Send my muse “It’s quiet out there” for their reaction to being stuck in the middle of an apocalypse with your muse.


Bonus points if the apocalypse is specified (as other than a zombie apocalypse)

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Vincent valentine, sass master.

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My character is extremely sick, with a high fever and coughing up a storm. How does yours take care of them?
Zack:"Cloud you're effing depressing."
Cloud:"No I'm not. I'm really quite sunshine and rainbows..."
Zack:"I love your dry sense of humor."




friendly reminder that giving smokers shit is the same as fat shaming (◡‿◡✿)

friendly reminder that second-hand smoking damages the people around you by making them inhale carbon monoxide and carcinogenic chemical compounds linked to diseases such as lung cancer and childhood leukaemia and can cause pregnant women to lose their baby whereas second-hand eating isn’t even a thing (◡‿◡✿)

reblogging for the second friendly reminder

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There are a thousand other rp blogs for the canon character I play. So what do you like about MINE?



You better fucking reblog this guys


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((this needed to be reblogged))

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if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.


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if tumblr hasn’t made you question your sexuality at least once you probably haven’t been on long enough

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well, this puts everything in a new perspective.

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