#sinriddled

[ladyimaginarium]

it’s the gospel babey-

[ncvabcrn-archive]

   @sinriddled​ :  ❛ watch where you point that thing. ❜ from abbY

   “s- sorry, i-- i never held one of these before.”    ally was never a fan of firearms, they’re loud and loud brings bad memories. their hands were shaking, so it’d be best to put the gun back onto the table; taking a few steps back to get away from it. was it.. something they should avoid? in a world like this; it’d be impossible to, everyone has a gun.

   except for them, apparently.

   “it just... i’ve seen one of these before, this- model.     i wanted to see if it was the same one.” ...same one from what, ally?

[mirrcrspeaks]

@sinriddled - a starter from riley!! xoxo

   “ Agent Adkins, huh?  Nice alliteration.  Makes it easier to remember.  Kind of like, if I were a constable, I’d be Constable Chase. “

Was he talking too much?  Maybe.  If he talked enough, though, he could cover up how fucking nervous he was.  Riley’s leg was a bouncing force under the table that he couldn’t stop if he tried.  Hopefully just talking the pretty agent’s ear off would be natural enough.  That was his strong suit, after all.

“ Oh, you have to try the potato skins here, ” said Riley.  He paused in fiddling with Charlotte’s business card to point them out on the pub menu.  “ They’re absolutely amazing.  Especially if you’re about to do a stakeout, according to Teddy.  Something about all those carbs. “  Maybe she wasn’t here for a stakeout.  Actually, he was pretty sure he knew what Charlotte was here for, but it didn’t hurt to play dumb, right?

[asoulofstars]

@sinriddled​ liked for a starter!

“Should I be worried?” Riona cradled her daughter against her chest, swallowing hard. “I know that it’s just a fever, but...” She trailed off.

After all those days on the Island, which she couldn’t even tell him about because they were lying about what happened when they crashed, she was worried about what Jamie could have picked up. She twisted her Claddagh nervously around her finger and wished desperately that James was there to soothe her, even though she knew he’d probably be more panicked than her.

[chxoticmuses]

SEND ME A  🌻 AND I’LL TELL YOU WHATEVER I WANT

Status: Accepting!

@sinriddled​ said:  🌻 🌻  !!

🌻 My c-section scar has been itching lately and idk what that means. Matter of fact, I don’t want to know what that means!!

🌻 I wonder if people ever see me on their dash and go “Wow, does she ever go to sleep? Because Clarissa is on here constantly!” And the answer is no. I do not go to sleep.

[chcsings]

@sinriddled​ said: ““I love you so much, but you test me every day.” FROM EMM”

   “ You seem stressed, babe!  Why don’t you change and get in on this relaxing spa. “

It was, indeed, Riley’s own spa day at home!  Why would you want to have a spa inside, though, when you could have it outside?  A plastic pool had been set up with a few beachside towels rolled up beside it.  Perched beside him was a refreshing cold beverage as Riley relaxed in his own hot tub on a budget.  Never mind the fact that Portia and Spork were chasing each other around the rest of the yard.

“ Just take a load off your shoulders, yeah? “

[seekesotsibteadmist]

sinriddled said: “   five   bucks   says   you   can’t   do   it  .   ” ( from doug! )

“Well, you’d better be ready to give up that five bucks.“ Saima response with an easy smile before taking the item that Doug thought that they couldn’t handle and just.. downing it. Sure it may have been a truly strange tasting thing and it’s not something they would recommend doing to others.

But they could handle it. They’ve handled much worse before. Having actually had the item in their system takes a moment for them to register before glancing back at Doug. “Well. I did it. It certainly is a lot as something that is.. I guess edible. But I did do so. So.. seems like you owe me.“

Their smile is cheeky, eyes alight with the satisfaction of doing something that probably ‘shouldn’t’ be possible.

[flaxgolden]

@sinriddled​ finally gets a starter

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Daniel frowned at his cup. He hadn’t ordered whipped cream, and that definitely wasn’t his name scrawled on the cardboard sleeve. 

Approaching one of the few others in the cafe, he cleared his throat in introduction. “S’cuse me, are you... Fisher?” he asked, peering at the sharpie scribble again. “I’m thinking we might have mixed up drinks.”