#macgyver rp

[wildthiiing]

“Hangman, you look .... good.”           “Well, I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”

indie multimuse feat. bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw by ariel indie sideblog for jake ‘hangman’ seresin by lanie

[st0pcrying]

and    they    say    YOU    HAVE    GOTTA    STOP    CRYING    ALL    THE    TIME!

𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖    𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎.    𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗    𝚋𝚢    𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢,    𝟸𝟹,    𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢/𝚊𝚕𝚕    𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜.    𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐    𝚝𝚘    𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗    𝚊𝚗𝚍    𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚎.

[buildamac]

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛? 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. ©

[goodpersn-arch]

DO YOU STILL THINK THAT I’M A GOOD PERSON?

multifandom multimuse. written by quin, 23, they/them. sideblog to @hisseptember.

[secretswritten]

“I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are...”

Muse List

[murdohc]

we     really     got     to     go     through     the     motions?     we     both     know     how     this     is     gonna     end,     okay?     no     matter     how     many     blows     you     land,     I'm     gonna     pull     out     my     gun,     and     you'll     do     exactly     what     I     say.     how     about     we     just     skip     to     that     part,     huh?

ind. priv. sel. murdoc of macgyver (2016). written by quin, 23, they/them. sideblog to @hisseptember.

[scftprctector]

Multiple things, sometimes they’re worth it,           Sometimes all you get is a t-shirt for the troubles.

                                                        written by puppy.   

[macgyverphoenix]

Insomnia + Guilt + Leftovers

@risingrileydavis

Sleep was becoming harder and harder to come by. As if everything Mac had suddenly been forced to deal with lately wasn’t enough- Codex, his newly-discovered aunt trying to set forth a path that would see a quarter of civilization wiped out, his father sacrificing himself- there was a new face haunting him in his dreams now too. A good man named Lasky, gone far too soon and all thank to the latest mission... a mission he hadn’t been on his game enough for. It was his fault Lasky had died that day, even though he’d tried to go in his place the man had been insistent. One more added to the body count that was already starting to add up, and Mac was starting to feel like it was a number that nobody was going to be able to stop.

Rising out of bed because sleep was next to impossible now, Mac threw on a t-shirt and padded out of his room towards the kitchen in the dark. If he couldn’t find a way to sleep, maybe at least he could clear his head and take care of some of those leftovers in the fridge. It was a real comfort knowing that with somebody else in the house now, the odds were better that he’d find more than just a box of baking soda and half an apple left in there. He’d gotten way too dependent on Bozer’s cooking and stocking of the refridgerator, but now that Riley had been staying there it was far more likely to find some kind of takeout just waiting to be discovered.

He aimed to be quiet, the floor plan of the house memorized long ago to not wake his roommate, but when Mac approached the kitchen he could see light coming from the already opened fridge door. Angus squinted as he drew closer, spying the silhouette of someone else standing and taking stock of the inventory inside the fridge. Just a few steps behind her, Mac spoke up in a half-whisper: “Dibs on the Moo Shu Pork, Riles.”