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i saw that ipad ask and. honestly i think one of these guys would be an ipad kid and be mesmerized by baby sensory videos if they were to live in the modern day.
Sr and Manny would definitely watch sensory videos!!!! 🥺 Ucr too (it'd distract him)
and of course-
How touching now they both have dads (Mina has Van Hesling)
There was a time I had everyone from Part 2, all 13 of them
Look at how many units there are now! :D
@problem-free
❝Disgusting... Who let a rat in here? I wonder if I should kill it myself.❞
He kicked Timon over to land on his back. No way he was touching this vermin with his hands.
WIP Wednesday?? Yes, WIP Wednesday!
Rylen nearly ran to the Chevalier’s quarters, warring between thinking too hard and not at all. His thoughts were a sudden whirlwind and his chest tightened with each aggravated step. How was it that he both knew what to do and had no idea? How was it that in a matter of a few months his life had turned itself on his head? Kirkwall, Cullen, the Inquisition, Haven, Corypheus, Skyhold, the Western Approach. Each miniscule event felt like it had led him straight here. Was it much of a stretch to believe it had led him to her? Every step, every decision, for what? To shake his faith, to upend everything he knew and leave him grasping at broken lines of the Chant searching for answers. Answers that no one fucking had. It was too much to believe for a bloody moment that things could be simple. His life had never fucking had that luxury. Never.
Joining the Templars wasn’t simple. Watching his elder brother leave to never return wasn’t simple. Serving his Order by honoring his vows wasn’t simple. Fixing Kirkwall wasn’t simple. The Conclave wasn’t simple. Forming the Inquisition wasn’t simple. Doing nothing else but finding bodily relief in a beautiful woman wasn’t fucking simple.
Everything had to be complicated. He made everything so bloody complicated. Try as he might to shut himself down or block out the worst of his personality, he still managed to destroy the things the Maker gave him. The marks on his face would forever be a testament to that, to his asanine ability to make the largest mess he possibly could at any given moment. A fuckup, a deserter, and a moron.
The supposed ‘Knight-Captain’ Rylen summed up in one fucking sentence.
Rylen banged on the wooden door of Chevin’s quarters. The sound echoed off the corridor, loud and obnoxious. Maybe he’d wake all the lieutenants up. Maybe he wanted everyone to be as miserable as he was.
He didn’t wait for a response. Rylen shouldered the door open and didn’t feel sorry when he found Chevin half-naked, groaning loudly and rubbing his eyes.
“I need to speak with you.”
“Of course you do.”
“About Ke—the Inquisitor.”
“Who else?” Chevin yawned.
“Look, I don’t need you being smug with me or giving me any shit I just—” Rylen dumped his uniform unceremoniously to the floor, he kicked the door closed. He paced the room. He didn’t know bloody where to even begin. He took a shaky breath and ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. “I just need your fucking help.”
“All right, all right, my friend.” Chevin eased himself out of bed, still sluggish, and rolled his head from side to side in small circles. “Remind me never to ask you for a wakeup call.”
Just sent the chapter to my Beta. I might even have it up tonight! :D
❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜
Send me ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for this:
how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : God, he’s talking again. I should’ve just stopped them from saving me. Being a berserker was better than listening to this crap over again.a strange thought my muse has about yours : Remember that time when Billy had nightmares because Stiles dared them to watch a really scary movie so they ended up cuddling in bed together every night for a week because he could make Billy feel safer? He kind of misses those days. Sometimes.a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : Scott struggles in math and needs a tutor. You know who’s good at math? Fucking Billy.
He wasn't expecting company on this mission, and quite frankly, he didn't want it. From his vantage point atop the adjacent building, Castle watched as the other traipsed toward the mob, threatening to muck up his entire mission.
And he couldn't have that...
In one, quick draw, the bow was pulled back, arrow immediately set loose, hitting the pavement just a few inches in front of the man's path.
"You need to leave, now."
First Impression: Sasuke can't admit his feelings (nothing new really)
