Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
“ Consider getting a divorce?
No we are definitely filing for
one as soon as the office
o p e n s u p. ”
“ …as interesting as it may be for you
Mister Baelish, I have no interest in
being joined in marriage to you. This
was probably the stupidest mistake
I have e v e r made.”
——-; She gently rubbed at her forehead, the thumping seemingly
growing stronger each time that she opened her mouth to
speak. She flashed him a look as she took the cup of black
coffee in her hands, raising it up to her lips and taking a
quick drink from it.
- “I think we should consider filing for divorce.”
- “We could get an annulment.”
- “I’m never drinking again.”
- “So… Which one us is going to be wearing the dress?”
- “How do you feel about a spring wedding?”
- “You can’t propose with an onion ring, idiot.”
- “Will you marry me?”
- “Are you sure you should be wearing white?”
- “You always looked so handsome in a tux…”
- “I caught the bouquet!”
- “How about that dance then?”
- “S/he’s half an hour late… What if s/he doesn’t show?”
- “I’m sorry. I can’t marry you.”
- “I never wanted this.”
- “My last name or yours?”
- “You’re not supposed to see me today!”
- “I know I’m not supposed to… I just really needed to see you.”
- “You look so beautiful.”
- “Where should we go for our honeymoon?”
- “I’ve been dreaming about this day my whole life.”
- “I don’t want a big wedding. I just want you.”
- "S/he said no? I’m so sorry…"
Ransom Riggs, Hollow City
"Tony Stark and Reed Richards use their genius to save the world every other week. That's how they'll be remembered in history. Meanwhile I--I who, forgive me, have just as much to contribute-- will be lucky if my tombstone doesn't simply say, HULK SMASH."
MCU + 616 + EMH
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☢ Familiar with the The Incredible Hulk cartoon from the ‘90’s
☢ Rudimentarily familiar with the ‘70’s era TV show
☢ Open to play as Bruce, Hulk, Joe Fixit, The Professor, Devil!Hulk, Guilt!Hulk, etc
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☢ Trigger Warnings for violence, self-deprecation, suicide, sex, pregnancy, depression, Lou Gehrig’s Disease, Dissociative Identity Disorder, and mentions of child abuse
Whether it’s a short script or a long para, whether it’s been gathering dust for a week or a month or several months, you can always bug me to carry on a thread (especially if it’s my reply which is late).
Honestly, I’m so damned scatterbrained that I will appreciate the reminder immensely.
Johanna shrugs and smirks.
”-–– … A cheesesteak is a breakfast meal.
And I got hashbrowns on the side
instead of fries.”
“ —-; Only c h a m p i o n s like
you have a cheese steak for breakfast
… and maybe people trying to cure a hangover”
“ I’ll stick to my heavily caffeinated drinks and warm toast…
although I have to admit- a little shot of vodka in the
morning might help to lift my spirits once in a while.”
To say the street was crowded was less than accurate. The street was VERY crowded. One might even say extremely so. Not that Sansa minded crowds, of course. She enjoyed getting lost in the faces, something she didn’t often get to do, thanks to her school’s ever watchful eye. The private school was funded by Tywin Lannister, a man who’d taken an excessive interest in her since the death of her father, soon followed by her mother and brother. He insisted on keeping her enrolled and boarded on campus, and where else was there for her to go?
As the pedestrian light ahead changed, Sansa was shoved aside, catching herself against the rough brick wall to her left, but not before scraping the side of her knee with a hiss. “Bloody….Bastard.”
- S h i t -
———; Was the only word that came to her mind as she saw
the thin redheaded girl take a tumble. It looked like the
girl had scraped her knee or something like that from
what appeared to be an agonized look on her face. She bit
the inside of her cheek, wondering for a brief moment if
she should go and help the poor girl.
On any other day Shae would have probably pretended to not
have seen such ‘accidents ’ like this happen. She would calmly
walk on by, pull out her phone and keep walking straight ahead.
Yet, as she looked at the girl she could help but walk over
to where the girl was.
“You alright there? Seems like you took quite a nasty fall.”
She simpyly said, an arm outstretched to help
the girl up from the hard, concrete floor.