roxyspreternaturaltrolls:

taimasarmyoffantrolls:

cjsadorkablefantrolls:

//soon I do, but for now I just reblog because I want to spread to know who else does//

Lottie and Anonie. Actress and pop singer.

Ocarie is a teen pop idol.

Renata, which I don’t have an image of, is a photographer who aspires to be a a photojournalist. 

oh god I am so sick this is terrible

z1c:

being 20+ on tumblr

askapo-asknelial:

treacheriesarchitect:

Fineas fiddled with his crumpled tie and hat, hand-me-downs from a brownblood who had lived in the same complex as him a sweep ago. Worse for wear, they were the fanciest things he owned; their previous owner had left them to him before being culled by a drone. After the ceremony, Fineas had never quite managed to get the smell of grave dirt out of them. 

But oh, did you ever have a surprise for her. You hoped she’d like it- it had taken weeks to prepare, hands so careful as you carved, knowing it had to be perfect -for her. Anything less would simply not do. This one, this one was perfect, just like her. 

Fineas hurried through the graveyard, making sure the boat was in place, hidden by the vines of the weeping willow as he made his way up to her hive. Standing outside he adjusted his suit jacket and tidied up his hair, finally raising one hand to knock on the door.

“Miss Ginger, I’ve arrived!”

You had waited for him to shuffle up, listening intently to every small noise around you as he approached and knocked on the gate to the mausoleum very far above your actual hive. You were as silent as the wind as your hands snaked up around his chest and gave a quick ‘boo!’ before lifting him quite clearly off the ground, without much effort only to spin him around and settle him back onto the dirt.

“I’ve surprised you I hope! I had been plotting it for the past few hours.”

You pause as you notice that he had dressed up, smiling as you were rather used to his work clothes and gently took his hands in your own.

“You look very handsome this evening, Fineas. The moon seems to hit you just right.”

There was only silence in the wake of your knock, silence, and then hands on your chest as you heard her yell. You yelped too, surprised by the sudden lift and swing. The surprised expression became a smile, then a wide grin, laughing as she put you down. 

“A few hours? Oh, Miss Ginger, I am sorry to have kept you waiting!” You answered, still grinning all the while. Your hands fit in with hers, “It was quite a surprise though, I was thoroughly ambushed! Although your talent for sneaking is quite marvellous, it is a wonder that your beauty did not reveal you.”

You bowed, taking the white lily from your belt and offering it up to her. “The moon may hit me just right, but if I may say so Miss, it truly dances on you.”