#tobewhoimnot

[warwidowed-a]

Julia: Well I made you a friendship bracelet.

Nick: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Julia: You don’t have to wear it.

Nick: No, I’m gonna wear it. Forever. Back off.

[biggestcon-blog]

          even growing up on the streets of petersburg, dmitry can’t recall anything that makes him more uncomfortable than fancy dinners or parties  --  no matter how private.  he’s no longer as poor as he once was, of course, but in these situations, he always feels somehow like the outlier.  ( feels like?  no, dima, you are the outlier, make no mistake, you don’t belong here, understand? )  to meet any of the remaining members of anya’s family only adds to that stress exponentially, and at the moment, he’s feeling close to paralysis, watching it all as if he’s on the opposite side of glass  --  at least for now.

          ❛   I need a drink,   ❜   he mumbles quietly.

@tobewhoimnot (tatya)   //   sc.

[dreamedwithin-blog]

( @tobewhoimnot : GALE) 

       “...hawthorne.” SOLDIER UNDERSEE is a new title, one to lose herself in, throw herself into the training like it doesn’t matter, doesn’t hurt, like her parents didn’t die, like their screams don’t echo in her ears. “what do you want?” 

     no use with a bow, but she’s good with a gun, they’ve given her a uniform, despite the burning she’s still pretty, still the former-mayor’s daughter. there’s value in her face, the still-achine burns (they don’t want her to  roll down that sleeve, leave the burn upon her arm in sight, pull her hair up, show her neck).  “if you’ve come to tell me not to go, it’s a fight you’re going to lose.”

[truebelieved-blog]

“I got your back.” ( emma )

                          ❛   and  i�� have  yours.   ❜      a  sigh  is  drawn from  exhaling   lips  ,  clear  exhaustion  setting  into  slumping  shoulders.     the  practice   sword  in  hand  falls  and  if  not  for  the  soft  grass  would  send  a  shiver  down  spine.     ❛   i’m  almost  an  adult  now.     i  thought  i  could  help  you  out  sometimes  when  something  sneaks  in  from  the  enchanted  forest.   ❜

[poisondivy-a]

❛   you really think you can just walk out of here and leave me ?    ❜  she wants to add mother to that --- but she doesn’t . shes mostly concerned about having to face the wrath of their mother alone .    ❛   how great is this will anyway  ?  what could possibly be worth running away with him   ❜ 

@tobewhoimnot     sc.  ---- closed . 

[nathaniisms-blog]

tobewhoimnot: Kill. Omelia. Now.

grey’s admit they mismatched two characters so badly they can’t redeem them without dumb tumor sls that make zero sense? pls let’s not get ahead of ourselves. 

[bulletforged]

tobewhoimnot replied to your post: " Let me see " ( have some stern amy )

Awww, he’s v cute but she’s the doctor here =)

well even if his head-of-neuro girlfriend says he has a concussion he’s gonna deny it and keep himself busy just to prove how absolutely 1000% fine he is. until it backfires. then he’s gonna use the injury as an excuse to whine until she gets sick of him complaining and lets him use her lap as a pillow for nap time. then he’ll be the lucky guy who gets to be cosy with a nice pretty lady who’s gonna stroke his hair and tell him he’s handsome and he can use that to prove that he’s better and luckier than any other guy he meets for the next month. it’s a great plan.

[multamusae-archive-blog]

claire’s sc. –– @tobewhoimnot

     “Hey. Are you...okay?” Stupid question, if the rumors are true. But it’s not something Claire’s just going to bombard Amelia with, especially if 1. they’re not true and 2. she doesn’t want to talk about it if they are. 

[dreadfamed-a]

💕 ( gen >.> )

             Send 💕 for good night/morning kiss.

            Klaus never tarried long beside another in the dark hours of the night. The softness of a bed, the warmth of another’s form beside him… these things were rather oppressive than comforting. Even on the best of nights, restlessness and flighty thoughts drove him up. Up and into the darkness, on occasion: the city’s quiet nighttime hours were more home than anywhere else. At other times, his studio was far enough, paints and canvas a refuge from worry.  It was there she might find him when the sun had returned and she awoke to find him absent. 

            Barefoot steps alerted him to her approach long before she stood at his side, affording him enough time to cover his current project. Somehow, he was loathe to grant her such access to his inner thoughts, those emotions he could not name and did not know how to feel but which he feared must work their way into his art when impulse prevailed over intellect. He did not trust, after all. Both had things they desired of the other, affording them an uneasy ( if enjoyable ) truce. Truces only went so far.

            He anticipated a protest. Playful perhaps. Hurt ( or of feigned hurt ) perhaps. In some way, indignation that he concealed it from her. Klaus found himself in no mood for such games, however. Canvas covered and brush surrendered to cleansing solvent, he turned to face her. A step toward her, and to preempt whatever words she might speak, he reached a hand around the back of her neck, drawing her toward him and into a kiss. To call it a “good morning kiss” might be to name the mask rather than what lay beneath, but perhaps it might serve both purposes.

        // @tobewhoimnot :: genevieve  ||  meme.

[proudstcr-gone-blog]

Personally, I’ve been trying to find info on Blair and his First Nations background for some months now and all I can tell you is that he’s been regularly playing First Nation characters and Switched at Birth went out of their way to make his character part First Nations.

( hope you don’t mind me posting this, i just want it on my blog to come back to D: )

But this has been what I’ve been finding while searching for hard facts as well, while I haven’t managed to find quotes from Redford himself, some producers and writers have stated that the characters he’s been playing have been First Nation or have Native ancestry and that they hadn’t originally been looking for Native actors to play them etcetc so it’s just still unconfirmed and uncertain of is he or isn’t he :///

but thank you for the message!!

[handofhonor]

Unicorn: Tag someone who is So Good, So Pure™ Mermaid: Tag someone who is a positive influence on you. Bigfoot: Tag someone who seems bigger than life Dragon: Tag someone who you see as really dedicated to their muse.

October Positivity Meme

Unicorn: Tag someone who is So Good, So Pure™ 

@worshipsonlydeath is someone who is just adorable and always such a light on the dash. While she’s busy with school and life, she always takes the time to dedicate herself to her blog and Arya. She loves Arya, she loves everything about her and it’s so evident. Not only that, but she’s adorable as well. She’s someone who always manages to know how to put a smile on my face and make me laugh. Mitchi is just adorable

Mermaid: Tag someone who is a positive influence on you

@raidstombs​ was one of the first people to come to mind for this. Ash is such a great presence on the dash & she tends to always be willing to help people as well. I know there’s been many times when I’ve gone to her with questions about lesson plans and she’s been super helpful. She’s such a delight to see everywhere and I’m so glad that I decided to follow her c:

Bigfoot: Tag someone who seems bigger than life

Good lord I don’t know how @wildmoored​ does it. Especially when she was in school. She’s always doing things to help others, always pressing herself to be better and further her knowledge and depth of Godric/Garrett. I know she’s busy with things, life and work, and just being herself. Holly is such a positive influence on the dash and myself and I don’t know what I’d do without her c:

Dragon: Tag someone who you see as really dedicated to their muse.

I know that my first thought was @maidofwinter / @tobewhoimnot bc of the amount of time they dedicate to her muses. Both on her multi and on Sansa. It amazes me how much she loves her muses and how much time she dedicates to them. She’s constantly throwing out headcanons, talking about her muses, and everything else involved. It’s clear that she loves her characters with all the time she puts into them. 

[biggestcon-blog]

❝ this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose. ❞ ( anya, have a nice one also )

               the smell of coffee in the pot just barely manages to sober him after the intoxication of her words, the way they briefly make him feel as though his feet no longer touch the ground  –  though he’d never admit it aloud.  she’d made her decision, he knew, she’d made her decision months ago, but sometimes she seems to be able to detect the slightest amount of doubt in his voice when he speaks of certain things.  after all, who would give up a fortune for a street rat?

          perhaps the same sort of person who would give up a fortune for the love of a princess, however convinced he’d been that it was unrequited, he supposed.  this time, in the wake of her words, that thought actually gave him some comfort.

          dmitry had never been good with words, at least not when they related to his own emotions, but he understands actions well enough and now seems like the moment to draw her close into the fold of his arms, to pull her against him, to bury his face in her sweetly-scented hair and breathe her in.  she creeps into his every sense as he does so and he feels pleasantly lightheaded with the very feel of her in his arms.  he never could have imagined the sensation when the first arrived in paris, when the closest he felt he could ever get was simply the yearning for her, a feeling he didn’t even recognize for what it was at first.

          he pulls apart, just enough to lean down and kiss her, slowly and sweetly, savoring the warmth and the taste of her the way he always does.  ( dima refuses to take any touch, any kiss, for granted, not when there was a time, however brief, when he imagined he would never see her again. )  words fail him for the moment, but it doesn’t matter with her lips against his and his hands pressed tenderly against the soft plain of her back.  never once in his life had he imagined he would ever love anybody the way he loves her.

          it’s only when he finally pulls away that he manages to speak, only briefly.   ❛   you won’t, anya.  ever.   ❜

[dreamedwithin-blog]

( @tobewhoimnot : MAMA ARGENT!) 

     her hair’s still damp as she steps inside, slides the front door shut as quietly as she can (but FAILS - - it squeaks on its hinges and she winces, hears footsteps approaching - - please let it be dad, please let it be dad, please let it be...-), “mom!”  sheepish smile, she tucks locks of dark damp hair behind her ear, looks up at her mother with big, dark doe’s eyes. “i know, i know, i’m late - - i’m sorry! i should have called, i just, i...um, i got a little...held up. on the way back.” (won’t mention the dog yet, the stop at the vet, won’t mention the boy with sweet dark eyes). “you’re not mad...are you?” 

[warwidowed-a]

“Okay, no more cider for you.” ( from nick )

                   ❝  noooo. .   no  no  no nooo. . .  ❞  julia  shuffles  after  nick,  arm  still  outreached  for  her  glass  that  he  held  high  enough  for  her  to  be  unable  to  reach.  ❝  c’mon  nick,  shouldn’t  you  be  plucking  glasses  out  of  davy’s  hands  instead  of  mine  ?       i-i’m  fine.  ❞  though,  her  words  lose  their  meaning  the  more  she  sways  back  &  forth  in  her  heels.

cut julia off please  /  accepting  !

[honeyedrage]

tobewhoimnot replied to your post: "#that was already a tag why do i feel it was also...

IT’S A GREAT SHOW, EVERYONE SHOULD LOVE IT!!

it’s  so  amazing  i’m  still ??  super  in  love  with  it  IT’S  JUST  GREAT  AND  SAME  YES.

[nathaniisms-blog]

@tobewhoimnot || starter call 

               For a moment, the pit was quiet. A doomed thought given that he was certain a rush of patients was going to come through for even daring to think such things. Eyes cast on the file, entering the last of the information before setting it down, glancing up to see Amelia. He vaguely heard about her and Owen, but thought better than to ask. Didn’t really want to broach the topic of Meredith either. Not with everything falling the way it had. “I didn’t expect to see you around here. Tumor and all.” Of course, he wasn’t all that caught up.