simpledisneythings: Kuzco is my favorite Disney Princess.

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simpledisneythings:

Kuzco is my favorite Disney Princess.

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dontcallme-little: . Hello there beautiful amazing awesome friend. I’m...

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 00:56:17 -0400

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Hello there beautiful amazing awesome friend. I’m ibreatheplauge’s other account!

@shiningxheaven

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 03:25:00 -0400

barelygreenthumbed-phantomhive:

He’d done it again. After his master’s encouragement, the boy had over plucked, over pruned and over weeded plants that were probably not even weeds in his over excited zeal. It wasn’t the first time, oh no, he wouldn’t have been quite so destroyed if it had only been that once. The estate, or at least the back wing, was almost completely bare, an empty shell of a garden, a disgrace to the Phantomhive name. He’d been too hasty with his chemicals, and now the once lush lawn was yellowing considerably, slowly becoming dry and hard – dying a slow and painful death. He could only count himself lucky that if visitors arrived they’d only see the front, wouldn’t be able to tell that something was amiss.. Sort of. The death of the foliage was contagious it seemed, the front wanting to be removed from the picture before the gardener could get to it as well, beginning to wilt and look sickly.

ItT was a given that the enraged faces of both the Young Master and Mister Sebastian came to Finnian’s mind first, making him tear up at the thought of the copious amounts of scoldings he was going to receive once they found out. he blonde was keeping his fingers crossed that no guests were going to arrive that day, but he wasn’t sure at all. He panicked, trying to make it look better by any means possible. A little trim there, a little spray here, but all it accomplished was giving it a greater sense of the barren waste land it was turning into. Though he was gradually getting better at his job as gardener, he was still new to the ideas and practices and wasn’t yet qualified to repair his mistakes. It was one of the reasons why he looked up to Mister Sebastian – when he messed up (Finnian of course, the butler never messed up) all would be fixed the next day after he tended to it. It was practically magic! He wished that he could learn this talent from the man who was almost inhumanly perfect.

Yet, he couldn’t.

Admitting defeat, the boy sat down on the fading grass, running a grubby hand through his short hair and sniffing to try and keep himself from bursting into tears. It was only going to be a matter of time until Mister Sebastian would check on his progress – he was doomed.

Ivory ran her porcelain hands back through her white hair with a sigh as she stared at the imperfect roses infront of her. The local garden was lacking lately on their quality.It broke Ivory’s heart that somewhere she had been coming so long was beginning to go bad. “I suppose all good things come to an end.” She said under her breath then bit the inside of her lip. She had been nearly preached to about the garden by one of her dear friends. They both loved roses and flowers.Ivory brought her arms up and crossed them over her chest then began to drum her fingers on one of them in thought. Perhaps she would visit? No…She couldn’t show up uninvited like that. Ivory let a sigh escape her lips and then began to walk to a coffee shop.It was normal for her to turn to coffee when she couldn’t think. It helped her sort out her thoughts, also lately that had began to give it in cups that were portable. What a unique and convenient idea. Ivory crossed the dark stoned London street and opened up the door.

Inside cups clattered together and waitresses scurried back and forth along the floor. Ivory disliked boring things. Most people in London were normal and she strived to find anything at least a tiny bit out of the ordinary. She let her eyes gaze around the cafe while waiting in line. Nothing. She rolled her eyes and then directed her attention back to the line. She was next.

“Hello, What can I get you?” The waitress chimed like it was a script.

“I’d just like a coffee, thanks.” Ivory replied sweetly.

After nearly five minutes Ivory walked out of the store into the warm summer air. The weather that day was wonderful. It was strange because usually her mood matched the weather. Today there was something bothering her. She wasn’t quite sure what it was but the feeling was definitely unbearable. She tried to push the thought of it away with her coffee. She took a sip and then did a double take on the local garden. She bit the insider of her lip in thought a moment.Then decided to take off in the opposite direction, the road lead towards the Phantomhive manor. It couldn’t hurt, could it? No. It couldn’t. Ivory confirmed it to herself and set of rounded one of the corners with a smile on her face. Now that she thought about it she had always wanted to go to the manor just to see it but never did.

It didn’t take much for Ivory to get completely lost in thought. It seemed like only a couple minutes and she was to the manor, although it had been nearly thirty. Ivory enjoyed walking. She didn’t need to pay for a horse drawn carriage. Even though she had the money, that wasn’t important. It was the pure thought of taking time and enjoying your surroundings. Ivory knocked on the door but no one seemed to answer. She let out a sighed and leaned up against the house with her arms crossed. She wasn’t quite sure what to do so she just stood for a moment.

Congrats on your puberty

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:03:37 -0400

Congrats on your puberty

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Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:03:24 -0400

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i made a ciel blog.

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:03:06 -0400

thegreenandpurpleearl:

OH DEAR.

http://phantomhivehospitality.tumblr.com/

i’m going to be a fail. XD

areyoucomingtothetreee: kneel-before-me-bitches: graphitedoll: ...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:02:53 -0400

areyoucomingtothetreee:

kneel-before-me-bitches:

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i wanted to draw avengers celebrating father’s day… then i realized they either have strained relations with their father or their dad’s are dead … or both…

so i picked my 2 favorite characters and drew this instead.

happy (belated) father’s day!!

MY FEEEEELSSSSS

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i wonder if anyone ever gets excited when i follow them

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:01:52 -0400

i wonder if anyone ever gets excited when i follow them

me: tries to draw

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me: tries to draw
me: cries because anatomy

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fyeahroleplayingrabbit: Seriously. I don’t even necessarily...

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fyeahroleplayingrabbit:

Seriously. I don’t even necessarily have a problem with the smuttier stuff when it makes sense, but all these teens working out their frustrations through roleplay makes me feel skeevy as all get-out, even when I’m not even taking part in their weirdness.

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simpledisneythings: Kuzco is my favorite Disney Princess.

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dontcallme-little: . Hello there beautiful amazing awesome friend. I’m...

@shiningxheaven

Congrats on your puberty

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i made a ciel blog.

areyoucomingtothetreee: kneel-before-me-bitches: graphitedoll: ...

i wonder if anyone ever gets excited when i follow them

me: tries to draw

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