Roll a number (1-25) or send the number that you want!
But I will also respect everyone with triggers and tag everything. If I ever make you uncomfortable please tell me and I will fix it so you’re comfortable.
1. The meaning behind my URL
2. A picture of me
3. Why I love my best friend
4. Last time I cried and why
5. Piercings I have
6. Favorite Band
7. Biggest turn off(s)
8. Top 5 (insert subject)
9. Tattoos I want/ have
10. Biggest turn on(s)
12. Ideas of a perfect date
13. Life goal(s)
14. Piercings I want/ have
15. Relationship status
16. Favorite movie
17. A fact about my life
19. Middle name
20. Anything you want to ask
"Shit— Sorry." Tony bent down to pick up the coffee cup, sighing out of self annoyance; he was distracted, had just come from a meeting in which several of his best advisors had sat down and told him it would be good for PR if he came off as more of a family man. Iron Man was a hard sell these days, and Tony Stark was even more difficult. Brand new energy source for the world or no, he was still struggling to keep a good image for the public.
Tony looked at the woman, at the coffee staining her already rumpled shirt and ran a hand down his face. “Seriously, my bad,” he said, tapping the empty paper cup against his thigh. “My uh. My car’s just around the corner if you want it to take you somewhere for a change of clothes.”
"Sure," she replied after a lengthy moment of thought. Part of her was afraid of her face being displaced on television screens all over the country, especially with her face also being on some missing persons registry somewhere, but seeing as to how she had reached that age of legal adulthood, she really didn’t have all that much to lose.
The day had been rather unkind to the young psychic so far. First, she managed to lose her room key and was required to pay a ridiculous amount of money for its replacement, then she tripped and ripped a hole and the knee of her favorite, and rather worn, jeans, and now she couldn’t afford to buy something to eat without worrying about having a bed to sleep on that night. On top of that, the city’s crowds had begun to give her a headache, as well as mother nature deciding that it was about time for her “monthly gift.”
Wandering the streets of Manhattan, Kanaya had hoped to come across a nice location to sit down and play and hopefully earn enough for a decent meal. Ignoring the noise as best as she could, it was only a matter of time before her inattentiveness caused her to run into someone.
As if her luck wasn’t bad enough, that someone just happened to wear one of the media’s most adored faces on the planet, so much so that she recognized him before her mind could pull a name. Not only that, but she had managed to spill his drink all over the both of them.
Normally, she would have shown her frustration and probably demanded some form of repercussion, but seeing as to the amount of media coverage he received, she figured that snapping at him would not end well for her. ”Sorry,” Kanaya muttered after a soft yelp of surprise from the drenching of her shirt.
“Or… You’re back.” He whispered, his hands tightening on the hem of his robe as he looked up at her. His arms wrapped around himself and he curled up a little bit, his head pounding worse than it ever had. Beneath his eye was a single black bruise, and the telepath rubbed it nervously as though trying to wipe it away.
“Like I said, not much for conversation tonight.” He reiterated quietly, rubbing his face with his hand and looking down at the floor. “Sorry.” He sank down onto the bed and massaged his temples, feeling sick to the pit of his stomach.
Squinting her eyes a little, Kanaya leaned forward and peered at him, cocking her head slightly. “You ok?” she asked in a mutter, a little confused as to why he kept rubbing his face.
Pipos Doll Animation x
i will not recover from that for a while.
holy crap omg
the gif don’t even show the like main parts… That time Pipos broke me into this weeping person…
DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU? ALL OF YOU WHO HAD WRITTEN OFF PLUTO, WHO HAD CROSSED IT OFF YOUR PLANET LIST? REMEMBER HOW IT WAS ‘TOO SMALL” TO BE A PLANET? HOW NASA, IN COLLABORATION WITH THE INTERNATIONAL ASTRONOMICAL UNION REMOVED ITS PLANETARY STATUS AND CHANGED ITS NAME TO 134340? HOW EVERYONE THEN CONSIDERED THERE TO BE EIGHT PLANETS, NOT NINE?
BUT SOME OF US REMAINED LOYAL TO PLUTO. IT WAS NEVER FORGOTTEN. AND NOW HERE WE ARE, AND JUSTICE IS UPON US AFTER 8 YEARS.
BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? PLUTO HAS AT LEAST FIVE MOONS, A PRETTY BIG NUMBER FOR A ”DWARF-PLANET”, HUH? ESPECIALLY WHEN EARTH, QUITE BIGGER THAN PLUTO AND AN OFFICIAL PLANET ONLY HAS ONE. AND GUESS WHAT ELSE? ERIS, THE PLANET WHICH EVERYONE THOUGHT TO BE BIGGER THAN PLUTO, MAY NOT BE BIGGER AFTER ALL. AND THE BEST PART IS THAT PLUTO HAS AN ATMOSHPERE. THAT’S RIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, A SUPPOSEDLY NON-PLANET HAS AN ATMOSPHERE. AGAIN, ISN’T THAT IMPRESSIVE?
SO LOOK AT THIS. NEW FINDINGS, AND A NEW AGE FOR PLUTO. AN AGE OF RECOGNITION AND APPRECIATION. AND ALLOW ME TO CLOSE THIS -somewhat aggressive-PRESENTATION OF OPINION WITH THE MOTTO OF THE PLUTO APOLOGISTS: VIVA LA PLUTO!
Get “Viva la Pluto” to be a trending tag
The Pluto fandom doesn’t fuck around