THEME
Eurythmics  Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused…”

  #playlist  #jams  #femme fatale  
Capital Cities  Center Stage

"There’s a good time to do it on your own
There’s a good time, now it’s time to go
There’s a good time, to do it for a change
There’s a good time, step out from the cage

Everyday I walk away with the feeling that I’m center stage
There’s a good time
There’s a good time…”

  #playlist  #jams  
  #ouat spoilers  #gaston blowing raspberries loudly in the distance  
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
  #come on then  #before i fall asleep  

ouat spoliers more like b y e

  #ill be on after it airs here  #stupid pacific time zone  

Starter for biceps-to-spare

little-miss-laineybird:

biceps-to-spare:

"My first job was as a pin boy in a bowling alley," he began. "And let’s just say that I was the best at it. I mean, I could set them up in half the time it took the other boys to do it. So the owners called me King Pin. I got too old for the job, but the name stuck." He smirked at her, making no effort to sound modest. "The Coney Island newsies just called me ‘King’ while I was their leader though." He stopped speaking to her for a moment to sell a paper to a man passing by.

“Oh, I’m sure they ain’t messin’ with ya. How long have you been playin’?” He asked.

"I like your story better than mine." she said with a giggle, "Either way, it’s nice to meet you, King Pin." Lainey fell silent as he sold a pape. "How come you’re not their leader anymore? Moved off Coney Island?" she asked when the transaction was completed between King Pin and the man. "I’ve been playing as long as I can remember." she explained, "Lots of broken strings and practicing till my fingers bleed, I’ve been told I’m pretty good."

"Nah," he began, "I’m getting a little old for the newsie life. I’m near 18, so I passed on the title to my second-in-command. So LeFou’s in charge of the Coney gang now." He smiled as she spoke. "Well then I hope I get to hear ya play sometime, Vi. Where do ya usually play?"

  #littlemisslaineybird  #my deepest apologies  #for how late this is  #you dont have to reply if you dont want to i'd understand omg  

outcastedalchemist:

biceps-to-spare:

He glanced up at her, a brow quirked. “Oh, but it’s supposed to be,” he said, holding the wooden figurine up to her as she approached. It was a small bird with a broken wing accounting for the asymmetry of the carving. “You can have it once I’m finished with it, if you’d like,” he offered.

Her eyes widened at the carving, a small breath of awe escaping her. “Really? You would just give it to me?” A beautiful smile painted her features. “Thank you!” The woman bowed in response to the kind gesture, the hood falling off to reveal the face hidden underneath. The woman was youthful, but no child. Her hair was the color of the evening sun, cascading down her shoulders in light curls. Her features were sharp and fae like. A small beauty mark rested under her left eye.

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"I love the details you gave to the feathers. It’s a white crowned sparrow, right?"

"Sure, why not? I can make another just as easy." A charming smile spread across the burly man’s lips as the woman before him straightened from her bow, " ‘sides, a pretty gal like you deserves to get something pretty once in a while, eh?"

Gaston added a few last details to finish the bird before offering it to her. “It is,” he confirmed, a note of surprise in his voice. “How did you know?”

  #outcastedalchemist  #oh yeah of course~  #and ye he can be nice sometimes  #usually only when hes flirting tho lol  
thedisneyprincessx:

No one deserves Gaston | New Fantasyland by chris.alcoran on Flickr.

thedisneyprincessx:

No one deserves Gaston | New Fantasyland by chris.alcoran on Flickr.

  #Narcissus  #cheekbones  

http://outcastedalchemist.tumblr.com/post/98671697198/biceps-to-spare-i-know-youre-there-he

outcastedalchemist:

biceps-to-spare:

"I know you’re there," he called aloud, not looking up from the wooden figure he worked at with his knife. "Why don’t you come out from behind there? That way you can get a better view of me," the smugness was audible in his voice as he invited the figure out of hiding.

He glanced up at her, a brow quirked. “Oh, but it’s supposed to be,” he said, holding the wooden figurine up to her as she approached. It was a small bird with a broken wing accounting for the asymmetry of the carving. “You can have it once I’m finished with it, if you’d like,” he offered.

  #outcastedalchemist  #well hi there!  

"I know you’re there," he called aloud, not looking up from the wooden figure he worked at with his knife. "Why don’t you come out from behind there? That way you can get a better view of me," the smugness was audible in his voice as he invited the figure out of hiding.

  #dcrp open  #open to everyone~  #sshhh what drafts?