#plandfordumbass

[rabidnar-blog]

plandfordumbass replied to your post:Fandom questions: J R W X

SAM/TRISH AND SAM/BELA FOREVER AND EVER AMEN.

[tonnmyshepherd-blog]

plandfordumbass replied to your post: timelessmulder asked:i just want ...

HEY. *most Loki fans are the worst. I’m glorious.

ur alright

[death-threats]

Okay, so my notifications were screwed up and now things are flooding in. Thanks to everyone who replied to that post earlier. I get worried about my writing a lot and tend to underestimate myself. Thank you for making me re-evaluate my ability and making me feel 100 times better about myself. <3

[blueeyestrenchcoat-archive-blog]

@ plan-d-fordumbass

((Considering the fact that no one wants to see my face I beg to differ))

[teslinibeligolub-blog]

I found your Cas blog from creeping SPN roleplayers and was very impressed. You are the first Cas I ever roleplayed with. And you're the one who got me into shipping Crowstiel. Wasn't too sure how I felt about that ship until you helped me to see the light. :)

((You're the reason I got into crowstiel, and actually you're one of the only Crowleys I ship my Cas with. I really love the whole truce they have about what they do when they leave the house.))

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

plan-d-fordumbassreblogged your photo

The Countess held up her goblet of blood wine to him and inclined her head. "Good evening, we share a drink of many."

[rabidnar-blog]

plandfordumbass said: SORRY. I wasn’t about to spoil anything for you. I did warn you that your traumatic deaths weren’t over though.

[tonnmyshepherd-blog]

FINE I'M NOT ANON ANYMORE. BEYONCE OR BUCKY? I DEMAND AN ANSWER.

[death-threats]

plan-d-fordumbass replied to your post “˜… ★ ★ ★ ★”

//you're my senpai too. all your replies and everything... just so beautiful. <3

nopenopenopenooooope.

while that is much appreciated, NOPE. 

[blueeyestrenchcoat-archive-blog]

plan-d-fordumbass replied to your post:((I’ve basically been completely replaced at this...

//I am sure that you haven’t been.

((I have like three or four friends who have decided to pretend they have no idea who I am and a few others who've decided that I hate them and a few others who have chosen other groups over me and I can't deal with it right now because this time of year is hard enough as it is))

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

plan-d-fordumbass replied to your post:ooc; I had a hot delivery guy, but damn if he did...

//and that’s all you need for a perfect night, really. -hugs-

ooc; -Hugs it out and kisses cheek- Don't forget friends and tv shows of slaughter and mayhem.

[rabidnar-blog]

plandfordumbass replied to your post:my inability refusal to sleep is leading to...

I miss late night/early morning walks around campus when I went to college. The entire house would be up if I went downstairs and had to turn the alarm off and go past the dogs to take one now ;_;

I wouldn't have any trouble getting out of the house. I'd have trouble not getting murdered and thrown off the pier. Also, I'd be afraid of the dead seagull on the beach coming back to life and attacking me for invading its privacy and looking down its throat.

[tonnmyshepherd-blog]

plandfordumbass replied to your post:when you’re stupid jealous over something...

man do I know that feel. <3 although you’re preeeeetty much the most Beyonce person ever so idk what you’re jealous about. (see what I did there? I made Beyonce an adjective synonymous for awesome. That should be a thing from now on.)

that's literally the nicest thing anyone's ever said about. 

[silkssongsandchivalry]

[pillow/stuffed animal meme] "Lady Sansa? Are you feeling entirely well?" Crowley wondered if perhaps she was sleepwalking. In any case, it was best for him to escort her back to her chambers at once. He didn't want Joffrey's cruel guards to handle her. "Come with me, love." He looped his arm in her free one, giving a little smile at how tightly she clutched the pillow. It was all too adorable.

My muse wanders into your muse’s room in the middle of the night, barely awake and clutching a pillow or a stuffed animal. send me your muse’s reaction.

She had awoken in a fright, ears ringing as if it were Blackwater once again. No eerie green glow lit her darkened chambers however, and the room carried only the crisp tang of a guttering fire, with none of the sickly sweet perfumes that came with death. The desire remained, however, to flee - it was not until the soft ringing of her name that Sansa registered her poorly fastened robe, the bolster pillow pressed tight against her chest as a feathery shield. “No…no, I do not think I am.” Dreamily, she allowed the smith to take her elbow, padding along softly beside him as their direction was reversed. “But I shall be…I think…”