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[m2m-frxsh]

Just bought this amazing huge Incredible Hulk painting that's bigger a door custom canvas and pure dopeness 🔥💯🔥💯🔥💯🙏🏾 p.s. painted by a marvel illustrator - Dr. 11.5 - #art #painting #incrediblehulk #Marvel #avengers #avengermovie #nerdporn #comicbookkiller #cosplay #nerdvana #geeksquad 😂 (at Marvel Entertainment)

[evo-devo-cos]

Framing Order: {Drabble for SH}

Cosima was standing inside of a Jo-Ann Fabrics, looking this way and that. In one hand, she was holding a coupon Alison had given her for 60% off her custom framing order, and in the other a print inside of an envelope from Kinkos. She looked past bolts and bolts of fabric, reams of trim, the cutting counter and the sewing machine display until finally, tucked into the back corner with furniture foam and batting she found the framing counter. It was abandoned, and Cosima wouldn't have been surprised if a tumbleweed of pillow fluff came rolling by. She rang the bell and waited.

She wasn't surprised that Alison had coupons for a place like this, let alone didn't visit every day. She'd seen that craft room, she was aware of the need for sewing speed. Setting the paper down, she gingerly pulled the print out of the envelope and held it up to the florescent light. She hoped they could accomodate her specific request. It was a gift, and one that had to make it by a specific date. Yet, looking around, it didn't seem they'd be able to. After all, these frames were run-of-the-mill at best. Sherlock deserved better. 

She'd been thinking about him a good deal lately, when her mind wasn't on work or the Clone Club. He would slip in and out of her thoughts, the smallest things bringing to recall the sound of his voice, or the scent of his aftershave. The other day, a piano track on her Spotify shuffle made her daydream about his fingers. 

Then it hit her. Cosima was infatuated with Sherlock Holmes. No matter how she tried to justify it otherwise, she'd quietly and with little alacrity, taken him into her heart and let him stay there. Hell, the whole reason she was standing where she was was the need to make the perfect Valentine's present. Smiling her herself, she thumped the cupped palm of her hand into her forehead.

"Eureka moment." she said out-loud. Before anyone could get to the back counter, she scooped up her coupon and moved away. Maybe she could call in a favor to the art kids. But before that, Cosima pick up a few spools of colorful needlepoint thread to wrap around a few of her dreads. She felt like being a little fancy for the upcoming holiday. And she had more than than just the one coupon; Thank you, Alison.

Sherlock would receive, upon the fated day, a present wrapped and tied off with a bit of colorful thread. Inside, a light box with a picture of his sequenced genome modge podged onto the surface, which would be illuminated from behind once plugged in. Also inside the box, a note.

" SH,

I hope my crazy science and yours will collide again someday soon. Until then, please accept this gift of your illuminated DNA. I thought it would make a radical night light.

Sincerely,

Cos."

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snuggle reversed

meme: send 'snuggle' for my muse's reaction to yours snuggling against their chest. send 'snuggle reversed' for my muse's reaction to finding him/herself snuggling against your muse's chest.

Kaylyn blinked her eyes open to the quiet apartment, an unfamiliar feeling washing over her. She could see the gentle rise and fall of a chest, hear the quiet thuds of a heartbeat. But she had been… she was at… Her head tipped back slowly to see Max, and she slowly shrunk back, pulling her arm to her side when it had previously lain across him. “Sorry,” she said softly. She was affectionate, but this was… they were friends, right. “I must have fallen asleep and I’m… I’m big on cuddling. Apparently forceful cuddling.” She could feel her cheeks warm as she pushed herself up. “Not appropriate friend touching. I know that, I swear.”

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kaylyn → maxwell

Max: You know it’s more or less Under Pressure with like… one note different right?

Max: Also are you drunk?

Max: Without me?

Kaylyn: DUHNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNNUNUNNUIUUUNNUNUN

Kaylyn: I tink that was too many.

Kaylyn: Maaaaayyyyyyybeeeeeee? ;)

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⁇ Kaylyn

meme: send “⁇” for a drunk text.

[ kaylyn ] — o e o e o. ics ice bb.[ kaylyn ] — hahahaha. this is the funnust song EVER.,

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∞ Kaylyn

meme: send ∞ for my muse's reaction to yours gently taking their hand.

Kaylyn wasn’t sure why she was nervous. It was a habit now, a way of being. The tightness in her chest, elevated heartbeat, they were like a constant state. It didn’t even matter what she was up against, because everything could set her off. But she felt a warmth slip into her hand, and it was odd. Odd because she didn’t have anyone who felt comfortable taking her hand… or at least, she had thought. Turning her gaze, Kay came face to face with the gentle smile of Max. It was strange, almost like a salve to her mind. Beats came slower, the subtle jitter of her bones slowly coming to a stop. Someone she could be around, and be herself. It was something she had a hard time finding… but now she had. A hesitant smile slowly turned up the corners of her mouth as she gave his hand a squeeze, her silent thank you.

[ripleywarlowe]

comicbook-killer

Ripley was generally uncomfortable with waking up in a strange and unfamiliar bed, but the moment consciousness hit him an awareness of where he was and why he was there flooded over him, filling the young man with a distinct sense of contentment. He was more than happy to lay there with his eyes shut for a few good minutes, reflecting on the loveliness of it all before even bothering to sit up and coax himself into relative alertness. There was a yawn, a stretch, and a quick happy glance back to the other in bed, and Ripley was ready to slide on his pants and ponder on how silent of an exit he should make. He wouldn't want to overstay his welcome, after all, but it seemed rude to not say goodbye. 

It was when he began to search for his shirt that he caught a glimpse of the bright white world outside. His brow furrowed as he mentally scolded himself for never paying attention to what the devil the weather was doing. He'd heard something about snow, perhaps from James, but he thought that was a day off. 

Judging by the state of the city outside, he found he was very, very wrong. 

Which could be problematic in terms of his smooth exit. 

Sigh.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to see if he could find out what was going on, and hoping to everything it wasn't too forward, he shuffled over to the television ( keeping the volume low, naturally) to see if he could get any of the latest news. 

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✿ Katlyn [mostly because I enjoy their texting]

meme: text messages from my muse to your muse ✿ for a gossipy text

[ kaylyn ] — You didn’t hear this from me.[ kaylyn ] — But that new boy in accounting is apparently on the prowl. and I swear someone told me they heard him say your name.[ kaylyn ] — Again, you didn’t hear this from me.