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"That blows, bad. Have you tried seeing the…no wait. I think they might help or could help. But no one really likes magic here. So I don’t know. Anyways, if you can’t have anything to eat or drink, would you like to help me feed the horse and that one reindeer?"

"Reindeer can survive in this climate? Well, I guess so. It is getting colder- What were you going to suggest? I don’t mind the idea of…magic, no. If it’ll make me well again and let me live the years out with my husband… That’s good enough for me."

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"Did I? Well that’s a first for me…are you allergic and if so, would you like some water as that’s sort of all I have left, that and some ice tea. Would you like some ice tea?"



"It’s kidney failure, actually. Too many liquids will kill me and I have to watch on my salt. I have to refuse all three. Tragic, isn’t it? I’ll be alright. I can be patient and wait until I get home. I thank you for trying to make me comfortable. That’s far beyond what most will do. Usually only family and friends think to go above and beyond."

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ooc: Tumblr suggested I follow another Archie.

The fuck, tumblr. What are you implying?

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"Because I’m trying out the whole not being rude , bit. So, hungry? Okay. I don’t have a lot but you’re welcome to some cream of mushroom I just made."

"Well you succeeded at not being rude. That was very, very polite and kind. I…I have to refuse you, though. I can’t eat that. It’ll make me very ill. But I do thank you for the offer. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be alright."

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The Lost Boy | Cherise and Peter

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The curse? It had taken his flying away? Flying to Peter was almost like breathing, it was a part of him and now that it got taken away. Well. That made Peter furious. The last time Peter couldn’t fly was before the starstuff came, when he was still an orphan at St. Norberts. He didn’t want to be like that again. He couldn’t be an orphan again. Not flying brought back reality, it was as if life was shoving in his face that he didn’t have parents or a family. That he was just an ordinary boy, and Peter didn’t like that at all. He shook his head. “No. No it’s not the same. It’s not fair.” He stated again, a mixture of sadness and frustration flooding his face as he walked away from her though he still walked in the direction of her house. He wanted to be back on Neverland. Why couldn’t he be? Everything was more simple there. Everything, to him, was better. He didn’t want anything to change. It was true that he did like Cherise, but he loved his home, and he wanted to be back. 



It wasn’t fair. Nothing was very fair in this world. While happy endings slowly came back to prove that life did go on and things would become better, there was still much lost. Families had lost twenty-eight years together. Small joys were things that some people only had. The boy had dreams of doing as he always did. Flying was his joy. Now it was gone.

"No, you’re right. It’s not the same. Almost, but not quite. Speed is not freedom… Speed is just…forgetting that you can’t fly." Cherise skipped in her steps to try and catch up to Peter.

Their homes were gone. This was home now. There wasn’t a question to getting back, but a question of how to better adjust as the years went on. Cherise kept her head lowered as she kept an eye on the boy. “I’m sorry, Peter. We’re all so very far away from where we started.”

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Slightly Used Parts | @atoughlittleguy

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"I think I did!" Crutchie looked up into the sky, trying to remember. "I know I hadn’t had a bed that day," he remarked, starting to piece together the details of his story. "So I was sleepin’ on the streets. It was near Regina’s castle, too…" he gave an involuntary shudder. "An’ then I went to the office to see if any messages were there, and….I saw Wiesel, I remember that. He was the guy who gave us the messages to deliver," he added so Cherise would know. He didn’t remember getting beat up that day, which was good in itself. No, that morning had passed without a hitch. Now he remembered—it was when he got to the Forest that he had come across some problems.

"I got lost," he continued. "That was it, I got lost in the Forest tryin’ to find your fairies. But I mut’ve found you, or else I never would’ve remembered meetin’ you…but I definitely remember that. I…don’t remember what the message was. Sorry. Maybe it’s all this homework," he joked. "Makin’ me forget."

Cherise searched the nooks and crannies of her mind in a desperate attempt to conjure up the fragmented images of the past. Her eyes continued to search Crutchie while she tried to think of the time she would have rather forgot. It was a time of gowns, wings, and dust. It was a time where she was terrorized and made to feel like she was ugly and only being wed to the prince because her voice made her desirable.

"…You heard me sing, didn’t you? I…I don’t remember the message either." But she remembered the yelling that night. She remembered being called stupid and foolish. She remembered being locked in her room with only water to drink that night. With a tiny squeak, Cherise began to rub her forehead. "…I remember a little bit of that day… I…I gave that message to my fiance. Whatever it was, he said I…I couldn’t begin to imagine what I had done and…it wasn’t good. Not that the news was bad. He just didn’t like how I said it and said it sounded stupid coming from me." Explaining the terrible aftermath sent a shudder through her already weary body and caused her to lean against the wall again.

Her eyes softened as they focused on Crutchie. Cherise’s lips curled into a morose smile. She had lived in a palace as a caged bird and there had been a homeless boy delivering a message. It seemed unfair. At least he could have eaten and been warm. “Homework and having a place to sleep is a little bit better than the wars or being murdered by Regina’s Army… or that wretched king. Right?” Her voice raised an octave, imploring Crutchie to confirm these hopes rather than have them dashed. “N-no evil stepparents, right?”

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"Sometimes, I like to ask what people are doing here. But right now, all I want to know is…..are you hungry?"

"I haven’t eaten, no. Why aren’t you going to ask me what I’m doing here?"

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ooc: Hey. I had a very bad day. A very bad pain day. A very bad mental day. I’ll start on drafts shortly. I will likely be very slow in responses because of the pain.

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Yeah, I guess. It still makes me upset though. Like. Why do people have to be so rude? You are an amazing roleplayer and one of the sweetest people on here! You don't deserve that. :( I wish that you get some relief soon. I wish I could do more. :/ -roseanon

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ooc: I guess they see the whole emotional stuff and go buzzard mode. I know I likely have depression but it’s what you think it is. Shit’s complicated…sides nobody reacts the same.

I uhm. I thank you for the compliment. I don’t know what to do with compliments so I can only thank you, RA. There’s no real relief I can ever feel. I just have to sleep and hope it works. :(

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death-through-design replied to your post:Well you do suck.

Hey back off anon before I shove your misunderstanding through your nose back into your tiny brain :D

ooc: I don’t know if it has a brain. Well maybe it does.

It may lack a conscience and a heart cause like… I am in pain and my neurological skills are shitty so I can’t speak too well. What the hell, man. I’m spelling better than I’m talking right now. :B i refuse to skype you and subject you to how bad iam.

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ANON. DON'T YOU EVER DARE COME NEAR MY DEAR JAMIE AGAIN. SERIOUSLY. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. JUST CUZ YOU FEEL BAD DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO PUT SOMEONE ELSE DOWN. JAMIE DOES NOT SUCK AND YOU NEED TO SHUT UP. WE HAVE AN ARMY AND YOU JUST NEED TO STOP. OKAY? SERIOUSLY. HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR PEOPLE. (gah. People are so stupid sometimes >< ) -rosie

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ooc: I might be having a really, really bad moment but that’s not an invitation to swoop in.

I don’t think they do have respect but whatever, right?

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reblog if you’d truly miss me if I deleted.

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Well you do suck.

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ooc: Hi so um. When I am really badly in pain, my mood is sometimes really unpredictable and I get upset. Right now I’m in self loathing and hating everything about me and “you should delete your tumblrs you talentless whore” kind of mood.

I really don’t think I’ll do good posts so I’m just going to lurk.

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((Don't know if you're looking to expand your Thiminy playlist but "Same Old, Same Old" by Civil Wars is something you should def check out))

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ooc: You JUST sent that as I had opened youtube to search for music to fall asleep to. I’ll send that to Archie-mun. THANK YOU. :D

I’m always looking for new music, always! It’s very lovely and not normally a genre I listen to so to win me over, I REALLY have to enjoy it.

i really really like it. <3

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