goodbishop replied to your post: goodbishop replied to your post: FUERYLICIOUS IN…

Gladly, if the insanity on my dash ever calms down. I’m still scratching my head over what the hell just happened.

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goodbishop replied to your post: FUERYLICIOUS IN THE HOUSE.

WB!

COME PLAY WITH ME.

FUERYLICIOUS IN THE HOUSE.

I’M BACK BITCHES.

Hey I just got back.

And this is crazy.

But here’s my ask box

So RP with me, maybe?

goodbishop replied to your post: ((So I’ve um…been missing. Sorry.))

Come baaaaaack

((But I work all the time and when this blog or any other starts to feel like an obligation rather than something fun and wonderful- when it starts to feel like work - maybe it’s time for a break.))

((So I’ve um…been missing. Sorry.))

((But it’s not something that’s likely to change.

/shrug))

almostepic:

fueryustechie replied to your post: Ughhhh there’s laggggg- I need to find a better…

HAWKEYE. HAWKEYE. HAWKEYE.

HAWKEYE HAWKEYE HAWKEYE

“Oh I’m falling off a building? ndb lemme just flex my sexy ass muscles and shoot some exploding arrows it’s all good.” Ugh I need him. Right now.

althoughidobelievei’dsellmysoulfortonystarkjesuschrist

XD

HE’S THE BESTEST.

pugletto:

I am the worst person.

(Source: riza-rp)

A key is needed.

riza-hawkeye-rp:

Riza Hawkeye was adept with quietness and its subtle shades. The intention of silence was just as important, if not more so, than the intention of speech. So as she sat beside him, she allowed the silence to hang between them with warmth and understanding. A message that she was listening and- more importantly- hearing.

Without judgement, of course; although he should have known by now that she was never one to judge. Given how stained her hands were, it took far more than matters of the heart to push her to condemn.

“Confusion is human,” she finally reminded him firmly, tone calm and measured. “And if you were presented with something you couldn’t deal with, then confusion is expected.”

Her fingers lay gently on Hayate’s head, as if he was the connection between herself and Kain. “And it sounds like she hurt you as well. No one is perfect. No one should be.” Her gaze flickered to the mug and then back to him, and in a gently chiding tone she murmured, “Drink.”

The tea wasn’t for show, after all. The warmth and touch of sugar was grounding. You couln’t tackle your problems without substance in your body. Even a meager fuel was fuel. 

He glanced up at her and then down at the mug and took a deep, grounding breath. He lifted the stoneware vessel to his lips and  gulped the entire glass at once, feeling the liquid slide down his throat, now tepid and pale-tasting. Fuery’s hands shook but still he swallowed, the tea leaving a tang of failure behind, a layer of pain that tasted of sorrow and regret and words left unsaid.

“Sorry,” he whispered, lowering the mug to the coffee table. He shouldn’t have burdened her with this, shouldn’t have come here- he could have sent her a telegram, or gone to stay with Breda.

“I should go,” he continued, rubbing a small hand across his wrinkled forehead before trying to stand.

(Source: fueryustechie)

PABU IS AMON. CALLING IT.

librariesareforlovers:

source:.

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god bless us, every one.

diginandstrike:

fueryustechie:

Step 3 involves being captured by Equalists and then saved by the love interest of everyone with a tumblr 

Step 3 involves getting into cars with shady men for money

Step 3 involves lots and lots of dumplings. Pabu’s a growing boy, after all!

Step 3 is as yet undefined.

[[ STEP THREE BE NOT SPOKEN OF AS OF THIS POINT IN TIME ]]

((WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE STEP THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED.))