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@tasedagod

                 “don’t look at me, man. i didn’t ask t’ be assigned t’ this shit.” he eyed her for a long moment. “don’t try me. you can’t leave til we’re done.” it wasn’t like he wanted to be on security detail. that wasn’t really his area.  but they were short handed and eliot did what he was told. which in this case was guard the door while everyone else went through her stuff.

[crowasaurus]

Things My Friends Have Said Playing Don’t Starve - Starters

Oh...I'm on fire.

I'm just stopping by for a bit. I gotta eat.

Will we need a pitch fork underground?

It rains down there too.

Oh you're leaving a trail of balloons with you.

Aren't they cheery?

Just build a fire I'll come back.

Here take my white sticky load.

And now we have a child!

OH SHIT! The bunnies are trying to kill me!

SCREAMING MURDER AND UNCLEAN!

Did you murder bunnies while you were above ground?

I forgot you can't walk by bunnies with meat in your hand.

You think the pigs will feed _____ while I’m away?

Spores are dumb.

I left some balloons around some tentacles.

I was hoping the balloons would help sanity, cuz they're like cheerful?

This monkey is jacking my shit.

[bringerofthestorm-archive]

@tasedagod <3′d for a cheeky one-liner. 

“All this time... And I still don’t know what you study.” 

[ruginite]

It’s that time again! For my new followers/rp partners: This is not a call out. This is me making sure I have the most updated and accurate list of Baz’s active threads. This is also a way for my rp partners to let me know if they need to drop something, or if I’ve misplaced  a thread.

This is a reoccurring thing. A post like this will be posted once a month. Because I like being helpful and I like everyone being on the same page to avoid unnecessary stress for all parties involved.

Click here to view Baz’s thread tracker.

If our thread is not listed here and you still wish to continue it, please send an ask letting me know. If our thread is listed and you no longer wish to continue it, please send an ask letting me know.  I will NEVER EVER bitch at you or hold it against you if you need/want to drop a thread. 

Thanks my sweetlings!

notation of rp partners this applies too under the cut so the post shows up on their notifications.....provided tumblr isn’t an ass.

@alwayscomesback | @amazingspiderling | @brooklynislandgirl | @curiousgoldenthing | @doctahquinn | @dxmolitions | @edithbarton | @erroretscientia | @fubvr | @hitslikeatruck | @morgansmornings | @offorgottenbooks | @pyromaniism | @s-s-sapphic | @shetremors [I know you are on hiatus sweets please disregard I will keep our thread until you tell me otherwise :)] | @styygiian | @tarnishedhalo | @tasedagod | @thebloodisthicker | @thor-theavengergod | @trembledbelow | @vesallkyn 

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“You just had to jump in talking about alien tech, didn’t y–– How did you even know it was alien tech? You only caught a glimpse of it! When it was in a crate!" the exasperated CIA agent yells from his place behind one of the huge sphere concrete barriers where he had leapt for cover just before everything had gone pear-shaped.

Leaning to avoid the next round of purple blasts that tears through the outer edge of his cover, he loads the next magazine into his SIG-Sauer. Not a shake or a fumble beyond the rush of the adrenaline, the firearm is locked and loaded once more, ready for the next opportunity to return fire.

He glances around from cover just long enough to ascertain the position of the ones shooting at them, and then places himself behind the barrier again and looks over at––… 

Who is this woman anyway?

“Nevermind! Look. Just stay where you are and stay down! I’ll come to you, alright?!”

[ruginite]

♔♔

Send me ♔♔ for a photoset/edit/gifset of our muses Status: Acceptin’

No grave can hold my body downI’ll crawl home to her.

[ruginite]

✘ (>_> you suggested the AU, i gotta have it)

Send “✘” for your muse to run their fingers along mine’s scars! Status: Acceptin’

Front side of two am. Wakes in a cold sweat. Hands trembling out of control. The taste of silt on his tongue, that chokes; reminds his lungs they had drowned once. And they make a chest heave. Trying to draw in to much air at once.  Seconds stretching into minutes that might as well be as long as years. Doubled over, trying to find something real to grab hold of. To pull him back to reality. Back to where he is, and not where he was.  But his body is heavy, rooted in place; and all he can do is stare into the blank abyss of mahogany wood. Wishing his mind were as vacant as it was.

But then….

Easy, gentle, skin that runs against his. Quiet but with purpose. That slip over old wounds that will never fade. Map over the evidence left behind of just what hadn’t managed to kill him. And the searing pain, the blinding panic–it flees in the wake of that touch doesn’t it? Runs, to hide away from it. To vanish back into the corners of his consciousness–because she is stronger than it could ever hope to be. 

And old wounds that echo phantom pain, recede in the wake of her fingers. A chest slows in its upheaval. The scent of rotting flesh over run with fresh earth and floral perfumes. And by the time her touch reaches his hands, the tremble has fallen to a simmered existence. Gaze pulled to her with a turn of his chin he’s no control over. The taste of coffee and sweet candy, cleansing away the taint of disease. And he lets himself be pulled back to bed. 

Wrapped about her, as much as hiding within her. Because there is no cure for what’s happened to him. But there is her. And she has always been more than enough to keep the demons that forever gnaw at his door, at bay.

[ruginite]

[[I haven’t been around so this is hella late, I’m sorry! I wanted to make sure it got sent anyway.]]

The present is a bit lumpy and soft, wrapped in paper decorated in dinosaurs wearing various Christmas hats and a shiny orange bow stuck on top. Tucked within are two gifts: One is a scarf made of soft, orange yarn and just as lumpy as the wrapping would suggest. The other is a much neater pair of black, fingerless gloves, knitted by a far more capable hand than knitted the scarf. 

The card set beside the present reads:

Merry Christmas, Baz!

Thanks for tolerating me another year! I hope you like the scarf. Grandma Marie’s trying to teach me to knit. She hopes you like the gloves, too. Even if you don’t like them, let me take a photo of you wearing them so I can tell her you liked them.

<3 Darcy

An easy sort of smile when he finds the present tucked against the wall of his work bench. One that brightens in pieces and parts when opened. The scarf is...well not his thing--but he’ll wear it and lie that it is. Because it matters she took the time to make him something. The gloves on the other hand, that produces a bit of a chuckle. The present ones on his hands, pulled off and replaced with the new ones. 

They’re nice. There won’t really be a lie there when he says so. But even for as much as he loves them--they are taken back off. Wrapped up in the scarf, that is placed up on a shelf for safe keeping. His old gloves put back on. He doesn’t want to ruin the new ones. No matter the fact he could remove any stain found. They still carry traces of the geeky woman that’s made the cubby hole over his work bench a second (or maybe third) home; and he’d like to keep them that way as long as possible.

And once his hands are covered again, his phone is pulled out. A text sent to his sometimes work bay buddy.

[ Text : Straws ] Mom sent extra fudge [ Text : Straws ] Loved the presents. [ Text : Straws ] not lyin ty [ Text : Straws ] got tickets 2 that band u like, ur free Arpil 10th right? [ Text : Straws ] Merry Xmas