Hmmm. How about let’s go with both? :D
roses are red
violets are blue
you must be reichenbach because i’m falling for youroses are red
violets are blue
look at this love that i.o.uDeduction is great
It requires precision
Forget John and Sherlock
You’re my division.Mycroft is fat
Sherlock is thinner
I’ll be your Irene
Let’s have dinner.Roses are red.
Skulls are white.
I made you some coffee,
My conductor of light.
Roses are red
Performance is art
Please love me back
Or I’ll burn out your heart.
…The whole point of this nonsense being this: because I’m bored and suffer from a major lack of good judgment, I decided that there absolutely needed to be an ask/RP/whatever blog for the Roxy Verse. Because I love it so. Said blog is over at Ask the Roxy Girls, or just click the photo, since the link goes there.The Roxy!verse Ladies (partially): From L to R, top to bottom:
Deanna Winchester (Amber Heard), Cassidy Novak (Zooey Deschanel), Samantha Winchester (Danneel Harris), Gabrielle Lyesmith-Morgenstern (Dianna Agron).
Jo Harvelle (Alona Tal), Anna Milton (Julie McNiven), Ruby Masters (Genevieve Cortese), Bela Talbot (Lauren Cohan).
Lila Beth Fremont (Katherine Boecher), Victoria Henricksen (Zoe Saldana), Alexandra Crowley (Morena Baccarin), Meg Masters (Rachel Miner).
Maggie Zeddmore (Brittany Ishibashi), Layla Rourke (Julie Benz), Becky Rosen (Emily Perkins), Charlotte “Charlie” Shurley (Eliza Dushku).
There’s plenty that the Princess keeps hidden, only reveals to Marceline, and at that, only behind closed doors.
Examples: she’s fond enough of Finn, but finds his crush on her… off-putting, and more than a little bit inappropriate, considering his age and station as a hero; she doesn’t actually like parties all that much or how she has to smile and act so perfectly perfect at them, even when she feels more like curling up with an experiment or a good book; and she has a birthmark, an oddly shaped magenta island that sits right underneath her left nipple.
And then there’s the biggest secret, the reason why she starts wearing longer sleeves and turtlenecks, even in the spring: they kiss deeply, and they make love like fucking, and the only way that Bubblegum reliably gets off is with Marceline’s fangs buried in her neck, her wrists, her thighs.






