gravely-everett:
theunhappymedium:
Ooh, kisses on the hand were always so…informative. Whispers of information swam briefly behind her eyes.
superstitiouscleverperhapscriminal
traditionalmoralsrefusestoharm…women?womenwomenyes
She tilted her head slightly and attempted to suppress a grin at such contact, but something of a giggle escaped her. “Call me Remy, please. Rev, if you prefer. I’ve been somewhat out of commission for the past several days; thought it time to stretch my legs.”
He looked up at her, a bit confused by the look in her eyes. It was like a quick little flash of light, and then it was gone, replaced by the normal, easy-going look again. It may as well have never been there, it disappeared so quickly. How very curious. But he smiled nonetheless, straightening up and fixing his collar idly.
“Remy or Rev? Since the offer’s out there, I think I’m going to stick with Rev.” he winked. “Out of commission you said? What is it you do, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Good choice,” Rev commented, smiling. “I’m what people more often than not call a medium, though I’m occasionally also a paranormal investigator and an exorcist. I’ve been called a superhero before, but that name’s never stuck.”
((off to my mom’s for the next 48 hours.
is RPing time so difficult to ask for?
see y’all later, stay classy, like if I owe you!))
gravely-everett:
theunhappymedium:
gravely-everett:
“Evenin’ love.” he nodded in her direction, offering a small smile. “Pleasure to meet you. Everett Graves at your service, Miss…?”
Hi there, Frecklett Graves.
“…Larin. Remy Larin, at my service as well.” She smiled broadly and offered her hand to shake. “Pleasure’s all mine, Mister Graves.”
“Then it’s a pleasure, Miss Larin.” he took her hand and brought it to his mouth, placing a small kiss on her knuckles. “What brings such a sweet dame like yourself around these parts, love?”
Ooh, kisses on the hand were always so…informative. Whispers of information swam briefly behind her eyes.
superstitiouscleverperhapscriminal
traditionalmoralsrefusestoharm…women?womenwomenyes
She tilted her head slightly and attempted to suppress a grin at such contact, but something of a giggle escaped her. “Call me Remy, please. Rev, if you prefer. I’ve been somewhat out of commission for the past several days; thought it time to stretch my legs.”
okaysizedbangtheory:
I remember my elementary school health teacher once told me that 1 out of 3 people who smoke will eventually die.
Apparently the other two become immortal.
I can attest to this.
(via cliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiint)
gravely-everett:
“Evenin’ love.” he nodded in her direction, offering a small smile. “Pleasure to meet you. Everett Graves at your service, Miss…?”
Hi there, Frecklett Graves.
“…Larin. Remy Larin, at my service as well.” She smiled broadly and offered her hand to shake. “Pleasure’s all mine, Mister Graves.”
…I should probably shower.
-sniff-
hohyeah I should shower
What’d I miss?
worldwidejoke:
theunhappymedium:
worldwidejoke:
theunhappymedium:
I tend to ramble when my interest is piqued.
Coffee?
As long as yer payin’.
Of course. And brewing.
-slides a mug over-
Drive that into you.
[Easily catches it.]
Got anything sweet for it?
-blinks-Yes. Yes I do.
White sugar’s what you’ll be wanting, though, statistically.
-points to a canister full of sugar cubes-
worldwidejoke:
theunhappymedium:
I tend to ramble when my interest is piqued.
Coffee?
As long as yer payin’.
Of course. And brewing.
-slides a mug over-
Drive that into you.
worldwidejoke:
theunhappymedium:
worldwidejoke:
theunhappymedium started following you
‘Sup.
The use of casual abbreviations among people under the age of forty.
Better than the people who just ask “ASL?” right off the bat, though. Those I get mad at.
Say hello. Open with a statement. I work hard to contact strangers on the internet. Greet me, motherfucker.
Oh, also. Hello.
…. Huh. You already speak too much, chica.
I tend to ramble when my interest is piqued.
Coffee?
worldwidejoke:
theunhappymedium started following you
‘Sup.
The use of casual abbreviations among people under the age of forty.
Better than the people who just ask “ASL?” right off the bat, though. Those I get mad at.
Say hello. Open with a statement. I work hard to contact strangers on the internet. Greet me, motherfucker.
Oh, also. Hello.
seizure7:
avengers vs. the venture bros
“I have invented a machine that accurately measures DADDY ISSUES.”
Wouldn’t Stark himself break that machine I mean really
I mean oh look some cute art.
(via cliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiint)
![loki-hornedkingofdickery:
jbriner:
creepinitreal:
I need help. I need so much help right now.
I came home from a long day at work with my sister today to find a red sheet of paper taped to the front of my door. We joked and said ‘oh looks like we’re finally getting evicted.’ So we parked in our driveway and my sister went to check out what the paper actually said.
I’m completely lost right now. Our house is going to be sold at a public affair on September 10th, 2012. I took the paper to my dad, since he’s pretty much the head of the house and the house itself is under his name. When I read it to him, he just shrugged and put the paper aside. My dad suffers from depression and has been unable to work for the past few years and we’ve been scraping by on social security checks the entire time. My sister and I only work part time as per diem employees (meaning we get no benefits and are only scheduled as needed), my mom hasn’t been a part of our lives for a long time now, and my younger sister (age 14) is too young to work.
My dad’s given up but my sister and I won’t go down without a fight. We’re going to go to the ends of the earth to find a way to keeps us and our younger sister in this house.
I’m a very private person and this was one of the most difficult things I’ve had to do in a long time. So please, a signal boost, a dollar, anything to help and you’ll have my eternal gratitude. I can’t lose the house I’ve spent my entire life in.
[My sister started a campaign here.]
Holy shit. Signal boosting. I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say.
Please, followers, I don’t ask for much, please help these two wonderful young ladies out.
[signal boost, help these poor girls]
((As someone who went through something similar to this a few years ago, I really hope they get to keep their home and get back on their feet.))](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7c19v4iny1qmqs01o1_500.png "loki-hornedkingofdickery:
jbriner:
creepinitreal:
I need help. I need so much help right now.
I came home from a long day at work with my sister today to find a red sheet of paper taped to the front of my door. We joked and said ‘oh looks like we’re finally getting evicted.’ So we parked in our driveway and my sister went to check out what the paper actually said.
I’m completely lost right now. Our house is going to be sold at a public affair on September 10th, 2012. I took the paper to my dad, since he’s pretty much the head of the house and the house itself is under his name. When I read it to him, he just shrugged and put the paper aside. My dad suffers from depression and has been unable to work for the past few years and we’ve been scraping by on social security checks the entire time. My sister and I only work part time as per diem employees (meaning we get no benefits and are only scheduled as needed), my mom hasn’t been a part of our lives for a long time now, and my younger sister (age 14) is too young to work.
My dad’s given up but my sister and I won’t go down without a fight. We’re going to go to the ends of the earth to find a way to keeps us and our younger sister in this house.
I’m a very private person and this was one of the most difficult things I’ve had to do in a long time. So please, a signal boost, a dollar, anything to help and you’ll have my eternal gratitude. I can’t lose the house I’ve spent my entire life in.
[My sister started a campaign here.]
Holy shit. Signal boosting. I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say.
Please, followers, I don’t ask for much, please help these two wonderful young ladies out.
[signal boost, help these poor girls]
((As someone who went through something similar to this a few years ago, I really hope they get to keep their home and get back on their feet.))")
loki-hornedkingofdickery:
jbriner:
creepinitreal:
I need help. I need so much help right now.
I came home from a long day at work with my sister today to find a red sheet of paper taped to the front of my door. We joked and said ‘oh looks like we’re finally getting evicted.’ So we parked in our driveway and my sister went to check out what the paper actually said.
I’m completely lost right now. Our house is going to be sold at a public affair on September 10th, 2012. I took the paper to my dad, since he’s pretty much the head of the house and the house itself is under his name. When I read it to him, he just shrugged and put the paper aside. My dad suffers from depression and has been unable to work for the past few years and we’ve been scraping by on social security checks the entire time. My sister and I only work part time as per diem employees (meaning we get no benefits and are only scheduled as needed), my mom hasn’t been a part of our lives for a long time now, and my younger sister (age 14) is too young to work.
My dad’s given up but my sister and I won’t go down without a fight. We’re going to go to the ends of the earth to find a way to keeps us and our younger sister in this house.
I’m a very private person and this was one of the most difficult things I’ve had to do in a long time. So please, a signal boost, a dollar, anything to help and you’ll have my eternal gratitude. I can’t lose the house I’ve spent my entire life in.
[My sister started a campaign here.]
Holy shit. Signal boosting. I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say.
Please, followers, I don’t ask for much, please help these two wonderful young ladies out.
[signal boost, help these poor girls]
((As someone who went through something similar to this a few years ago, I really hope they get to keep their home and get back on their feet.))
you-have-a-winter-heart:
The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The…
theunhappymedium:
you-have-a-winter-heart:
you-have-a-winter-heart:
The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The…
you-have-a-winter-heart:
The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart:…
you-have-a-winter-heart:
The Revenant:…
-as she moves away he furrows his brow and smiles apologetically- Oh, sorry love…
Don’t apologize. Just watch it next time. Murr… -very nearly pouts-
Ticklishness is bullshit— I’m like five thousand years old and I can be tickled.
In what world is that cool? I ask you!
-he can’t hold back a laugh, eyes shutting and teeth showing through a grin- You have my word, milady… Now…Five thousand? Really? I had pegged you at at least 23, darling… And asking me of all people if something is cool? I’m a 25 year old author in waiting that lives alone save for his cat… You’re barking up the wrong tree…
It depends on how you count it, actually. Here… -she gestures to the air and the wide world- I’m about twenty-five. But, but there. -she’s no clue where to gesture now, so simply shrugs- There, time moves hyper-slow. I’ve done rough approximations, and I’ve spent millennia where I’m not supposed to. And I feel it all in here. -she taps her temple- I’ve got countless lifetimes worth of memories and all sorts of crap up in here— more than anyone could stand to keep in their heads. It depends on how you count it, so I tend to round up.
And you’re right— you’re super uncool.
you-have-a-winter-heart:
you-have-a-winter-heart:
The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The…
you-have-a-winter-heart:
The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart: The Revenant: you-have-a-winter-heart:…
you-have-a-winter-heart:
The Revenant:…
-as she moves away he furrows his brow and smiles apologetically- Oh, sorry love…
Don’t apologize. Just watch it next time. Murr… -very nearly pouts-
Ticklishness is bullshit— I’m like five thousand years old and I can be tickled.
In what world is that cool? I ask you!
therealnightcrawler:
petitwhoisactuallypetit:
squidbiscuit:
Headcanon; Gambit’s accent gets more and more illegible the more he drinks.
Sorry I’m getting started so late today too OTL.
headcanon: the drunker he gets, the more he slips into french instead of english (and any english he does speak is garbled)
This is true. And he starts referring to himself in the third person.
I’m really not seeing a difference here.
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