#dontwaitupformehoney

[darcywho]

'So, I hear you might work for me again. Since I didn't realise you'd stopped, the transition should be pretty seamless. What are your demands on the Enterprise, Bones?'

“Well. A new office would be nice since Harry apparently firebombed the last one.”

“But really? You didn’t notice that I wasn’t around? I find that a little hard to believe.”

[darcywho]

god i love you two, but i gotta go to work 

[blondepsychopath-blog]

dontwaitupformehoney

"Me-ow. Flashy suit, killer body, and a mustache that don't look like a patchy weedwhackah's nightmare? Yer a solid eight out of ten, bud."

[darcywho]

Anonloki, thatsmajordanverstoyou, dontwaitupformehoney.

Who are three tumblr users that you associate me with?

...Anymore this is probably incredibly, incredibly accurate since I talk to them all the time. 

[xveresolus]

+rex-stellarum +dontwaitupformehoney +transwarp--theorist +iustimilitis

"Professor, River Song. Pleasure to met you." 

[darcywho]

Alpha: *tells story about excited kid thinking she works for Iron Man*

Me: Aw....YOU STOLE MY JOB YOU WHORE

Alpha: I KNOW AS IT WAS HAPPENING I WAS LIKE, "Darcy is going to kill me." lol

Me: YOU BITCH.

Alpha: I KNOOOOOOW.

Me: How could youuuu

Alpha: I'M SORRY HE WAS SO EXCITED.

Me: Xpppp

Alpha: IT WAS LIKE HAVING A BABY THOR BOUNCING AROUND YOU ASKING TO PLAY YOU JUST CAN'T FUCKING SAY NO.

Me: YOU STOLE MY JOOOOOB.

Alpha: PRETENDED TO! I PRETENDED to steal your job.

Me: TONY HIRED YOU AFTER OUR FIIIGHT. YOU SUUUUUCK.

[darcywho]

The voice sounds amused. Maliciously so. "Smart," it observes. "That won't save you. Neither will distancing yourself from him. Consider yourself... hmm. Collateral damage."

"Joy. You wanna get to the point any time soon, or should I go and get a coffee while I wait?" She was so not in the mood for this. While she may or may not have worked for Tony anymore, she still had a panic button and a suped up Taser, and she was already discreetly reaching for the latter.

[darcywho]

dontwaitupformehoney said: //You realise Tony’s going to be like ‘oh i need a professional baker, how about doing that in addition to the 3276437 other jobs you do for me?’

{And Darcy will tell him flat out, "No you don't. My baked goods are rewards. You don't get to order them. Ever. Now sign the damn paperwork I gave you, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you pick out the flavor of my next batch."}