#somethingwrcngwithme

[amanandgoodatit]

‘spinning murder gloves in london’

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[aspenknightsghost]

@somethingwrcngwithme

“S let me ask you this one question.” he said as his legs gave out under him and he landed crosslegged at the center of the foot of the man’s bed. “Do you think there’s any truth in ghost stories?”

[stonembrother-blog]

@somethingwrcngwithme continued from (x)

tony looks around briefly.    he doesn’t particularly mind being here, but in his eyes he did have better things to do with his time than shop for bras.   still, rather than wait for an assistant,     he may as well accept the help. “ Yeah, sure. ”    he holds up two bras,    alternating between holding each one over his chest. “ Just imagine me with longer,    lighter hair -and only slightly more feminine features. ”

[maxlewiinsky-blog]

@somethingwrcngwithme started following you

“Oi, Kent! I need those reports. Are you’re done fuckin’ about, or do I have to go get Chandler to deal with you? I realize I’m not your superior officer, but I still outrank you and Chandler asked you to get me those reports earlier and guess what? I still don’t have them.”

[ofgreatstrength-blog]

[ @somethingwrcngwithme. ]

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He’s already tripped once, lagging behind as the two run, and he pauses, lifting a hand to his head to stop blood dripping further down his face. He scrambles back up. This was not how he wanted to spend his day, being chased by a serial killer. He hears the urgent shouting, and he scrambles up, skinny legs carrying him as fast as they can. “We’ve gotta find a place to hide” If they carry on running, eventually they’re going to get tired, and get caught.

       A pain in ankle shot up to her knee, forcing pace to slow as Percia took a few deep inhaling breaths. Neck and head twisted around to make certain companion still followed behind. “I know.”

       Turning a corner, fingers curled around a side door and pulled. A squeak left her as it opened but the female closed it over, leaving it ajar. “Come on. Let’s try these doors further down. Maybe if we head high... we can wait for backup.”

[itsmrshudson-archived]

somethingwrcngwithme entered 221 Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson fixed her dress when a knock echoed through the ground floor of 221 Baker Street, stepping out of her flat and crossing to the front door. She swung it open and smiled warmly at the person on the other side. “Yes?”

[unstablekrays-blog]

“Didn’ fink you’d be seein’ me again, did ya? You ‘n your handlers made life a bit tuff fer Johnny ‘n me. Learn t’ play nice, yeah? ‘R else you’ll be playin’ wiv me cutlass again.” The fact that Jimmy came to deliver a threat himself says something.