#morstanwrites

Dev Patel

He's a cutie. Haven't played yet or played with, but he's a potential!

Emily Browning

Answered.

Idris Elba

UGH ALFONS. I had one, and he's dead. I cried so hard. This man is so beautiful, and I can't even. I want more. So yes. If you want to rp with me, I want more Idris in my collection.

Scarlett Johansson

I would join this

(From Finola to Melinda)

when you get 666, you should celebrate by trolling everyone

Wow fun ok here we go

Hobbit

◦   Push off a cliff: that weird weird freaking dude with the monobrow. From lake town? His name is Alfred I think. Ew, that guy for sure

◦   Frick frack: BARD FOR SURE

◦   Marry: Legolas, because he was my first love and it only seems right

◦   Set on fire: geez I guess the mayor of Laketown.

◦   Wrap a blanket around: Bilbo!! He really just needs a warm blanket hug after DOS

◦   Be roommates with: Thranduil. Imagine the parties. The décor. The drunken weirdness. Yesssss.

LOTR:

◦       Push off a cliff: lets go with Denethor. That seems fitting, right?

◦       Frick Frack: That’s a tough one because there’s so many viable options. Lets go with…Eomer? He seems frackable, right? All that horse riding HAS to be good for stamina…

◦       Marry: I’d like to say legolas again for the reasons stated above, but my runner-up is faramir (love him <3)

◦       Set on fire: the ringwraiths because they make that ridiculous screamy noise when exposed to fire, as shown in the fellowship movie.

◦        Wrap a Blanket Around: Shelob, because when Sam cuts her and drives her away in return of the king, she looks so sad and pathetic crawling away and it always makes me sad for her I guess. Sorry for the weird answer

◦       Be roomates with: Arwen. Maybe she’d let me borrow her clothes :P

"I’m not.” Nora hushed, glancing back cautiously at the wooden door then at Jack, before her gaze returned to the cabinet where the bottles of fine liquors awaited. Much better than what they could get in tiny convenient stores, in all honesty; and she wasn’t stopping until she found that bottle of Bourbon her dad never shut up about. 

"It’s not like he would notice just one bottle missing anyway." No, that’s a lie. Her dad would actually kill her, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. Call it teen rebellion, or a sudden dose of insanity.

"But — ”

She sighed, raising an eyebrow, her stare on her curly-haired best friend again. “We’re supposed to be partners in crime, remember? It’s in the vow.”

Jack nodded reluctantly.

“— does it matter?” he simply replaces her question with his own, wearing his signature smirk that only pushed Eve closer to the edge of resorting to more than just yelling. Then again, he’s never cared. He’s never cared about almost anything at all, and certainly not the rules. He doesn’t get why she still bothers asking. Sure, she is Eve, but they’ve worked together long enough for her to understand this is the way he works — reckless, impulsive, but always efficient.