#adler.

[animecriminal]

Saw a post on here of what clique our COD Cold War cast would be in and I just had to draw it.

So if I did my math correctly ((Have doubts)) Adler would be attending High School in the 50s.

He is the the class of 55’ ((yes. I did the math and doubled check with my sister.))

If you want me to do the others Just let me know!

[demonofthechili]

Same energy

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I wasn't sure about Robert Redford being compared to Adler, but my obsession with Brubaker as a character is so fucking Adler I can't NOT agree.

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Tex and Adler can play guitar. Tex learned the dueling banjos piece (both sides), and plays it quite often when people are around and she wants to show off. Adler, as a surprise, sits down with his guitar and plays the answering refrains one day. It's a sweet moment.

May or may not be on my list to write.

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Pictured below: Adler on his way to send all of us to horny jail

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I can actually make muse icons of Adler now with a fc and I am 😍 mine and Tex's hearts = fucked up

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Adler x OC - Smile

A/N: A short thing of our favourite soft, fluffy pair (just kidding lmao). Adler is simping, Tex is simping, it's a cute time!

T/W: none!

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Her laughter made him chuckle, a soft, low thing directed into her ear as he paused kissing her neck; when he could, he continued his gentle assault, the feeling of her hand lightly tangled in his hair euphoric on its own.

She once more laughed, and this time he pulled away. From where he was, hovering above her, he admired her for a moment, "What?"

"It tickles," She simply replied, grinning as he tilted his head in a 'really?' manner, the hair that was loose from her grasp bouncing with him.

He smiled warmly, however, and the silence between them was comfortable. Adler felt himself leaning ever so slightly into her touch, savouring it.

"I miss Vietnam."

Her words made him pause and lightly squint, "You miss Vietnam?"

"Aside from the smell of napalm," She began jokingly, the hand upon his shoulder snaking up to rest on the crook of his neck, that charming, shit eating grin he had grown to adore gracing her features, "I miss the fact you smiled a whole lot more back then. Every time I saw you, even during a firefight with Charley, you smiled. When we argued, you smiled. When Sims and I argued, you smiled. I miss your smile."

"Jess," He whispered, leaning down to place a needy kiss to her lips, which she happily returned. He pulled away ever so slightly, "You make me smile," He revealed, physically cringing as he realised how that sounded, "As cliché as that sounds."

"Like a sitcom," She agreed, laughing a breathy laugh, "I'll tell you what: I'll give you a reason to smile tonight."

"You already have," He smirked softly before ducking back down, capturing her in another hungry kiss.