Can't Dance (doesn't mean I won't try)

Hullo! I me, which mean that by default, I must not be you. WHO I am is a far longer story - lets start simple, shall we? I'm: Zoey - 16 - Asexual/Panromantic - Uninterested but Single (obvious reasons apply). I like: Art - Sewing - Cosplay - Dc Comics - Coffee - Batman - Indie Music - Obscure Things - Sarcasm - Homestuck.

I have to jump away from Captain America and Captain Cannuck. Alan fucking Moore is why. Alan fucking Moore and Captain Britain.

WHY, BANANAS, WHY? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF YOU? WHY ON MY DASH?

mudbilly asked: I can't go!!!! Also... It's getting worse. It's getting much, much worse.

My Immortal, I assume? And why can’t you go?

Peter's Damn Scarf: A quick note about my dresses because I keep getting this question:

uncreativeart:

YES you may make them/ have them sewn/commission someone who can sew to make the dresses for your personal use. They are not meant for commercial purposes nor profit.

Personal use includes:

cosplay purposes

sewing practice

using them in reference for outfits and other projects

wearing them…

andwebegin:

“Agent Barton is compromised.”

“Coulson, Barton knows too much, we need to bring him in.”

“Barton will try to run. He’s good at that.”

“You’re his handler. Figure it out.”

“And Phil, though we all want the extraction to go smoothly, chances are it will not.”

“Dead or alive.” Phil resonates.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“No, sir.”

Agent Coulson, we have Hawkeye surrounded. We’re unsure if he would resist arrest.

“He wouldn’t.” Phil breathes into the comm. “Don’t hurt him.”

Bring him down.



& now you’re trying to convince me that he wasn’t worthy. but you can’t complete me, he’s the part that’s missing. you could be my hero if only i could let go but his love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

- Pixie Lott in Broken Arrow

(via ask-the-god-of-mischief)

So true, and yet my living room is also my thinking cave, which I like because then I yell at random people who meander through to get out of my space because I am thinking.

So true, and yet my living room is also my thinking cave, which I like because then I yell at random people who meander through to get out of my space because I am thinking.

(via theintjway)

Libra: Similar to the virgo one, but they’d definitely pretend to be distraught by what happened, and mask that they were involved really well…but in order to get you back, they’d get your family, your friends, and other people you cared about to show THEM sympathy, and to be on their side.

Scorpio: Succinolcholine injection after chloroforming the person helpless. (sp? A horse tranquilizer that is extremely hard to detect and basically make the person POWERLESS to do ANYTHING except suffocate to death. It makes all muscles go soft.) and they’d talk to you about how powerless and helpless you were until you died.

Being on the cusp makes both of these relevant. Prepare for my gloating and then my conning your family into giving ME sympathy. Hahahaha!

hemiola-totheirbeat asked: I will go to all your ask blogs if necessary.

I will be creeped out-and appreciative.