Soap, high as a kite and holding his shark plushie like in lion king: König has a big dick... a- a megalo-schlong.
König, equally as high: have you seen my baklava? No, that's not right, my bak- no. Ba- face mask thing.
Ghost, very much sober indeed, initially trying to get work done but now just filming the entire interaction: :)
~Moss
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Luke: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.
Leia: And you came to me?
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Cletus: Love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake.
Carnage: You are literally making flower crowns for Frances and Eddie as we speak.
Cletus [growling]: Carnage...
Carnage: No seriously, where's my flower crown?
Cletus [pointing a rose stem threateningly]: You're on thin fucking ice.
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Leia: …why am I get notifications that someone’s logged into my Holoflix…? Who’s—
Han and Luke: arguing over what to watch
Chewie: using their distraction to stuff all the popcorn in his mouth at once
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og!Cale: remember that time you dared me to commit arson on ARM
og!Choi Han: no I said "Cale don't commit arson and behave" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and continue to prepare your Molotov cocktails to commit arson.
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My good boy is a voyeur, huh? 😏
THAT’S NOT
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Takemichi: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Inui: I'm a knife.
Koko, from across the room: He's the little spoon.
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Migration Patterns snippet
Amsterdam was Talia’s now, and he’d started there.
It was a quick, easy shot that brought him to Bruges, warm seventeenth century stone worn beloved by the rotted out heart of a retired master weapons maker.
They bought their guns. Armed themselves all the way across the world. But the daggers- the mark of belonging, of rank, came only from within.
He was the best- had been the best to live that long, before Jason put two bullets in his skull.
The girl had been dead for a longer.
She looked, like any second, if Jason could ignore division and missing pieces, like she could take a breath. He could track the way light would move across the room from the marks of faded color on her clothes, slow decaying of fabric. Dressed not just for another decade, but another era entirely.
The fucker had kept it all.
Hairpins. Her hat. A little valise, cracked open to reveal outdated currency and letters yellowed beyond repair. A person, a life, trophies- he hadn’t known where the magic ended, and it was the worst goddam thing Jason had even seen.
A still witch- outside time, outside nature.
If she’d died in this very room seventy, eighty years ago, there was no evidence left to tell of it. No blood, no rot, nothing-
The death of a witch, to kill other witches.
She didn’t look like Elle. Magic didn’t seem to work like that, for all Jason knew, it just was- but in the light, her hair was nearly the same color. His eyes kept catching on it, deep, rich brown remaining intact on one side.
There was a horrible delicacy to it- used and divided so slow, a fucking prize-
Dick answered his phone on the third ring, out of breath from a laugh. “Jason”-
Jason closed his eyes. Turned his back on the worktable, the desk, that snow white coffin’s half a remaining face, and felt more than saw the warm out of season sun slip back behind dense clouds. “Are you with Llewellyn?”
“Yes,” Dick said, and the laugh was gone, “Did something- is Elle okay?”
Blind, Jason pressed his head into the window frame hard enough to hurt. Considered banging his skull against it a few times.
“I need you to give the phone to Llewellyn.”
He didn’t say he’d explain later, and Dick didn’t ask. He would have, three, five years ago. Instead, there was a pause, weight soft, just the sound of his brother breathing before, brisk and accented in his ear, “Todd?”
“You’re a magic doctor,” Jason swallowed, “What do you do with the bodies?”
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Leia: I can’t believe we have to be stuck in this room together!
Han, swallowing the key: Truly unfortunate.
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Is anyone else having a problem with eBay where you have the correct info(address, name, etc) on your account, but when the shipping label is printed out it outputs an incorrect address
Cause some my packages from eBay are arriving with the incorrect address on it and the post office wants to throw hands
I haven't had this problem in the past :/
(ex: 126 Dunder Rd outputs to 123 Dunder Rd)
This isn't a real address, it's just an example
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Character A: ...
Character A: FUCK THE MONARCHY
Character B: Where did the monarchy come from?
Character C: Where did I come from?
Character B: your parents.
Character D: *spits water on the floor laughing*
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Alice, to Varian: Okay, so I know that this is entirely my fault but it's OUR problem now
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Snow: im not antisocial. I just.. don’t like crowds.
Epel: You think four is a large crowd.
Snow:
Snow: Four is a lot.
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