#whaticanprove

[delphxn-blog]

whaticanprove

"If it walks like a Fed...  Customs give up and tag you boys in?  Or is this a social call?"

[magcnisms-blog]

*wants to do things with both of you but doesn't know how to do the things because zero koala tea can be found and you two are just... perf*

joellgoran whaticanprove

[thisisfatherspeaking]

{Hello! So, uhm, I found your blog at the beginning of my RP days, a number of months ago, on a different blog and I finally found you again and this is very exciting for me, so I apologise for rambling. But yes, I'm in awe of your ideas and your writing, so if ever you would be interested in threading with me or something, that would be infinitely awesome. If not, then thank you for existing, and I'll see you around. Sorry to bother you!}

Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.

[thisisfatherspeaking]

whaticanprove came searching for answers

"Good aftanoon."

[whaticanprove]

Wake Up Hun!- Vegas AU

The moment Derek awoke, he knew something was amiss. There was something different, something weighing him down — other than the hangover from the night before. A smile twitched its way onto his lips, as he felt Prentiss’ leg against his, her hair beneath his fingertips. His fingertips… Oh God. Glancing at his hand in full, he shook his head, unable to stop upon catching sight of the glinting golden band on his finger. “Emily,” he nudged her lightly, voice rising with alarm, “Emily, I think —… Did we get married?!”

[avengerorassassin]

"Ugh" A small groan escaped her lips, her head was pounding and her mouth was drier than the Sahara desert. How much did I drink? Sh could barely think straight. She noted the obnoxiously loud voice recognizing it as Derek’s. Emily was more than prepare to ignore it when she heard him asked if they were married. “What?” she mumbled sitting upright running a hand through her mussed hair- feeling a sharp tug she pulled her left hand down from her curls, eyes landing on the golden wedding band. “What the hell did you do?” she asked, her hangover now the least of her worries. 

[runningwiththeboysx]

Gaming || Ivory x Morgan

It was the typical Saturday night for Ivory. Sitting in her apartment, wearing her gaming headset and an open beer next to her dressed in her comfiest clothes as she talked (more like yelled) to her team over her headset as she played the first person shooter game that she had put in her system. "Left! I said left dammit! No! I can't get over there in time! Asshole! You just let him die!" As the screen went black, she cursed and took a sip of her beer before picking up her phone and looking at the screen, noticing she had a missed call from Morgan. She rolled her eyes and smiled before pressing the talk button and calling him back, as her game loaded "Morgan? Its Phillips. Sorry I missed your call I was playing my X-Box. Whats up?"

[whaticanprove]

[[OMG A DEREK MORGAN!!! HELLO THERE YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURE!!!]]

{{YES YES, DEREK MORGAN, THAT IS ME! HELLO, DEARIO!}}

[whaticanprove]

I just love moreid ok so they have to be together!

{{Ahh, I love it too -- maybe you'll see some Moreid in one of my threads. Or, if not, you may see it in one of my drabbles!}}