when you’re too tired to do replies, but not too tired to plot and reblog shit
My name is Flynn Rider, and I'm...a thief, per se. I steal from the rich and give to the poor. Kinda like Robin Hood! Except the poor I give to is, well...me! Heh. A-anyway, that's me!
((Independent Flynn rp blog, will roleplay with anyone! Any fandom, practically any ship involving muse.))
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M!A Status: Untouched.
Faceclaim: Zachary Levi
tracks thiefofcorona tag
((My kik is available upon request.))
The other day Merida told me a story all about this little boy who came to visit her. Unfortunately she didn’t have the chance to catch this lads name but from what she told me he was blonde, blue eyed and a proud 4 years old. Little did she know her fellow folk in the Garden had spoken to this lad before he arrived to meet her making sure he knew if he wanted to win her hand, he would have to shoot for it.
((Feeling really crappy emotionally which is making me feel sick to my stomach so I dunno how much I’ll get done tonight if any…
I swear I’ll get back into threads I just had a really really fecking crappy day.
But I don’t really wanna talk about it. :/))