What fucking happened...
Best type of character causes at least 50% of their own problems and then cries about it
The man looked like the picture of desperation – that was the first thing that came to mind. His yellow hair was a wild mess, his gaunt face unshaven. The most striking of all, though, were his eyes – piercingly blue, wide open, bloodshot and bruised. Like he hadn’t slept in a while, too focused on his mission. Like he had lost something, and would not rest until he found it.
Another drinking game idea for Midnight Sun - every time Edward calls Bella either "soft" or "warm", take a shot
pick one you bald genderless idiot
Well fucks? Get to it!
Repost and reblog to get the word out!
DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.
SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST
"No one wants to see art of ocs" If I dont see art of peoples ocs at least once a day I DIE. Do you want that to happen? Do you want me to DIE? Draw your ocs.
Because men 'can defend themselves'.
A sick fuking statment.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
Not only you my friend... we all cried...
And I started crying