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❝ Hey, a little help with movin’ the couch. We’re makin’ a fort. ❞

he merely blinked at him owlishly

❝ Are you sure it will hold up? ❞

dozens if not more zombiespatrolled the streets outside after all

#letsgofixit #{ ;;asks }#pETEY #{ AHHHHHH }#{ i love zombies AU }#{ v; undetermined }

YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT SOMEONE BY THE TYPE OF MUSIC THEY LISTEN TO.

HIT SHUFFLE ON YOUR IPOD, PHONE, ITUNES, MEDIA PLAYER ETC AND WRITE DOWN THE FIRST 20 SONGS. THEN PASS THIS ON TO 10 PEOPLE.

ONE RULE: NO SKIPPING

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tagging: infearfulday, marstonheir, letsgofixit, thesebruises

songs:

stronger — 30 seconds to mars

paradise {what about us} — within temptation ft tarja turunen

better than me — hinder

monsters — matchbook romance

wings -- birdy

only one — the goo goo dolls

this is usually the part where people scream — alesana

louder than words — celldweller

waste -- seether

lies — marina and the diamonds

dark doo wop — MS MR

take a moment — armin van buuren ft winter kills

until we bleed — kleerup

anybody seen my baby — the rolling stones

bones - the killers

off to the races — lana del rey

eyes on fire — blue foundation

destroying angel — sneaker pimps

uninvited — alanis morissette

buried beneath — red

#i cant tag 10 people #nope #infearfulday #marstonheir #letsgofixit #thesebruises #omg my playlist is a mess #popurri #συт σf ¢ℓσ¢кѕ

"Hello Peter. Long time, no spooning."

#letsgofixit #im sorry he's a shithead

i internally fangirl every time i see peter & elle in my dash because hello i ship that

#ellexbishop #letsgofixit #dont mind me #i will just...#stalk all your threads #yep #συт σf ¢ℓσ¢кѕ

letsgofixit started following you

"Well, if it isn't the Italian eagle scout. What moral reason to try and kick my ass has brought you here today?"

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For the Asylum // Peter & Sylar

It was a new day, cold morning air drifted over the concrete walls of Clearwater. Early sun filtered through the rusted window-bars. Beautiful according to the standards of his new world. Sylar sat in his chair, mourning the lack of coffee, the lack of a newspaper to fill him in on the present outside. Speaking of newspaper. A newly familiar face shoved through the double doors, ushered in with an equally familiar force.

Sylar narrowed his eyes, Peter's face was covered in fresh buses. Seemed he hadn't yet acquired the taste for Clearwater life. He waited in his seat. Waited for the willful approach. He wondered how long it would take this time around.