forestbirdsfly‌:

“O-Okay, I knew that. I just… my mind blanked, sorry.” Sean leaned against the counter now. “We should invest in a-a rink then. Or something.”

“It’s not the saaaaame,” she whined, a pout on her lips . “I just want enough snow to make a snow den and bury myself in it.”

Starter Call::Bar Muses

That would be Cord, Grayson, Eva, Dyson, Judas, Nia, or Rhodes (who does not live there anymore but is still mostly associated with the bar through Eva).

Getting the cats fed and watered because the Spook Squad, Dio and the Gremlins, and the Monster Bitches are all making a fuss and then I’ll be on proper to get to drafts and probably post some opens or shit

godfreysteel:

bill skarsgård ‒ hemlock grove. 2×03 (2014)

don56:

Summer Glau

andrrewgarfield:

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau for Grazia Italia (2018)

amongstmortals‌:

“I’m dead. It’s my gods given right to be as judgmental as I please.”

“That’s hardly my fault. Now would you shush so I can concentrate for a moment? I’m trying to not raise the entire cemetery.”

Okay, it’s 1:11 am and I need to be up by no later than 7:05. I meant to go to bed like an hour ago. Oops?

I’ll be back closer to 5pm (EST) when I get off of work if I don’t just come home and pass back out

forestbirdsfly‌:

“M-Maybe it will stick tomorrow? I-I didn’t know that you were this serious a-about snow though.” Sean laughs softly, as he took a sip of his pepsi.

“Hi, have you met me? I am an arctic creature and the snow is my happy place,” she quipped, eyes rolling a little as she pulled herself up on top of the counter.