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They took a lot after Lloyd, but they’re a mixed disaster.
Song: Fight Song (probably)
“Exodus Code” Starter sentences pt. 1 (ch. 1-36)
Pulled from the novel Torchwood: Exodus Code by Carole E. & John Barrowman feel free to change pronouns as needed!
"It sounded as if the mountain had a heartbeat. The effect was mesmerising.”
“PTD, more like. Post-Torchwood Depression.”
“It was as if she was watching herself watching herself.”
“It’s just all so sour. Nothing matters any more.”
“Of course, you should do it Torchwood style.”
“At the end of day two, the most popular trending topics on Twitter were #realfemmefatales and #nolongerontheverge.”
“The rock-hard bad feeling yawned in [name]’s gut.”
“No, this kind of terror was making his bones ache, making his heart feel as if someone was squeezing and twisting it, making him doubt his sanity.”
[In response to “Fuck me”] “That function is not yet operational.”
“[Name], this is your captain speaking. The one you work for not the one you’re screwing.”
❤️ but for yourself
Send me ♥ and I’ll write some positivity for you.
okay but i audibly gasped when i saw this in my inbox. okay, so, uh-- hi, me. i’m really proud of you for how far you’ve come since you created this blog. i remember when you were thinking of making emma and you thought that it would never stick but you decided to just go for it. a lot has changed since then. obviously, it stuck. four years later and you’re still here. you’ve created so many friends since creating this blog. not just on tumblr, but also in real life. you went through really traumatic shit and came out stronger than you were before. you applied to 30 internships/apprentices, got 8 interviews from that, and from those 8 you got into 6 places and even had one say that, even though they can’t accept you for the upcoming season, they want you to join them in 2020! you’re an incredible writer, even though it’s hard to remember that a lot. i’m super proud of you and i know that we will go places. everything happens for a reason after all.
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Tell Me How You Feel // ask meme
[ with a side of: ]
🌸 mushrooms!
Send 🌸 for three things my muse likes about yours.
1. good taste in style2. the familiarity in many aspects3. the wiggles
"Fly on the wall," Solas on Dirthamen, to Mythal
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“I don’t understand what Falon’Din could have on him that would make him complacent in his schemes,” Solas sighs, frowning and rubbing his brow across from Mythal.
“Nothing,” she replies evenly, sipping at a cup of tea. “My son is not so easily manipulated, Solas.”
“He must be,” Solas insists taking a careless drink of his own tea before scowling at it. “You may be ready to think so low of him, but not me. I have seen him. He has free will, but seems to readily choose not to use it. And, certainly, what would he be doing speaking with me, who hates Falon’Din so?”
“Spying, perhaps?” Mythal suggests easily. “Falon’Din is not half so stupid as he seems and all of the Evanuris are suspicious of you.”
“He’s too self-absorbed for that. I’m not perceivable threat to him.”
“Even so, Dirthamen is not half so. If he feels you could become a threat, he’ll do what he can to keep you from being so.”
Solas continues frowning, studying her. “You think too little of your son.”
“And perhaps,” Mythal replies, seemingly untroubled, but something lurking behind her eyes suggests otherwise, “You think too much of him. I fear it will be your undoing.”