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@theartofmadeline
ojovivo
titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
d e v o n
sheepfilms
occasionally subtle
noise dept.
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Sade Olutola
shark vs the universe
oozey mess
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Product Placement
cherry valley forever
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@theneuroticcaptain
cabin pressure in five sentences
douglas: anything you can do I can do better
herc: I can do anything better than you
martin: excuse me as captain I command that we focus on actually flying the plane
arthur: aRE WE SINGING
carolyn: oh my fucking god
;; --- [I'll be deleting by the end of the week probably. Sorry.]
Downtown Montreal by olivier.demarcin
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
;; —- [ Considering deleting. No one who I used to rp with is on anymore, and I can’t do the fancy formatting like the rest of you which makes me look like a noobish 15 year old tit, and no one seems to want to pick up Martin and play with him, with the exception of a few of you, so. I don’t know, it’s just not fun anymore.]
;; --- [ Considering deleting. No one who I used to rp with is on anymore, and I can't do the fancy formatting like the rest of you which makes me look like a noobish 15 year old tit, and no one seems to want to pick up Martin and play with him, with the exception of a few of you, so. I don't know, it's just not fun anymore.]
Next is Martin’s shoulder blade, hard under the warm cotton of his T-shirt, and Douglas nuzzles it, lets his mouth shape I love you noiselessly against it. (On the Importance of Timing)
xpathologist:
"There’s really quite a lot of buildings here actually. More than just a few… Yes, it is Dr Hooper. Who are you exactly?”
"God, no wonder I'm lost... I'm... Martin. Martin Crieff. My, er, mum is in having some tests run since she's having another 'not-a-heart-attack'."
❝If you can get him to wear the tights to look like he’s come out of a comic, you’ll be my bloody hero. I don’t do much of the actual crime solving, and, er, not much of a celebrity either. Just… John Watson, really.❞
"Seems he's already got a costume; wears that silly hat like a mask, and that dramatic coat might as well be a cape. Ha... Um, anyway, I'm... probably wasting a lot of your time. Sorry. I'm not usually... chatty."
"I need to assert my dominance as a man!"
How I Met Your Mother Ask Meme
"Well good for you. And just who might you be?”
"Oh you want the blonde over
there? Very nice, if I do say so myself. I don’t think you’ll have all that much trouble wooing her… Those breasts. They’re about popping out of that shirt… So what kind of company is this and why would flirting with her get her to come to you? Don’t businesses usually do all those long talks on why people should join them?”
"Ha-- um. Well, my company is definitely... unorthodox when it comes to matters of standard professionalism. I work for a... quite small air charter company. We need the business. A-also... my co-pilot bet me fifty quid I couldn't get her to have a drink with me..."
dxtective replied to your post:;; —- [*loudly blacklists team b-bsled*]
*loudly curls into you*
[well hello gorgeous]
"Alive is all I want to feel tonight."
{meme}
❝——It’s good to see you’ve decided to let yourself go a little.❞
❝——Sounds like a plan. I’m sure they have an interesting film or two at the hotel. And if not, we could also hang out at the casino for a while. They’re hosting an excellent jazz band tonight that I wouldn’t dare miss. But frankly, I would like to be wherever you prefer.❞
"Huh. A jazz band? I would... really enjoy that. Let's do it. I-I don't gamble - certainly don't have the luck for that sort of habit - but... casino could be fun. Am I... dressed well enough?"
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"what sort of person do you take me for?"
M!A: Baby boom ( 2 months)
It’d started with the sickness. God, it was so awful, he had to call off a few flights, which pissed off Carolyn to no end. And the few flights he felt up to taking ended up with his head in GERTI’s loo with the all-tto-helpful steward rubbing his back and shushing him. Everyone remarked that Martin looked awful, and that he needed to see a doctor so he could get sorted out.
And so he did.
And he wasn’t happy with the result.
Christ, how was he supposed to know he was a carrier? The rarest of men, less than a thousand known in the world.
Two months. He was two months pregnant. And he knew straight away who the baby’s father was.
It’d been a few weeks since he’d seen Hercules Shipwright, when they’d went to see another opera. To be truthful, Martin found them all too long, and couldn’t understand a word, but the music and the atmosphere were pleasant, as was the man he’d been dating. Were they dating officially? He didn’t know. It would feel strange to call a man twenty years his senior his ‘boyfriend’.
After long and careful consideration, Martin decided Herc should know. Before Martin made a decision, anyway. Because it was a decision, and he wasn’t sure which route he would take yet. He couldn’t raise a baby by himself, and he certainly wasn’t giving up his job, and he knew there wasn’t exactly a maternity (paternity) leave policy in MJN’s contract.
After a shuddering breath, Martin finally worked up the courage to phone Herc, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing ‘call’ before he lost his nerve again. He sucked in another breath, holding it, waiting anxiously as he counted the dial tones.
Herc was usually good with crossword puzzles but some of the newer pop culture references were outside of his ken. He was still puzzled by what a “dougie” was (and also wondering what Douglas would do if called this) when he heard Martin’s voice.
Glancing to 16, he swiftly wrote it in. “Thank you, Martin.” He said as he looked up with a warm smile. “The only actor I could recall from that film was Anthony Edwards and obviously he didn’t fit in the spaces.”
Martin chuckled warmly, folding his hands on the table and staring at his slightly calloused fingers contemplatively. "I, er, did the crossword this morning already, actually. As much of it as I could answer, anyway. Exercising the brain..." He coughed, hoping he wasn't sounding too rambly. "So, er, what's on the agenda after dinner, Captain Shipwright?"
Baloo in the village
Having to wait for Skip to open the door was like being on board Gertie and waiting for the take-off; except that Arthur knew it wouldn’t be half as bumpy. He shifted his weight excitedly on his feet, and just when he thought that perhaps Skip wasn’t even at home, he heard his cute, familiar voice from behind the door. And then the door opened, and Skip was standing right there - right in front of Arthur - and looked just as brilliant and small as he did in Arthur’s head whenever he tried to think back at the times when they’d all still worked together.
"Skip! Hi, Skip!" All that happiness and excitement to be here now, with Martin, after so many months of not being with Martin, finally bubbled up in Arthur’s belly, and he wrapped his arms really very tightly around his friend to pull him into a long, firm hug that lifted Martin right off the ground because he was really short and Arthur, well, Arthur wasn’t. “Hi! Hi, Martin! Oh, it’s brilliant to see you again - and I made it all the way here, just for you, and you didn’t know I was coming because it’s a surprise, and now I’m here, and you’re here, and we’re finally being at the same place at the same time again!” He really carefully put Skip down again and drew back so he could look at him - and, oh, he really was just as cute as he remembered him! Arthur just had to hug him again, this time a bit more carefully, and it was great, because he could smell the shampoo in Martin’s curly hair and feel the softness of his shirt against his fingertips. “I thought Switzerland was a bit more toblerone-y - I wanted to buy one, but they don’t accept euros here… did you know that, Skip?! And also, wow, you’re speaking French now! That’s brilliant! Who taught you? Was it Douglas?”
Martin stood dumbfounded as the man who once served as his steward manhandled him. He felt dizzy, and his stomach was buzzing like a television with no reception. It was so unexpected that Arthur was suddenly here in front of him, with his strong, careful arms wrapped around the pilot's slender body, that Martin thought he was being washed away with the tide and swept under the ocean. "A-A-Arthur," Martin stammered, his voice cracking. He wanted to start answering the other's barrage of questions, but found his chest constricted by the hug-- or perhaps something else. He slithered his hands between them and pried himself from Arthur's hold, pulling away but keeping at a friendly distance away. "I-- you pick up a bit of language when you live around it-- they don't use euros, the national currency is francs-- Arthur, what on earth are you doing here? How-how did you even find me?"
