Silver Tongue

addsapphire:

I love how calm greg was throughout this entire episode like he finds sapphire unfused and freezing over their entire motel room and he’s just like “oh no where’s the other one.” And steven’s freaking out but greg is just like “nah lets just give them some space and get breakfast in the morning.” How much lesbian alien drama has this man witnessed. Like this was definitely a repeat occurrence for him and he just took it in stride like “shit happens, I’ve seen worse.” I just keep imagining little Greg when he’s first getting involved with the gems and he’s expecting a bunch of cool magical alien stuff but instead it’s like he walked right into an episode of the L word like this man has Seen Some Shit in his life like he is so numb to this right now

Hey there little askers.

askthetimemaster:

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It’s time for Lessons with Master!



I have received lots of letters from you all, and while some of them are very useful and will be used in the next few posts, most of them are either poorly timed, or downright unusable. So now I’ll be helping you all out by showing you examples of good, bad, and ugly questions. HERE WE GO!

Good

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These are good because they are about current events, and interacting with the character who is the focus of the post! I’m not asking for spelling or punctuation perfection or that you speak perfect english, because that’s just rude and I often need someone to read over what I am writing to make sure that my spelling is on key.

Bad

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This is a bad ask. Not only has the asker not been reading the blog, but is also asking Starry who Starry is, meaning it’s no good. This isn’t an ugly ask.

Ugly

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Here we go. This is an Ugly ask. Ugly asks like this spoil the story to the character, try to rush the plot along, insert their own OCs, or try to influence the events in a way that ruins the story. Please avoid these at all costs.

With this in mind, you can send in asks that will be used in posts with the Master!

notwhatihadnmind:

almanachouse:

Too soon.

Noooooooooooooooooo

It’s been years. How is this too soon?

avian-asshole:

I am a stale cheeto puff

Could be worse. You could be a cheeto puff at the bottom of the ocean.

jenkuhaha:

Sequel to this:

http://jenkuhaha.tumblr.com/post/124117054639/headcanon-sapphire-actually-likes-these-corny

Another headcanon: Sapphire floats away when embarrassed. 

musical-gopher:
“Getting real tired of your shit sapphire
”

musical-gopher:

Getting real tired of your shit sapphire

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

smurflewis:

gaysfinest:

Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.

My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.

I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize. 

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me. 

“Melissa, did you punch him?” 

“Yes.” I said. 

“Why?” 

“Because he snapped my bra strap.” 

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.” 

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.” 

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?” 

I didn’t get suspended that day.