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Sarah Manning + outfits
the clones + their legs (suggested by anonymous)
{ songs to piss off mark rollins with and play at full blast }
1 â My Heart Will Go On (Celine Dion) 2 â Part Of Your World (The Little Mermaid) 3 â Uptown Funk (Mark Ronson ft Bruno Mars) 4 â A Whole New World (Aladdin) 5 â Poor Unfortunate Souls (The Jonas Brothers) 6 â Breakinâ Free (High School Musical) 7 â Be Prepared (The Lion King) 8 â Hoedown Throwdown (Miley Cyrus) 9 â Happy (Pharrell Williams) 10 â Thunderstruck (ACDC)
(àč_àč) - I stalk your blog
(ÂŹ_ÂŹ) - You should go away
(â© -â© ) - I really like you(r blog)
(° o °) - you shock me
(^ 3 ^) - I want to kiss you
(>^ âœ^) > - I want to hug you
ïŒÂ°ĐÂ°ïŒ - You scare me
( T_T ) - You annoy me
(~_~;) - Iâm too shy to talk toâŠ
(ă»ă»;) - How did I end up here?
(UnU) - you never talk to me
(>â<) - we should rp!
(â§ââŠ) - WE NEED RP SMUT ME YOU NAO
(^///^) - Something too naughty to say
(X ~ X) - Delete your blog
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oboritur
âIâm really sorry, I donât usually make mistakes like thisâŠâ
            What? Why was she apologizing. Itâs not like she had done anything to warrant such an act. Cydâs dark hues would trail along the blondeâs delicate features, before offering her one of her smiles. It wasnât particularity one of her bests, but it would do. â Uh, what are you apologizing for? Itâs totally okay. Itâs fine. Iâm totally loving what you did here. Better than what I had before to be honestâBefore her nails were.. Well, they werenât good, but they werenât exactly bad either.Â
â Rock-n-roll!â
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"If it is my husband you are looking for, I apologize for his absence."
                The girl with the blond frizzy hair would turn her gaze towards the woman who had addressed her, and with an incline of her dome, her hazel hues would flicker along the porcelain, pastel in color young woman, whom sat a few feet from her and with a part of her brims, Helena spoke.Â
               âHusband? Who is this husband, you speaking of?â, she asked, rather intrigued to say the least. Â
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   âYouâd be wise to let me finish this drink    before you start talking to me, mate.âÂ
       Dukeâs hazel hues would drift upon the other mans visage. Heâd crease his brow, a bit, inclining his dome, to the right. Heâd scan the man, from top to bottom. What was this manâs problem and what made him think he wanted to talk to him?Â
            â Just because Iâve decided to fill the empty space beside you, mate. Doesnât mean I want to talk to you.â
I'm so changeable || Sherlock (Khan) & --- || Open
~ F L A S H B A C K ~
               Khanâs arrival on Earth, two enough a half years ago, wasnât one he cared to live through again. For starters, he had no memory of who he was, his name or where he had been from. He had been found along side a pod cryogentics pod. He assumed, thatâs what that was and Sherlock had confirmed it. It was strange, being in the presence of a man who looked like him. And, he supposed â No. He saw, that Sherlock felt the same.
The odd, little relationship, of theirs, had been rough and rocky from the beginning, but it wasnât as if the other would throw him out. After all, he had amnesia and even Sherlock wasnât that cold. The Consulting Detective had helped the man, to a degree, by coming up with a name. Whether this name was the same, he had from his past or not, was not something that had even crossed the Detective nor Khan, but the more they worked on it. The more the name, âJohn Harrisonâ, felt familiar. Yes, things between the duo, had started to look up, John, had slowly started to regain some of his memories. The men, were two in the same, werenât they? In an odd way, yes, they were. Both, cold and calculating and whether Sherlock admitted it or not, he was a psychopath. Khan, could tell, seeing as he was one, himself. They were also manipulative, ruthless, to a point. Sherlock, was, in Khanâs opinion, soft.
~ P R E S E N T D A Y ~
               It had been at least two years. Perhaps, more since the real Sherlock Holmes had been killed for some unknown reason and by some unknown source and Khan had taken his place. It wasnât the best of plans, but he needed a place to stay before he found a way back to his time line, back to his crew. It wasnât as hard, as he had thought it would be, but once he had adapted into this mundane lifestyle. Yes, to him, the lifestyle that Sherlock Holmes had doned, was boring and rather tedious.
He wasnât so sure, if he could continue with this charade. He needed to do something. Someone that did not involve him solving cases. He needed to find a way back to his timeline and the experiment, he had often told his flatmate he had been working on, had been a long and slow process. At this rate, heâd never make it home.
               With a strangled moan, he shot up from his spot on the chair and made his way around the room, kicking the junk â old books, case files and whatnot, to the side as he made his way across the hall, to his room.
"I am so bored!" Khan slammed the door shut behind him and made his way across the room to the bed and flopped down, upon doing so, he reached down and pulled out a suitcase from under the bed and lifted it with ease and let it fall onto the bed beside him and opened it up, he than got up and made his way to the closet. It was there, he grabbed out several articles of clothing and packed it.
He needed to go back to where he had first met Sherlock. Not for answers, but mostly to clear his mind.
A cup of tea for a girl who dreams of murder && wine.
keep it a secret to hold and to trust / itĂąÂÂs gonna bruise, itĂąÂÂs gonna crash / believe it / itĂąÂÂs over / in the blink of a lie / you found another / itĂąÂÂs time to put your arrows aside watch out for this girl sheĂąÂÂs got a gun for a tongue
i talked too much.
Krystal Goderich in âRuthless in Purpose, and Insidious in Methodâ
Stargate SG-1: Point Of View
Stargate SG-1 meme - one Stargate dialing sequence (1/1) â saving Tealâc in 48 Hours
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this is my FAMILY. it is little, and broken. but still good.Â