i had a dream last night that i was watching a new episode of sunny live at the time of broadcast and there was a macdennis kiss onscreen but i waSNT LOOKING AT THE TV WHEN IT HAPPENED and then they EDITED IT OUT for all streaming/syndication and i was oh i was SO angry in the dream i couldn’t even speak
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the amazing showstopping life-changing beautiful lovely and talented @alcego tagged me in the writing game where you post all your first sentences from already posted fics (and also the just as amazing showstopping life changing beautiful lovely AND talented roisin, thank you!) but i don't really care much for those lately so here's the first lines of several WIPs at the moment as a compromise :)
Kevin knows he’s being watched. (with @knickknacksandallthat <3)
“Riko? Are you awake?”
In the morning when Jean is supposed to be sent to his death, he takes five minutes out of his schedule to braid Kevin’s hair. (with @jaywalkers :)<3)
Not for the first time, they are in the infirmary.
“Coach says you don’t talk anymore,” Aaron mumbles, looking out the window awkwardly.
Christmas dinner with the Gordons is perfect.
Some people ride the crazy train. Jeremy drives it.
Neil knows the gray does something to people.
what this tells me is that i am bad at writing first lines HAHA :3 i am tagging um everyone who wants to do this. thank you!
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She's done hundreds of ops just like it, and was more than confident in her ability to get the job done alone considering she'd be dealing with civilian security.
Apparently Hargrove didn't feel the same way.
“Woah, woah, wait a minute—your codename is actually Connecticut? Like…the state of Connecticut?” The lanky marine asked, laughing when she didn't reply. “What, do you have 48 buddies named after the rest of the states? Is your boss Washington D.C?”
Connie clenched her fists by her side and grit her teeth in annoyance—over both his constant chattering, and how on the nose he was. Normally by now she would have said something, but for whatever reason she really didn't want to give this man the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her. He gave her the same feeling York did when he was stressed and lost all social tact, though he was nowhere near as charming and endearing.
God, she missed him—missed all of them.
She was cut off from her thoughts by the strong, silent one clearing his throat.
“Since you're leading this operation Agent, what's our plan?”
Ah, right.
She still didn't like that she, of all people, was in charge here. She was the screw up, she had no leading capabilities, and for all intents and purposes wanted to keep it that way.
If only Wash or Carolina was here. Hell, she'd even take North or J.D in this situation.
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Cant stop thinking about if the tf2 mercs were borrowers it would be so awesome. Can you imagine if the mice in your walls had wars. Can you imagine tint engineer setting up a fucked up rube goldberg machine to kill people with thumbtacks. Can you imagine demo with one of those toothpick swords. What if you opened your pantry and saw little freaks trying to sling shot one another with rubber bands to steal your cereal. Scouts running for his life with a ritz cracker the size of a tire and then he dies because pyro found a matchbox and is birnign everyone 2 death
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HELLO
I’m back from my “death” just to post a modern AU as a present for a very special person’s birthday … @lunamadrigal ,our boys are still well and alive!
happy birthday 🎁
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