#intelligentxhalfwit

[itsjustkind]

“Yes, this was supposed to happen.”

Getting caught in his own traps was starting to become a habit. An embarrassing one at that. The Doctor had designed the trap specifically so that anyone who became trapped wouldn’t be able to free themselves very easily at all. All it had taken to set the trap off was for his foot to skim one of the ropes.

“I always test out my traps to make sure they’re working. Obviously. Now go away.”

✧･ﾟ: * @intelligentxhalfwit *ﾟ+.*.｡ sc *:･ﾟ✧

[soulsunforgiven]

intelligentxhalfwit replied to your photoset: some spam account on facebook is trying to play...

somebody once told me that bots were gonna spam me

THEY AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOLS IN THE SHEEED

[fieldcoordinatcr]

For @intelligentxhalfwit​ | Cont. from here (x)

Anonymous:‘ so i feel like you were mad at me yesterday and i don’t know why so i made a list of everything i did and i’m gonna try not to do any of them again. ’ (from fieldcoordinatcr)

P&R

@fieldcoordinatcr​

“Oh, Jess, that’s really, um, not necessary,” Connor replied, a bit taken aback. “If I seemed a bit grumpy or snappy yesterday it’s because I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep.” Truth be told, he hadn’t completely adjusted to being back home yet. His body hadn’t gotten used to the fact that he no longer needed to sleep in shifts with Abby. “It wasn’t you at all.”

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Oh thank god. Jess had been worried she’d done something to upset the recently returned man. All she wanted was to become friends with him and Abby and learn all about their previous work for the ARC...if she happened to learn more about a particular Captain then so be it. A hand reached up to cover her chest in relief. ❝ Oh, great! I was worried I’d upset you. ❞

Spinning around in her chair to face him she then frowned. ❝ Well...not GREAT. I mean- Sleeping is important. You know what I meant. But is there anything I can do to help? ❞ Sleep was very important, and as he and Abby were staying in her guest room she began to wonder if they needed something and just hadn’t said. ❝ Do you need anything? ❞

[thunderhawke-archive-blog]

@intelligentxhalfwit

Scavenging was fun. Not really, but if he told himself that it might make it easier. Just Mael and his two best friends: his dog and his surly younger brother. It’s like a party. 

So the three of them set out from Woodbury in the early morning with empty bags. They were looking for a lot of things, but Mael expected all that they would find would be scrap metal and canned salsa. Maybe his mother could MacGyver something resembling a meal out of canned salsa, but Mael had no idea how. Still they had to try. Their Esteemed Leader had commanded it. Carver hated being ordered, and although Mael was inclined to agree he kept his mouth shut. Woodbury was safer than most places and he didn’t want to put his mother through months of hunkering down in abandoned buildings eating whatever scraps hadn’t already been stripped clean. Not again. 

It was Bear that noticed the noise first. He pulled back his ears and growled at the bushes. Carver lifted the makeshift pike he’d taken to using as a weapon. Uneven footsteps, heavy on the ground. Someone- or something- was coming. Mael put his hand up, stopping his brother in his tracks. He called out warily, 

“Anybody alive there? Come out and talk. Promise, we won’t bite so long as you don’t.”

Carver made a frustrated gesture. Why the hell would you tell them we’re here? Mael motioned to the brush and to himself. Trust me.

[penniesfortheferryman]

@intelligentxhalfwit ;; closed. 

         “... well that is a bit strange isn’t it?” Kharon questions, seeming to show up out of nowhere, speaking to the other, but mostly to himself. Curious hues looking about, where was he? A place he has not been before? Or was it the time that was unexplored? Either way Kharon was excited for something new.

[billsxbabyxgirl]

@intelligentxhalfwit liked for a Christmas starter!

“What’s your favorite part of Christmas, Connor?” Jo asked as she continued decorating the small tree.

[has-apulse-blog]

Gracie kept her head down as she weaved through the crowd, trying not to draw any attention to herself. The unfamiliar streets were making her anxious, and she was sure it was showing In her worry over her environment and keeping invisible, she was unaware of the person she was about to run into and how that collision would impact her.

She felt herself smack into someone before stumbling backward, almost falling over. “Oh my, I, um, I’m so so-sorry. I should’ve been looking whe-,” Gracie cut herself off when she saw the stranger’s face. Or were they a stranger at all?

Freakdog.

The word echoed through her mind until snippets of memories played through. A prank gone wrong and the coma it resulted in. “-and Harriet, you could lose your green card.” Friends dying off like flies. “Maybe I’m next. I’ll work on being worried.” Blood. So much blood as she could practically feel the life leaving her, even now.

Snapping back into reality, her eyes widened in fear as she looked at the man in front of her. Gracie squeaked out another apology, gathering up her dropped belongings and hoping that Kenneth didn’t remember her as well.

@intelligentxhalfwit

[compassionsblade-archive-blog]

Blaze it

*takes off mask to reveal i’m actually a cop*

ha you’ve been FOOLED

BAMBOOZLED

book ‘em boys we got another WEEDLORD