#walkingtherighteouspath

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walkingtherighteouspath replied to your post:You there… Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel loved :)

omg sword in the stone! I LOVE that movie!

ahhh right?! uggh it's been forever since i've last seen it but a;slkdfj it's one of my most faves ever ok

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*throws you my url*

My favorite thing about them: Persistent and doesn't really give up.

My least favorite thing about them: Very stalker vibe.

Do I find them attractive? Yes.

Are we friends? No but I'm sure he knows more about me than most.

Would I date them? I'm not sure he wouldn't try to chain me up in a basement.

Would I marry them? Well, he is pretty to look at, isn't he?

Would I have children with them? Not the safest environment for kids.

Would I die for them? Let's see if he stops trying to take me out first.

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I see you there. Likin' my productivity.

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Stiles was a good cook, okay. He had to be because his dad worked a lot and that meant he'd been taking care of his own dinners for a long time. He was cook at basic stuff, but even had a few meals that were just really his jam. Things he'd learned from his mom and continued to cook after her death.

But it was finals and he'd been studying non stop, quizzing Scott to make sure he'd be able to keep up. And then work right after school. But tomorrow was his father's first day off in a week and he'd wanted to have something special.

 Unfortunately he fell asleep. And as he woke to the sound of the fire alarm blaring, smoke pouring out of the kitchen, he was almost paralyzed by panic. his jumbled thoughts could only think that his mother's recipe box was in the kitchen and he couldn't lose that.

He ducked as low as he could manage and made his way towards the kitchen- stupid, he should have just left, but his mother recipe box was in there- where there were flames coming from the oven. They were licking up the cupboards now, but Stiles could see the recipe box. He darted in, pulling his shirt over his mouth. 

As his hand wrapped around the small wooden box he heard the front door crash in.

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walkingtherighteouspath replied to your post:soooo is it just me or does Silverfinger from the...

They have the same facial patterns and with the age of mortal combat it could be a possibility. *nods*

rIGHT THOUGH? like i was legit washing dishes when all of the sudden i remembered who Silverfinger reminded me of. i hope i'm right cause i will feel like a bamf ngl xD

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With the influx of people in Beacon Hills Stiles was a little on guard when it came to new faces in town. With all the shit going down who could really blame him? "Uh, Howdy stranger..." Smooth, Stilinski. Real smooth.

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Fake IDs & Strange Friendships || walkingtherighteouspath

        The Doctor had heard of some weird random deaths that had been happening by electrocution in the U.S.A., but what really had called to his attention was the message he had gotten to his psychic paper, he was used to the weird by now, but this one that read. 'Doctor Who? Doctor Who?' and was soon followed by a 'Save us Doctor, help us.' He had a mere idea, and had a connection which he assumed was somehow connected to the silence.

         They were by far one of his worst adversaries, and the fact that they were always forgotten once a person stopped looking at them didn't make it any easier. They had tried to kill him on several occasions, even used his own wife against him. But he knew that he had to go, didn't have much other of an option.

          But one of the worst things that could have happened to him, was the fact that it was in New York. He hated, well no, despised New York. It had been the first place where this regeneration had come across the Weeping Angels, where he had lost his two best friends, where a psycho man that collected alien technology had hidden a dalek underground that nearly killed every man in the place.

            He got there in the TARDIS, parked it far away from the actual scene, knowing how last time the Silence had blow the TARDIS to bits. He saw that there was already some other people there, and one of them seemed to him like FBI, well at least his last encounter with one FBI agent hadn't gone too bad, except the fact that Canton was constantly at his throat with a gun.

             He approached the other, taking out his psychic paper to the guy, "John Smith, FBI. So... What have we here agent?" He said turning to look at the man; trying hard to keep at bay his usual child like nature, doing his best impression of his last regeneration which was slightly more serious than this one.

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walkingtherighteouspath said:promos and threads or plots with them? or like maybe a video from the mun, music playlists?

//Those are good ideas. c:

Only problem is I'm a terrible person, so I'm insanely picky about who I roleplay/plot with because I want to make sure it's someone I can click with and someone Dean can interact with smoothly.

That's the only problem...