#warmerthanithought

[southernsideburns-archive]

warmerthanithought replied to your post:Hanzula.

fcuck

oops i made myself sad

[maybelleteas]

Frozen Actor!AU: After they film the Kristanna kiss, Elsa teases Kristoff because it was so convincing and are you sure you aren't secretly in love with Anna? And he rolls his eyes and kisses her because it's called acting, calm down. (He and Anna are pretty good friends though.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAH CUTE CUTE CUTE

AND THEN KRISTOFF KISSES ELSA BC THEY’RE BANGIN

[amanwillingtofight]

Rule 1: Post the rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their posts, then make 10 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 10 people and link them in your post. Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.

New Questions

What do you think you sometimes get a bit pretentious about? Honestly? I think sometimes I can get pretentious about roleplaying. I mean, I really try my best not to but I have certain standards that I like to be met when following/interacting with people. And if I get too annoyed it ends with me unfollowing. So. Yeah.

Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi. All da way.

What movie do you own that you’re not quite sure why you have it but you do? SHREK THE THIRD WHY DO WE OWN THIS LIKE. WHAT.

Do you work or go to school? Tomorrow is my first day as a full time college student excuse me I need to cry about this

Do you get road rage? (Back-seat driver road rage can count). Ehhhh, not really. I get more scared of crazy drivers than anything.

What do you do when you just have no inspiration for replies? It depends. If I really want to get them done anyways I put on either my Maroon 5 or my Mumford and Sons playlists and power through them anyways, regardless of whether or not they're shit because at least I'm replying. If I have no motivation to do anything, I just dick around on the dash and watch tv shows.

What’s your favorite trope? idk like "Hot bad boys with tragic backstories" maybe? Or something. I don't fucking understand tropes.

Is there anything you enjoy doing that most people complain about? Oh man I had an answer for this when I read the questions the other day but now I forgot and I. Oops.

What is one thing you wish you could cook? I don't like cooking very much, it bores me and I feel like I put so much effort in for 15 minutes of eating time. WAS IT WORTH IT? NO.

Would you play Jumanji? No. Fuck no. Never. I am not meant to die so young.

My questions:

Do you enjoy dressing up (formals, suits, etc)?

Do you enjoy more fiction books or non-fiction?

Dogs or cats?

Given the opportunity, would you want to find out who your true love is?

Are you closer with your mom or your dad?

What is one event you would like to erase from your past?

Have you ever seen Gilmore Girls? If so, who is your favorite male and female character?

Favorite season?

Dream career?

What are your thoughts on snakes/lizards?

[rangifercanis-blog]

VOICE

If I get 10 "voice"s, I (the mun) will record myself voice acting the character I roleplay.

1 / 1O

[ oh god no... no one wants to hear my ugly voice. eep. ]

[fetchinglyfreckled]

warmerthanithought replied to your audio post “I wanted to test out my new mic so whoops I accidentally uploaded this...”

OMG CUTIEEE

Thank you! (✿◠‿◠) You're such a sweetheart xoxoxo

[anddaddytheytookmyboot]

Actual, real live people || Jane and Anna

The toddler, swathed in layer upon layer of wool and soft linen, made her way unsteadily through the drifts in Victoria Park: not that she recognized her favorite play place under its (albeit somewhat trampled) blanket of snow.  What snow was left untouched by passers-by, that is, the snow off of the paths, reached almost to the little girl's waist; yet she plowed single-mindedly through the thick white stuff, a massive pinecone clenched between small mittened hands.  Peering up at the grey winter sky, she recognized the woman's silhouette - slender smile and small nose - and reached out to grab her leg.

"Oh-oh," said Hermia, realizing too late that the woman was, in fact, not Mummy.  Her lower lip began to wobble and her eyes watered.  It was at just that moment that Jane galloped up behind her.

"I'm so sorry!" singsonged Jane apologetically, scooping up her daughter and smiling at the other woman.  "She's just getting the hang of her legs and I've got to run after her, isn't that right, Hermia?"

Hermia stared at the other woman, handing the pinecone to Jane almost absently.

[reindeerxking-blog]

warmerthanithought replied to your post:((Guys, I know I’ve been absent but… it’s almost...

fucKK

((HAHAHAHAHAHA 

[amanwillingtofight]

warmerthanithought replied to your post:[[MOR]((Oh man, wow. Okay. I haven’t actually...

Why are u guys awake i literally just woke up for school

((I'm not in school yet. I'm trying to make the most of my last week of freedom by soBBING GROSSLY OVER MOVIES DON'T LOOK AT ME I'M AN EMOTIONAL MESS.

[arulerdidappear]

warmerthanithought replied to your post:out of ice; I just wended my way through #late...

h-help

she says, as if she wasn't the dirty enabler in the first place omg

southernsideburns replied to your post:out of ice; I just wended my way through #late...

wtf am i reading i’m dying

it gets better when u rmr these are pre-trailer

there's a petition for a late night w hans AU going around

[amanwillingtofight]

ACCENT

7/10

[reindeerxking-blog]

We finish each other's -

sandwiches

                ☼ "Er — sentences?"

[arulerdidappear]

Her mouth fell open slightly in surprise before resolving itself into a warm smile.  Just for me?  Of course, that wasn't exactly what Elsa meant when she'd teased, or tried to tease, her sister about proper etiquette.  Elsa was sure Anna - exuberant, romping Anna - must chafe at having to curb her walk and lower her voice, but then again who was Elsa to speak for a sister she was only just getting to know all over again?  She was at a loss for how to articulate this, any of this, to Anna.

So instead, Elsa let her shoulders slump.  She let out her breath in a whoosh.  She lifted her eyebrows conspiratorially at Anna.  "I thought controlling my powers was hard enough before," Elsa said, as lightly as if it weren't really a serious comparison to make, "but now I have a whole new kind of power to learn to handle.  I don't..." she paused, and pursed her lips, unsure how to go on.  Sometimes her nightly experiments with ice and snow drained the anxiety from the young queen; sometimes they, coupled with lessons on statecraft and diplomacy and policy, made Elsa want to flee to the safety of her room - or better yet, that deserted mountain.  Everybody expected much from her: doubly so, since her coronation.

The picture of sophisticated grace || Anna and Elsa

"I’ll ignore his rules, just for you Elsa," Anna stated determinedly, her smile curving upward playfully. It wasn’t as if she followed them closely before, anyway.

She straightened as well, watching her sister in her eagerness to emulate her. Anna thought it might please Elsa to see her behaving so refined, like a princess ought to, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe she’d like to see her just being… Anna. The princess bit her bottom lip and held back the urge to jump on the queen and hold her and feel the love she had missed out on for years. Kristoff wasn’t the only one desperate for healing hugs.

"How are your queenly duties going, by the way?" she asked, suddenly curious.

[arulerdidappear]

"Elsa!" She cleared her throat and, smiling knowingly, modified her voice to what she thought a sophisticated woman sounded like. A sophisticated woman like her sister. "I mean - good afternoon, Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

Out of old habit, Elsa lifted a hand to her mouth to hide her smile, but she still wasn’t used to the brush of bare fingers against her face.  Anyway, her hand couldn’t muffle the young queen’s giggle, gloves or no gloves.  ”Good afternoon, Princess Anna,” she intoned, squaring her shoulders and tilting her chin up ever so slightly.  ”I take it our etiquette tutor has also visited you today.”  Elsa couldn’t be sure, not yet, but she thought only the injunction of such a fussy little man could have reminded her little sister to be so…restrained.

It didn’t seem to suit her.

"As your Queen," Elsa added, trying to sound just as dignified as before, "I give you permission to ignore his rules when you feel like it.  Except on state occasions," she added quickly, her tone softening.  "Please don’t be formal with me."