ahoystilinski

[ahoystilinski]

hii idk if you are new to the rpc or not. and this isnt meant to be rude, but for future reference, smaller gifs are more ideal for threads. :( i'd like to reply to ur open but the size of the gifs is bogging my post editor down. :( p.s you can find regular sized gifs in the #*insert your muses fc* gif hunt / #*insert your muses fc* gif pack tags! just in case you need any help

hi there! there's no problem at all. i've always struggled with finding the perfect gifs tbh so this helps a looot. and since I'm on my laptop it was a pain to find 'em. I'll change and edit my posts right now so there isn't any struggles with that in the future.

thanks a lot for the help!! hope we can write together anon <3

[ahoystilinski]

THE MUMMY (1999) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

looks to me like you're on the wrong side of the river!

by the way... why did you kiss me?

it seemed like a good idea at the time.

that's called stealing, you know.

is it dangerous?

stop it! you'll kill them!

get me a glass of bourbon.

this just keeps getting better and better.

this door doesn't open.

who opened that chest?

i only want four!

the map! i forgot the map!

i think he's filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. i don't like him one bit.

i guess we go home empty-handed... again.

look what i got.

i think you found something.

what exactly is this man in prison for?

you just got promoted.

you're with me on this one, right?

keep him busy.

we are in serious trouble.

this creature is the bringer of death.

you must not read from the book!

where are they taking him?

there's only one person i know that can possibly give us any answers.

can you look me in the eye and guarantee me that this isn't all some kind of flimflam?

i'm a very lonely man.

look at my library!

you're gonna get yours, [name]!

never did like camels.

what do you suppose killed him?

time to go.

take my hand, and i will spare your friends.

will you look at that?

do they know something we don't?

i need a new job.

have you no respect for the dead?

i've dreamt about this since i was a little girl.

you dream about dead guys?

patience is a virtue.

any last requests?

loosen the knot and let me go.

i don't think we need to know this.

ooh... that's gotta hurt.

you... i just don't get.

you probably won't live through it.

everybody else we've bumped into has died. why not you?

you're wondering... what is a place like me doing in a girl like this?

yeah, i was there.

can you swim?

of course we don't let him go!

you'll be dead when they do this.

i think i'll kill you.

think of my children.

i only gamble with my life, never my money.

i may not be an explorer or an adventurer, or a treasure-seeker or a gunfighter, but i am proud of what i am.

give me frogs! flies! locusts! anything but you!

compared to you, the other plagues were a joy.

i am so very sorry. it was an accident.

you are a catastrophe.

oh my god, i hate it when these things do that.

is he supposed to look like that?

of course i can swim, if the occasion calls for it.

now, because of you, we have failed.

you think this justifies the killing of innocent people?

what did you say?

i don't want to tell you.

let me get this straight.

you don't have any children.

you lied to me.

i lie to everybody.

what makes you so special?

sorry. didn't mean to scare you.

the only thing that scares me are your manners.

have you got any bright ideas?

i'm thinking. i'm thinking!

you'd better think of something fast.

what are we going to do?

wait here! i'll go get help!

i thought you said you didn't believe in all this fairy tales and hokum stuff.

forget it! we're out the door, we're down the hall, and we're gone!

i told you not to play around with that thing.

you heard the man. no mortal weeapons can kill this guy.

listen! we've got to do something!

is that my problem?

i appreciate you saving my life and all, but when i signed on, i agreed to take you out there and bring you back. end of job, end of story, contract terminated.

that's all i am to you? a contract?

you can either tag along with me or stay here and try to save the world.

do something!

you know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance.

what's the challenge then?

rescue the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy, and save the world.

death is only the beginning.

why are you going back?

i'm going downstairs to get me a drink. you want something?

[ahoystilinski]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER SENTENCE STARTERS pt. 1

❝ are you all very stoned? ❞

❝ god! what is your childhood trauma?! ❞

❝ i want to date, and shop, and hang out, and save the world from unspeakable evil. you know, girly stuff. ❞

❝ i know you'll never love me. ❞

❝ love isn't brains, children, it's blood. blood screaming inside you to work its will. ❞

❝ i know i'm a monster, but you treat me like a man. ❞

❝ you wanna go steal some stuff? ❞

❝ why is it always the virgin women who have to do the sacrificing? ❞

❝ i know what you're doing. you think if you get me mad enough i won't be so scared AND HEY, it's working! ❞

❝ i'm not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots here. ❞

❝ great, now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day. ❞

 ❝ i may be love's bitch, but at least i'm man enough to admit it. ❞

❝ sorry, but i'm an old fashioned gal. i was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies. ❞

❝ we saved the world. i say we party. ❞

❝ your mouth is open and sound is coming out. this is never good.. ❞

❝ i'm afraid we're having a slight apocalypse ❞

❝ demons after money. what ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? no one has any standards anymore. ❞

❝ well, i'll just jump off that bridge when I come to it. ❞

❝ i believe the subtext here is rapidly becoming text. ❞

❝ i'm way off my game. my game's left the country. it's in cuernavaca.. ❞

❝ it's like talking to a wall. only you get more from a wall. ❞

❝ the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it.. ❞

❝ and you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. ❞

❝ you know what, i was wrong. you are an idiot. ❞

❝ well, before i succumb to the ravages of old age, why don't you tell me what brings you here. ❞

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robin buckley / open to: anyone.

Finally, something to get distracted with. "Family Video, this is Robin. What can I help you with on this fine Tuesday?" She held the receiver against her ear, moving around with the phone in hand, needing to be on the move to not fall asleep. Eyeing the store as to make sure no one would need attention. Not like there were many people, just one costumer inside. She hadn't been sure if she would be able to hold down the fort while she was left alone for a bit, yet here she was. Bored out of her mind. At this point, she was waiting for a miracle.

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steve harrington / open to: anyone.

"Woah, woah--- slow down for a second." His hands lifted for a moment. "Huh?" Steve tried his hardest not to appear confused, but he still couldn't help his ever so expressive features to show that he wasn't following. "Care to explain before we reach any conclusions? From the start." He then added, his arms now crossed over his chest. Chocolate glaze staring back at them, his focus entirely on whatever this urgent topic was about.

[ahoystilinski]

Lately I've been dressing for revenge.

[ahoystilinski]

jj maybank / open to: anyone.

JJ couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he took his sunglasses off, his boyish grin was wide as his gaze traveled throughout their surroundings. "Ha! I told ya it would work, didn't I?" He gave a clap of excitement, taking a few steps around the boat, "I dunno why we don't follow my ideas a lot more. We totally should." This time it was pure dumb luck. That was why. But he said nothing about it.

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stiles stilinski / open to: anyone.

"What? No! I'm not gonna wait here and let you do all the job, no way," Stiles was quick to react. His frame straightening while his eyes flew right to them, he was trying to sound as stern as possible. His mind racing to the many possibilities of something going wrong, making him throw the idea out of the window almost immediately. In order to leave no room for argument. He was stubborn either way. "I'm coming with ya." He basically confirmed. And before they could react, he turned off his Jeep, grabbing onto the keys to join them.

[ahoystilinski]

guess who’s back. back again.

anyway, i’m hopping in here to slowly go back to track. i’ve been on a long hiatus. things happened, life happened, I’ve been mourning two of my dogs over the last couple of months, family stuff happened. so — yeah. if anyone’s up to writing once again with me, or to hop in into any of our previous plots, i’m in.

hope y’all are having a nice start of the weekend ! <3

[ahoystilinski]

happy pride month to everyone who came out, to everyone who hasn't and to everyone who can't.

i hope you have a safe pride month and a safe life. protect queer poc. protect trans lives. respect pronouns and gender identities. look after each other.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🩵🤍🩷

[ahoystilinski]

working on replies and posts as we speak, it’s nice to be back. <3

[ahoystilinski]

On the way to the van, the young Doctor kept his cool, nervous fingers placing the loose strands of brown hairs behind his ears. His mind distracted itself with the loose clues of the case. If the victims had connections, if some other close people could be interrogated, if a witness saw something else they said they saw. Reid started the walk towards the SUV when a familiar rhythm was heard. He couldn’t help but look over to Charlotte, who seemed way too distracted into her humming to notice his stare. The curl in his smile and the way his fingers tapped against the sides of his legs showed he enjoyed the tune.

“Do you usually listen to Beethoven?” He curiously asked, suddenly, once they were seated inside the vehicle. The smile still plastered across his features, hiding the tired look from earlier that day. Spencer seemed genuinely interested in learning that from her — like every piece of knowledge he gains, sure, but this? It was slightly different. It gained an unusual sense of warmth. The kind that makes your heart beat faster somehow. And of course, excitement. Finally, someone who genuinely knew at least one tune that wasn’t the typical pop, rock or rap song on the radio. Not like something was wrong but, how many people their age hum the rhythm of classical music on a random Tuesday? Even with that song being the most known in history, it surprised him. In a good way.

As they began their trip, Reid took that as an opportunity to tell Charlotte a fun fact. “You know, there are a high number of benefits that come with listening to classical music. Like for example, a calming effect is induced by it since it releases dopamine, activating the brain’s reward and pleasure center, spiking pleasure. It also prevents the release of stress hormones — which helps reduce blood pressure.” He info dumped, tone much lighter this time as he spoke excitedly. With his hands moving around to help himself explain better, brown eyes moved towards the driver, “mood is improved from there, clarifying thinking — makings tasks like studying and reading a lot more enjoyable and easier.”

“ Don’t lie to me.”

To Spencer Reid

From SA Charlotte Rothman

“Hm?” His first reaction was to act distracted. One of the first rules of the team was to not profile each other, yet every single one of them kept breaking the one rule. Sure, this wasn’t profiling, but Spencer felt somehow exposed under Charlotte’s gaze. “I’m not lying to you. I am just focused on this case. But I didn’t go anywhere last night, nothing happened, everything’s fine.” Furrowing his eyebrows, he tried to act serious to be convincing enough.

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Hopper felt himself breathe once hearing the kids weren’t in current danger, even forcing himself to stay next to the line instead of rushing towards their rooms to confirm it with his own eyes. Confusion set into the man’s expressions, was it what he was thinking? Should he held onto the hope he thought he had lost? Sam wouldn’t give him a warning unless it was something serious, right? The doubts are him alive.

And then — his heart stopped, only then to beat rapidly against his chest. He heard her name and everything stopped. Joyce survived. Was it a dream? Was it something his mind tricked into thinking? Was he a part of a sick joke? No— she really is alive. All he needed was to see it with his own eyes. “Joyce?” Was all he could say at first, shocked by the news. Jim had to stop himself from breaking right then and there, not wanting to disrupt the silence in the house. Yet lips trembled and his eyes shred tears. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Worry mixed itself with other emotions, since the Russians were still involved with this. He could only imagine what the woman went through. “She’s alive and breathing? I can’t fucking believe what I’m hearing, I just— she survived.” His breathing quickened and his hold on the phone hardened. Jim’s thoughts tangled, all becoming a blur from the shock. All he knew was that Joyce would be coming back home. With the kids. With him.

The Chief wasn’t a patient person, everyone knew that. Not when it was about the people he cared the most. Like Joyce Byers. The only way he’d be able to wait would be under the same roof as her. There wasn’t a way, nor a force that would stop him from running to Joyce. “Will you be staying there for the night?” He asked, already planning his moves from now on. Right now, knowing the kids were safe, that Joyce was alive and Sam would help, he couldn’t sit and stay back. He knew for a fact that he won’t be sleeping at all that night. So, if he had to stand on a waiting room for the whole night just watching at a door, then he’ll do that if that meant having Joyce back with them. “Listen, Sam. Tell me the exact address. I’ll tell Jon that he’s in charge and will be heading out there now. An hour and a half max.” That wasn’t a question, it was a fact. There won’t be a thing in any dimension that would stop Jim from being there. He won’t let Joyce go through this alone. Not anymore.

There wasn’t a day where he didn’t dream of that moment. The nightmares came but never went, flooding his brain with guilt and anxiety. He could still feel the punches shared with that Russian soldier but that was nothing compared to the way his heart broke in a million pieces once his eyes connected with Joyce’s and they both knew. They had to stop this, trying to avoid hurting the children more, they were their priority. Yet, his priority was also the woman. And he didn’t even got to tell her. When he saw the giant Russian fall, all that was left was turning those keys, leaving Joyce to her own luck, that was something he’ll never forgive himself for. If things had been the other way around and he was the one standing on her spot. . . She was supposed to be upstairs, safe from the explosion. Because he knew she’d be able to work better without him. But the Chief? Oh, he was a mess. And he would’ve come back to old habits if it wasn’t for the children.

The children. He was now taking care of three children, moving to a bit larger and much more secured place. He had to give them the best life. Because that’s what Joyce would’ve wanted. Actually, that was her wish, since he found himself being the elected tutor in case anything happened to the woman. And he couldn’t blame her, he had done the same thing. But how was he supposed to raise these kids without their mom, knowing what they all know? What was he supposed to tell them? How was he supposed to function and keep going?

From everyone else’s perspective he was acting ‘fine’, but the people that really knew the man, could tell he was heartbroken. They weren’t sure if it was the tiredness on his eyes, the lack of light that lately had come back or just the way he sometimes showed himself grumpier than usual — but he missed her.

It was impossible not to repeat the situation over and over again in his mind, every time finding a way where he could’ve save her. And yet he didn’t. It didn’t happen. She wasn’t out there and it was his fault.

The first few months were rough for him, but for the children? They were destroyed. So he tried to be there as much as it was possible, he offered his shoulder to cry on and he made sure to show them that he’d be there for them, just like he already has been before. Jim couldn’t help but feel concern for their well-being, of course he would. His job, his goal, was to keep them safe and sound. And it has been like that for the last eight months.

On this day however, was a long one. Somehow, people had chosen that day to need him for everything, work was filled of people coming in and out for the most random reasons. That didn’t stop him from buying, and heading to have dinner with El, Will and Jon. Midnight came and Jim found himself cleaning off the table, being interrupted by the phone ringing. Scrunched forehead with confusion set on his face, he decided to get the phone anyway, it could be an emergency, after all. “Hello?” Rough deep voice escaped his lips, figuring it could be the station. But Jim Hopper wasn’t expecting the person on the other side of the line be the one calling, especially at this time of the night. This had to be important. The tone on Sam Owen’s voice said everything. His heart beating hardly against his chest, curiousness and nervousness taking over his limbs as he almost didn’t reply. “Shit, Sam. Yes, I can do that, I’ll be there first thing in the morning, anything I should know? The kids aren’t in danger, aren’t they?” He could expect anything at this point. His gut was screaming at him, tho. Could this be something to do with her? Or is it about El? Eyes shifting towards the clock on his wrist, sighing since it’ll be hard to get some sleep now that he found out something might be happening. At least he’ll have a moment to speak, and let the kids know that he may be arriving home later tomorrow.

[ahoystilinski]

reporting myself here after a while, but hi to whoever is still around! sorry i wasn’t able to pop up nor reply to anything over the last month. i’ve been taking care of one of my dogs, who got seriously ill and she sadly passed away a few weeks ago. been taking some time off to mourn and get my head straight, so I’m sorry again. i’m back now, will be sending some replies later. hope everyone that reads this is having a nice weekend <3

[ahoystilinski]

Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero

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“Exactly. It could be a family dynamic of someone teaching the business to his legacy.” He suggested once again, eyebrows lightly furrowed as he scanned the victimology in front of their eyes. The discipline not only showed more maturity, but the first murders were more controlled and focused on leaving no trail behind. Yet the next ones were disorganized, full of anger and amateur-looking. “Maybe we should ask Garcia for families with serious records.”

Spencer almost jumped at Charlotte’s touch, attention gained and brown orbs going from her warm hand towards the kind smile on her face. He wasn’t jumpy because he disliked her touch, in all contrary, after working together for a while, he got used to it, nowadays comfortable with it. Instead, he was acting that way because of what was stuck on his mind. He knew she was concerned, but there wasn’t anything she could do — or that’s what he thought. His slightly chapped lips were pressed together for a moment, nodding as a reply, truly thankful for her actions. He knew she was there for him, that she had his back. He just didn’t want to bother her with his problems.

Following her with his gaze, Reid considered talking to her just for a moment, only to be interrupted by Hotch entering the room. Another body was found and he had chosen Reid and Charlotte to check it, since the others were scattered around town. “It’s in the area, a few more and the pattern will be coming to a full end.” Marking the address on their map, they were able to see how it all became an hexagon, for now, the murders were following a pattern, which gave them a clue of where these UnSubs were located at. They should be close, yet there were a few blocks to check. At least the newest information would allow them to finish the profile. “Let’s go.” Grabbing his satchel, Spencer quickened his pace, as if the case was the only reason why he was avoiding his co-workers.

“ Don’t lie to me.”

To Spencer Reid

From SA Charlotte Rothman

“Hm?” His first reaction was to act distracted. One of the first rules of the team was to not profile each other, yet every single one of them kept breaking the one rule. Sure, this wasn’t profiling, but Spencer felt somehow exposed under Charlotte’s gaze. “I’m not lying to you. I am just focused on this case. But I didn’t go anywhere last night, nothing happened, everything’s fine.” Furrowing his eyebrows, he tried to act serious to be convincing enough.

[ahoystilinski]

Honestly, don't be afraid to just show up in my inbox at random

I may not be the kind of RPer that does all my drafts everyday, but I do often check my inbox/messages.

So if your muse misses mine, don’t be afraid to show up with a random text message or mini-para or sentence or question or whatever. I promise I won’t get mad at you.

This also goes for anyone who wants to interact with my muse. Just throw something random in my inbox. Even if I don’t answer it for some reason, I’ll probably message you back.