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[typicalclint]

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→ " There are people shooting guns at us. We’re stuck under a table at a pizzeria. What part of this looks OK?” The question was rhetorical, but Clint was venting. He didn’t have his bow. He didn’t have a damn weapon on him. Today was SUPPOSED to be a ‘normal’ day. No action, no adventure. Today was SUPPOSED to be mundane.

→ " Brainstorm!”

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➸ ||: ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ; ᴛᴏ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ

The stack of papers on his desk is absurd, a sin against his personality. If he’d known being a sheriff’s deputy would require this much of his brain, he’d have stayed in the army till someone put a bullet in his head. Not that the military actually wanted him anymore. So, yeah, he was stuck writing up reports that a teenager could probably do better than him. He rested a hand on the pile, tapping fingers against the paper while weighing his options. The papers could be procrastinated, meaning an early night and extra sleep (if he’s lucky). 

A female voice asking for the sheriff catches his attention and he turns to look in the direction. Intends to shout across the bullpen that the boss had gone out for an interview, but snaps his jaw shut before anything can come out. The officer talking to her points in his direction and long thin legs are traveling in his direction before he remembers that it’s rude to stare. “Ah...” Very elegant, Deputy Barton, that’s why the girls are always throwing themselves at you. “Can I help you, missus?” Daaamn.

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[the-fearless-devil]

Vacation Time

Matt and Kate had been planning to take a vacation for months ,but due to their respective careers obstacles prevented them from taking one.But today they were finally able to take it.Now,Matt stood outside Kate’s place of labor and waited for her with his suitcase in hand.He called her phone to let her know he was there.

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[text: katie kate] hey so you did good today[text: katie kate] now get over here please so i can tell you in person and with my body

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“I got you something!” (bishopsbows AU)

“I think you’ve been giving me enough lately,” he chuckled. “What is it?”

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[text]:According to google history I spent most of last night trying to buy an elephant. (bishopsbows)

[text] Rich people[text] I swear

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My muse is high on painkillers after a big operation in the hospital. Send me "~" for a drug induced nonsensical greeting from my muse.

He chuckled as he saw her approach, half raising his hand in a silly wave. “Wassup, Junior? How’s it falling?”

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Kate didn't say a word. Instead the archer kept low and quietly made her way to a vantage point. She pushed out the screams as she ducked in the rafters, pulling and arrow out of her quiver she set it and drew back, letting the arrow fly she watched it penetrate the torturer's neck. She then began firing arrows at the other henchmen, watching the arrows hit them in the same spot that their boss had been shot. She felt well justified in her fatal decision and would take the heat later.

Your muse walks in on mine being tortured. Send their reaction.

Clint didn’t particularly care what had caused it, the sudden absence of pain was too much of a relief. His head fell back as he caught his breath. His eyes were shut tight as he focused on the simple action, but he wasn’t completely lost to what was happening. One glance down and he knew exactly who was responsible. “Katie?” He croaked, looking around as if he’d find her.