#hisandorhers

[poorthackerybinx]

his-andor-hers replied to your post “Thackery Binx giving me life over here. <3”

{ oh my gosh adorable but at the same time knowing what happens next in the gif kills me. my muses and I need to give him love. }

[Ahaha you mean being kicked away by his own father and called a beast? Good times.]

[thexmetarchive]

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“ Okay so it’s not exactly  a five star meal, put it  was prepared with much effort and much love. ”

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Daelyn||Dyson

his-andor-hers

“Oh no, detective... You’re not allowed to sit at this bar and smirk at me to get free drinks just cause it doesn’t work on Trick.”

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Rowan||Emma

his-andor-hers

“You are aware it should be a crime to be as beautiful as you are, right? Somebody needed to let you know before you ended up on a wanted poster, Em.”

[poorthackerybinx]

his-andor-hers replied to your post:his-andor-hers replied to your post:[…actually, it...

{ that’s not a bad thing. I find anything to do with witches fascinating. I don’t remember much about the trials anymore. But it all definitely intrigues me. but alas, I am a lowly stoner. and am very forgetful. }

[I KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THE TRIALS. Ask anyone who has ever heard me go off on them. I took an entire class about them, and have been to Salem...uh...at least ten times. Almost moved there.]

[poorthackerybinx]

his-andor-hers replied to your post:[…actually, it would make a lot more sense for the...

{ once again. you are a genius. }

[Nah, I’ve just read too many books about the Salem Witch Trials and spent too many hours of my life trying to reconcile Hocus Pocus with any remote smidge of historical reality.]

[rvb-sim-soldiers-blog]

his-andor-hers

She feels like she’s being watched. Turning to check her six, a small crease forms between her eyebrows as she sees one of her fellow soldiers. Her eyes focus on the man in front of her–all smiles, despite the blood dripping from the patch over his eye and the center of his chest.

Slowly but surely, the rest of her team–her family–moves behind him, sporting their own gruesome injuries. York, as per usual is the first to speak up.

“Hey there, Carolina,” he greets smoothly. Her eyes slowly move from person to person, each of them smiling at her as if nothing had happened. As if they weren’t all–

She shoots up in bed with a scream.

The first thing she realizes is that the sheets below her are wet, and uncomfortably so. Turning over her shoulder to glance back, she makes a face at the realization that she’d been sleeping in a pool of her own sweat for the past–she checks her clock–two and a half hours. Carolina sighs and drops her head, shutting her eyes tightly and pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

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his-andor-hers After situating Jack into his high chair, Church turns off the stove, moving the last few pancakes onto the plate. He counts them, furrowing his eyebrows, then sighs. How the hell did he make twenty-seven pancakes and not realize it until just now? Once again, his eyes were bigger than his stomach. Maybe he should call Caboose. He'll do the clean up for him. "I'm gonna go wake up your mom," he tells his daughter, placing the pancakes on the table next to the plate of bacon and the bowl of eggs. Christ, why does his wife continue to trust him with portion control? He makes eye contact with her and points to Jack, telling her sternly, "Keep an eye on him, and don't take any more than two of anything. Got it?" Church walks out of the kitchen and heads up the stairs, his steps getting quieter as he nears the master bedroom. Opening the door almost silently, he moves over to her side of the bed, sitting next to her carefully. "Hey," he whispers, leaning down and kissing the bridge of her nose. "C'mon, get up. I have coffee and breakfast ready downstairs."