#acklandofthe141

[notyourshrink]

acklandofthe141 said:

So what does it take to get a glass of whiskey around here?

"You could simply ask, but I suppose that is beyond most Americans."

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acklandofthe141 said: *slides up next to Julia with a glass of whiskey giggling* Suuuuuuuure you wouldn’t

I most certainly would not, Elisabeth. Kissing is revolting anyway.

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acklandofthe141 replied to your post:acklandofthe141 replied to your post:wolfofthe141...

[hehe I know, I never make promises myself! but hey, If I find one I will send you it, is that okay?]

[Yeah, absolutely! You know I love Eli, so hopefully I can come up with something good for her :-)]

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acklandofthe141 replied to your post:wolfofthe141 replied to your photoset “promo for...

[YOU’RE WELCOMEEEE Is it too much trouble to see this for Elisabeth?]

[I can't make any promises, because I'm really slow about stuff like this--it was just luck that I got hit by the bug to make one when I saw the gifset that inspired Ben's--but if you want to send me some of your favorite pictures of her/a few quotes for inspiration, I'll think it over!]

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wolfofthe141 replied to your photoset “promo for wolfofthe141”

[HOLY FUCK MEL THESE ARE AMAZING. I LOVE IT.]

[Yay! I'm so glad :-D]

acklandofthe141 replied to your photoset “promo for wolfofthe141”

[THIS IS SO COOOOOL]

toadofthe141 replied to your photoset “promo for wolfofthe141”

Go away you ridiculously talented human

[Thank you!]

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"Yo, Ackland! Ya miss me?"

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

acklandofthe141

It wasn't as bad as all that, not enough to warrant the reaction he was witnessing. Pressing the spoon to his daughter's lips once more, the baby turned her face away, and the food sloppily spilled onto an already messy cheek. Staring at Elsa dully, Soap found himself without any ideas of how to get the girl to eat.

"It's just peas, Da can't mess those up--"

His daughter's offended whuffling said otherwise.

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"wake up"

There is no sense of time or place to her, only the knowledge of hands on her. It was just as she remembered, and a low moan rose from the back of her throat.

"Прекрати . Прекрати , уйти от меня . Папа , пожалуйста, прекратите . Я буду хорошим , я обещаю , просто остановиться -"

When she tried to pull back from those hands, anticipating a hit, it became a bit clearer for her. These were not a man's hands. These were firm, but not rough, not the hand of the devil she knew. Gaining some control over herself, bringing herself back to the present, she realized who she was looking at. A woman. A woman with red hair and a familiar face that slowly came into focus.

"Lizka?" she murmured, voice ragged