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TFLN

[myheadisaprison]

Jo & Dean

[tobeclosetohim]

[ From Here; #2 ]




[ Somewhere Jo is rolling her eyes. The fact that she's smiling is entirely beside the point. ]

I'm pretty sure you just negated your own point, with your excuse, there.

rebekah and cisco

[itconsumesher]

He obv doesn't know that telling a woman to chill will get him murdered

Re: TFLN

[misskringle]

(Gary/Kristen from here)

Its just something women like to talk about, nothing to worry about.

Its ok, I know you can't help sometimes snooping (I'm just glad you let me and Dr.Thompkins know what's going on).

Did I warn you about Nygma and the riddles?

@smoak

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Get that Vaporean! I have faith in you!

See? I knew you could do it.

Eh, I was on a walk wandering for Pokémon and decided a drink wasn't unreasonable.

@kiratsunes

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

It would be pretty hilarious.

Sounds perfect. What are your thoughts on pineapple on pizza?

@queenleftbehind

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Yeah, older brothers are kind of a pain in the ass like that. Often. I think it's just how they're all wired or something.

Yes, good, I need that after a kick Oliver. Pretty sure he's built like a freaking rock.

@makeyourpeace

[chaosfollowsme]

[continued.]

do actual fully sane people even exist? im pretty sure they dont

mmm he does sound delicious.

@dresdensluck

[chaosfollowsme]

[continued.]

You make it sound so good. I think you may be ready for a test drive.

@curiousnotmalicious

[nothellsbitch]

[continued.]

Can't say no to booze I don't have to pay for.

for @thisismadfreaky

[snowandfrost]

Don't ask but I'm going to need you to bring a sweater, a few magnum ice cream bars, and probably the transmorgifier.

for Snart bc let's start this out right

[middlefinger]

(863):
I just got free tacos, you would be so proud of me.

(863):
Clarification, I got free tacos without performing any sexual favors.

Pic Prompts

[myheadisaprison]

Re: Pic Prompts

[tooprecious]

1 | 2 | 3

kol

[swanisms]

1 2 3 4 5

Kol (Potentially 6I AU?)

[tobeclosetohim]

Scott

[cant_take_waiting]

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Scott

[tamed_the_fire]

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

For CIsco; I MAY HAVE GOTTEN A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY

[quickgenius]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

For Kol

[hexenschade]

Imagine Kol walking up to one of the following:

One | Two | Three | Four

[Imagine Kol walking in to either the Mikaelson compound or one of his other places to find one of these - orrrr any other scenario any of these pop up!]

Random Scenario

[myheadisaprison]

[or for inspiration.]

Scott

[lucidseduction]

The world wasn't supposed to end like this. Where everyone died around them. She was hoping that it wouldn't come to this. Wouldn't come to... well, losing all of their friends. Hell, she's pretty damn sure that she was losing her brother too. Samantha McCall didn't do well with loss. What else she didn't do well with were her powers. They showed up at the most in opportune time.

"Scotty?" After all, she had to make sure that he was still there. Still alive.

Fluff

[myheadisaprison]

Angst

[myheadisaprison]

Lincoln

[recruited_hacktivist]

It was supposed to be her and she'd told them that. Lincoln shouldn't of been out there. Shouldn't of been the one to take out Hive. It had hit her pretty damn hard and she hadn't taken it well. Enough that SHIELD was chasing her now. The papers talking about Quake this and Quake that. She wouldn't let them get to her. After all, she knew how to get past all of it.

So she's taken to hiding and keeping track of where SHIELD was, doing what she needed to do. Taking what she needed to take in order to survive. Even though now... now she was feeling restless, but she knew that she couldn't stop. Couldn't let it mess with her head.

Not now.

Voicetesting

[myheadisaprison]

Mike Ross | Suits

[eideticstoner]

[Playing him pre-canon, before the lawyer job fell into his lap. He won't know anyone from canon at this point.]

BECKS! cw suicidal ideation

[choosetruth]

[It's been a year since Shaun died. A year since Georgia wrote her article and told the people to rise. A year since she shot Tate.

A year since Mahir's first act as the new head of the site was to tell Rick that whatever he did, he was not to let Georgia be alone. She couldn't be trusted.

Ten months since she moved out of her parents' house and into an apartment in Oakland, accompanied by a steady stream of bloggers to make sure she never had a chance to hurt herself.

Six months since she got sick of that and finally started writing again. First only for herself, and then eventually for her blog again. Every day she woke up empty and spent her day missing Shaun and wanting to join him. But she was writing, and that was something.

Three months since Becks started coming around more often, dressed up more nicely than most bloggers bothered with. Georgia never had to learn to flirt. It was unnecessary, all things considered. But she had learned what it looks like if for no other reason than to make sure she could recognize it when she needed to steer ladies away from Shaun. And Becks was absolutely flirting with her.

One hour since Becks kissed her. One hour since Georgia didn't stop her.

She doesn't cry afterwards. She can't . Just like she'd been dry eyed when the van door had shut and when she'd gone to Shaun's funeral. Her eyes couldn't produce tears. So she lies there, awake, with Becks' body pressed against hers, so different than Shaun's, and tries not to feel like she was betraying the one person she's ever really loved.]

I guess we should talk about this.

[insincerecharm]

[The last year has been...rough isn't a big enough word for it, really. Everyone has reacted in their own ways to Shaun's death, dealt with it in the only ways any of them knew how. For Becks, it spelled a lot of amping up her Irwinism and having a few more near-misses to live to tell the tale about. What better way to honor the memory of an idiot poking zombies with sticks than doing the exact same thing, right?

Whatever.
She's fine.

George, however... Well.
No one expected her to be okay, did they? If they did, they were idiots and they should all be looking to kick that person to another staff because they sure as hell didn't belong on the one at After The End Times. But it was harder to watch on this side than Becks would have expected it to be. A leader lost isn't much of a leader, after all.

Becks didn't think much about it at first. Really, she was just trying to get over her own grief, put on the fake smile and force herself to start believing the lie that she was fine. Somehow, it sort of snowballed into something else altogether.

Into this.
Here.
Now.
With her body curled against Georgia's, and ignoring the way she can feel that they don't fit quite right like this. She's clinging to the last sliver of 'god, yes, don't stop' her body has left until she can't anymore.

... ...

Yeah, those words'll do it.

Becks takes in a soft breath, but doesn't shift or move, or let on just how those words may or may not matter to her right now. Her voice is soft and even when she answers.]

If that's what you want.

[It certainly isn't what Becks wants. To break the moment, shatter the illusion. But it's so Georgia it almost hurts. Truth above all else. Always. Even when lying to themselves would feel a lot better right now.]