Mar 18, 2018
The Deceitful Imposter King Of Persia
“At sunrise I’d just be spanking my horse, then.”
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The Deceitful Imposter King Of Persia
“At sunrise I’d just be spanking my horse, then.”
sometimes i rember this blog exists,,
When you really think about it, a crossover is like shipping two franchises together.
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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS || ACCEPTING || @notthescarsyoucansee || 36. Our muses sitting at their child’s sickbed.
Allison didn’t know the stats, she didn’t know how often werewolves had kids that weren’t werewolves, but it really seemed like this was an ‘against all odds’ scenario. She was sure Lydia had figured it out already, the miniscule odds that any of the pack could produce a child that wasn’t some kind of supernatural.
Allison knew her odds, but that was for a whole different reason. It didn’t make her any less inclined to love the kids they had, knowing she couldn’t have kids of her own. Idly she thought that if vampires could have babies, then their teething stages would be a nightmare. She pressed cool fingers to the sticky, wet forehead in front of her, feeling helpless.
She could fix it, she was sure of that, she could make it go away in an instant, but as Melissa kept reminding them it was stupidly important to let kids get sick and build up immunities. So instead they were suffering, watching their little girl suffer. Allison had volunteered to take the night shift, since it wasn’t like she needed the sleep anyway. And she had assumed she’d be doing it alone (insisted, actually, that everyone else go to bed and get some sleep, worrying was doing no-one any good) at least until Anna appeared in the doorway.
She wasn’t about to berate her, though, she doubted anyone was getting much sleep. She simply held her free hand out for the other. “Hey, couldn’t sleep?” Her voice is soft, but it still feels like it breaks the stillness of the night. “She’s okay,” she assured her gently, lightly pulling the other close, kissing the back of her hand.
Carta para Park en la clase de Español.
Estimado señor Sheridan. Me gusta comer su cara. Besos, Eleonor.
*sees cool animal characters*
*tries to draw one*
*fail miserably because cant draw animals*
EVERYONE SHOULD GO WATCH ASHES TO ASHES, JUST FOR THIS SCENE.