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itsthelesbiana:

Nothing scars you more than the negative shit your own parents tell you.

Okay, sleepy time so I can get up for guARDIANS OF THE GALAXY IN THE MORNING!!! HELL YEAH!!

I also need to get up early enough to put on my starlady cosplay.

the-magical-crawdad:

siriusblaque:

yo but mermaid monster hybrids though

  • vampire mermaids who prey on their own kind — when they get bitten, their scales fall off, their tails turn a slick and fleshy grey, a dorsal fin begins to sprout from their spine, and suddenly there’s six…
7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.
Lust: Something that I find attractive.
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.
Envy: Something I wish I was better at.
Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.
Wrath: Something that gets me angry.
Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

surfshoggoth:

damncommunists:

ocelhira:

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

  1. i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 
  2. most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 
  3. im not a pissbaby

my white friends that have reblogged this give me life

4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP

(This is how it's done here, yes? Send through asks originally?) - (Setup: Party at the Darleston house. You know Annabeth, iirc. She is also a character.) Annabeth Darleston paused beside the drink table to fill her crystal glass with water again. Her throat had gone dry from laughing and talking with guests as she flitted through the party. Taking short, delicate sips, she left the table and paused in the foyer of the mansion, surveying the small clumps of chatting guests. Where to go next?

lilacclorceta:

original-funsizedblondie:

original-funsizedblondie:

(You know what, I’m gonna do some development of Tesla at a fancy dance cause she’ll have to do that later. Annnd I really don’t have any other characters that would fit in a situation as such.But I’m not gonna make her powers be a focal point just her being awkward at a fancy dance where she feels like she doesn’t belong.)
Another young woman walks into the foyer from the opposite side, moving towards Annabeth. The woman seems flustered and knocks herself into Annabeth sending the crystal glass down to shatter on the floor.
“Oh my gods, forgive me.” The woman blurted out, “I am incredibly sorry do you need me to clean this up for you?”
She beings to kneel down and brush the shattered glass into a small pile.

The other woman’s face became a deeper shade of red, her eyes darted down to the mess she made before returning to Annabeth.

She brushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear before responding, “Tesla Kline. But you can call me Tess. I was given a funny look when I told the last person my real name.” Her eyes darted back to the ground, “I’m really sorry that I did that. I am an idiot for not looking where I was going. And I’m sorry I got it on your dress.”

Tesla gave an embarrassed smile before looking back to the mess she made, nervously running her fingers across the skirt of her yellow dress.

Annabeth laughed, “Oh, there’s no need to worry about it, Miss Tesla. It’s only muslin. It will dry and there will be no evidence of any water on it at all. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Laying her hand on Tesla’s arm, she tugged lightly to get her out of the way of two women in black-and-white uniforms who swept in with dusting-cloths in their hands. “Would you like something to drink? Eat? Our cook makes the most delicious little cupcakes. I’m sure you’d enjoy them.” She turned the young woman’s shoulders towards a room directly off the foyer, where a long table lay spread with platters full of small treats. 

A smile spread across Tesla’s face, “I think I will try one or two. I had been hearing they are scrumptious.” She nervously cleared her throat, “And perhaps you could have your water replaced. Given that it had been… well, knocked to the ground and on your dress. I am still terribly sorry about that. I know i should not worry. Oh. Here I go rambling on.” 

She laughed nervously. She always found herself nervously laughing after making herself a fool. However, Tesla took a deep breath before moving over toward the extravagant table with delectable treats set up in a spectacular display. Cupcakes were set up into an elegant display, three cake tiers filled with pastel icing and cupcakes of multiple sizes. Enamored by the display Tesla found herself admiring the icing patterns that ranged from a simple swirl to an elegant array of flowers. She found herself drawn towards a regular sized cupcake adorned with baby blue icing and yellow star sprinkles. She carefully lifted the treat off of the display and gently set it in the center her small plate.

(This is how it's done here, yes? Send through asks originally?) - (Setup: Party at the Darleston house. You know Annabeth, iirc. She is also a character.) Annabeth Darleston paused beside the drink table to fill her crystal glass with water again. Her throat had gone dry from laughing and talking with guests as she flitted through the party. Taking short, delicate sips, she left the table and paused in the foyer of the mansion, surveying the small clumps of chatting guests. Where to go next?

lilacclorceta:

original-funsizedblondie:

(You know what, I’m gonna do some development of Tesla at a fancy dance cause she’ll have to do that later. Annnd I really don’t have any other characters that would fit in a situation as such.But I’m not gonna make her powers be a focal point just her being awkward at a fancy dance where she feels like she doesn’t belong.)
Another young woman walks into the foyer from the opposite side, moving towards Annabeth. The woman seems flustered and knocks herself into Annabeth sending the crystal glass down to shatter on the floor.
“Oh my gods, forgive me.” The woman blurted out, “I am incredibly sorry do you need me to clean this up for you?”
She beings to kneel down and brush the shattered glass into a small pile.

Annabeth blinked down at the young woman, dismayed for a moment at the fact that her pretty new pink dress had gotten wet. The next second she scolded herself for being foolish. It’s just muslin, it’ll dry. ”Oh don’t worry about it,” she said with a bright smile, taking the young woman’s arm to draw her up. “One of the maids will clean it up.” She glanced behind her to a man in a crisp black-and-white suit, “Travis, be a dear and find someone to clean this up,” she told him.

He bowed, “Very good, miss,” and vanished through a door marked with a tan sign reading “Kitchen” in white letters.

Annabeth turned back to the woman and held out a hand to her, “My name is Annabeth, Annabeth Darleston. I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Her cheerful smile still clung to her face. 

The other woman’s face became a deeper shade of red, her eyes darted down to the mess she made before returning to Annabeth.

She brushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear before responding, “Tesla Kline. But you can call me Tess. I was given a funny look when I told the last person my real name.” Her eyes darted back to the ground, “I’m really sorry that I did that. I am an idiot for not looking where I was going. And I’m sorry I got it on your dress.”

Tesla gave an embarrassed smile before looking back to the mess she made, nervously running her fingers across the skirt of her yellow dress.

Reblog if it’s okay to invade your ask box.