going through people's stuff?"

[impulsivelybartallen]

impertinentpunk;

One minute Percy was standing, and zipping up his jacket. The next moment he felt something tackle him, and suddenly became best friends with the floor. "Holy shit—-!"

     Bart moved immediately the second they hit the ground ( some could say he was moving before that ) and seated himself on Percy's torso. There's a moment of reprieve for the demigod's sake--since they've become well acquainted with the floor without so much as a greeting from Bart. He hovers over Percy with wide-eyes and blurts out a quick 

                                                                                        "Sorry--"

     That's immediately followed by,                                                          "Hi, it's me."

[drew-a-tanaka]

"So--- about your surprise," he started, "How does going to Atlantis sound like?"

"Shut up!" Drew said dropping her lipgloss as she turned around and looked at Percy her mouth wide open. "Are you serious, the lost city?!" Screaming she ran over to him and jumped on him. "Holy shit, holy shit! What should I pack?"

impertinentpunk

[praext]

impertinentpunk

      " I got into an accident. "

[titanslayer]

impertinentloyalty replied to your post

SEE!!!

              we need to do something. 

[dementedspeedster]

"You know if you need to get drunk, I have some pretty awesome shit--- wait, why they asking about me? DotheyknowI'mdatingyourmom?"

"Really? I will be sure to ask you about that some time."

"Honestly, why are you asking me—  He’snotmymom!"

[cxriousminds]

impertinentpunk replied to your post: Okay but, in revenge for the fallen, P...

silently cheers u all on tbh

good.

[beyond-a-beauty-queen-archive]

impertinentpunk liked this for a starter!

"You're looking smug--what did you do this time?"

[xmpulse-blog]

"In the face--- a black eye or broken nose should take longer to heal for me," nods.

"Got it!"  And then, in little more than a blur at far too fast, Bart's pulled his fist back and punched Percy, fist landing against--and effectively breaking in a few places--Percy's cheek.

"You good?"

[impulsivelybartallen]

'Lived long enough to become the villain'

Leave ‘Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain !  & impertinentpunk

He’s but a shadow from the future. 

   Pale skin who’s never been graced by the sun’s presence, dim eyes that held no light, a scar bit his upper lip—a warning that will never fade, a warning that held malice for eternity. Freckles dotted his sickly skin; his body was slim, yet build. His body was cat like; long limbs and fingers, delicate, curved muscles, and strong posture. 

       He adorned the armor that once plagued him; sleek black and blue coated his body in strong armor. 

                                         Cold. It’s all cold.                                                     Everything is so c o l d.

          Perhaps his smile is the coldest thing of all. More so than his bony fingers that blurred into a jagged blade. Sharper than the jagged pieces that broke skin. He forces the boy’s chin up, forces him to look Bart in the eye, gives a twisted smile and leans in close. It’s strange how alluring the warmth of another body is, how sad that it seems to be his weakness. 

                                “Don’t address me so casually.”                                                His words seem careful, yet amused. 

                  Someone recognized him already. Bart presses his cheek against the other’s, the false smile painfully stretched out on his face; there’s a blade at the boy’s throat, sharp edges piercing skin and being stained with glimmers of red. There’s no care for his new hostage ( a temporary one ). He can feel the throat under him working to find words, so close to finding some sort of response, his mouth opens and that’s when the blade tears through the boy’s throat with such little effort—and the only sound that comes through clear is a choked cry of agony and a fumbling of hands. 

       Bart laughs—a strangled sound at best; he holds the source of warmth close as red stains his armor. 

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impertinentpunk:

Slides over, grabs Jake, dips him, and smooches that boyfriend of his. "Happy Valentines day--"

" Shut up. " and kiss me.