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god this internet hotspot is the literal worst it’s like being on mobile only on the laptop. no pics and i can barely reblog anything. u r g h

jaclcfrost:

and here’s why i should not draw

jaclcfrost:

and here’s why i should not draw

bettynerdgirl:

“Ugh, you’re so adorable. I want to be friends with you,” I whisper as I like your posts and never speak to you.

towongfoo:

If I dont respond to your insult it means what i wanted to say was too mean and I decided to let you live

“Thank god for Fan Fiction Writers”
Every Fandom Ever (via indefinitely-rad)

gendernewts:

luckyladybutterfly:

When you have to write a little bio about yourself and you just sit there like “who am I”

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gendernewts:

luckyladybutterfly:

When you have to write a little bio about yourself and you just sit there like “who am I”

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spookyjohansson:

*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.

Head canon: Lost ones

sunniefunnie:

Cricket is a lost one from Brom’s The child thief verse of Peter Pan. I’m currently reading this one so a lot of those characters are running around in my brain.

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Considering the all out chaos that had reined the night before when Emma had insisted on putting Pan into the cells in the sheriffs office the calm of that morning had shocked her.  The lost ones had been kicking up a fuss since they’d been brought back on Hook’s ship. The younger ones had cried and kicked out at the nuns who’d come to take them to shelter in the church, the older ones had raged at anyone who’d listen. Screaming for their home, their old lives and to be left alone. Pan had remained silent through it all.  When Emma had hauled him into the station he’d gone quietly and sat in the cell staring at her in silence. She had to admit it un nerved her.
The first to come and see him had been a small girl. She looked no older than eleven but Emma knew that was only physically. No one could guess how long they’d been on Neverland. How many years had passed outside where time marched on. The girl had knelt by the cell door and passed through the bars a carton of milk and pack of cookies telling Pan in a quiet voice how the nice old lady in the food place had given them to her and how nice they were. Pan had thanked her, called her Cricket and she’d smiled happily before leaving, never once looking at Emma.
The second to enter the station was an older boy. He looked street smart and like many of the young teens Emma encountered back in her old life in Boston. He had walked to the cell confidently and swiftly picked the lock letting himself in to sit beside Pan on the small bed. Emma watched him in shock as they spoke quietly for a few minutes before the boy stood, locked the cell behind him and left the station. She watched him walk out before turning back to Pan who just smirked at her and lent back crossing his arms.

-panry:

Peter being mean to a lost boy or something and Henry using his magic to mess with Peter until he apologizes image 

       (tags via -panry)

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