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[rogueiism-archive-blog]

Rogue had been sat on a bench for a while, just watching everyone walking by. People holding hands or messing around with their children. She sighed quietly and adjusted her gloves before running her fingers through the white streaks of her hair. “Why does everyone think these are such gifts? Maybe humans are right about us.” She mumbled under her breath before she realised someone was near her. “I-I... Did you hear that?”

[spcnccr-archive-blog]

12:01 am came and found a now thirty-seven year old spencer reid on the roof of the apartment building, sitting, cross-legged on a blanket, looking up at the stars. it was a city-quiet. the kind where everything is white noise and nothing matters. he can sense another up here, now, though, and doesn’t look away from the stars, “most normal people are asleep at this hour.”

[darlingangela]

“well, so far this place is certainly nothing like london, but at least there aren’t any pirates.”

[alecvoltvri-blog]

The boy groaned softly, tapping against the table he was sat at, his fingertips hit the sunlight, small reflections bouncing from his skin. He could only describe this as sparkling. But he hated that term, truly the only downfall of being what he was. He’d been left with his thoughts, and this was never a positive thing. Suddenly, his dark, black eyes flicked to someone, smelling their blood from a fair distance. And within seconds, the boy was in front of them, peering at them eerily. “Hello..”

[survivesomehcw]

“a fucking glitter bomb? really?”

[spcnccr-blog]

“did you know nyquil used to have pseudoephedrine in it, which is used in the production of meth? it’s a nasal decogngestant. while many brands still use it, pharmacies are required by law to keep products like that behind a counter and log amounts and other information on who bought the product for record keeping purposes. nowadays, nyquil has reformulated, it’s not s effective as before, but it doesn’t have the ability to turn into meth, either.”

[chosenharry]

“look, i don’t really care. i’m just trying to find a way to get back to hogwarts.”

[stfusans-blog]

“Hey pal, you alright? You’re lookin’ a little lost.”

[spcnccr-archive-blog]

“there’s an average of 800 kernels on an ear of corn, arranged in even numbered rows. typically, there’s about sixteen rows on a cob, but it can range from 14 to 18, sometimes higher. optimal j\kernels on sweet corn are between 400 and 600 for proper sweetness. but, most corn grown isn’t sweet corn, but rather, feed corn. iowa, the state known for having the most corn, only has about 1% of its yield in sweet corn. the rest is all feed corn. feed corn is used for pretty much everything -- livestock, fuel, even for things like corn syrup and corn meal.” 

[megmastcrs]

✗ — “ 𝑺eems like there’s still a BUNCH of paranoid hunters here in New York City. “ She chuckles to herself as she looks up to somebody passing by, hoping they’ll be able to get out of the devil’s trap SOMEBODY had put down. “ Hey! You mind helping me out here? Come rub your foot on the edge of this, or like, throw something over the lines. “ 

[survivesomehcw]

waking up in a different place was not something sam was expecting exactly, but sam was very, very used to strange. looking around, sam immediately took off in search of his brother. couldn’t be too hard to find, right? sam just had to find pie. “excuse me,” he approached someone, “could you please point me to the nearest diner?”

[kingferoz]

‘Hey maybe this fish wont die’ He thought as he casually walked into the pet store and headed straight to the aquatic center. The male looked at all the fish until noticing he wasn’t the only one looking at the little fishes swim around. “Which ones your favorite?” He asked, not really noticing if the person was a stranger or not.

[batvman-archive-blog]

“if you have questions please ask my agent...”

[padfoot-archive]

Sirius wondered around the park with an expression on his face that was a mix between annoyed and confused, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth on one side. With a loud huff, the leather jacket clad male slumped down on a nearby bench and took a long drag of the cigarette. “I’m not sure if I’m more pissed off at the fact that I’ve no bloody clue where I am, or that this is my last cigarette.”

[chatoiccheshire]

kitty stared at the other, a blank stare on her face. “what the hex are you doing?”

[spcnccr-blog]

spencer had skipped the hot chocolate for coffee and was looking thoroughly miserable even as he had bundled up, having settled at a table in silence. he was missign las vegas (which was nothing new -- he missed it every year this time of year). the man abhorred winter -- the fact he lacked adequate body weight to insulate even a bit didn’t help either. it was only about 30 degrees, but it felt more like 12 to him. he’d never had much of a cold tolerance. 

“it’s not even winter yet and i’m cold--!” he muttered to himself, attempting to read, a task that was hindered with his gloves. he looked up as someone sat down, “merry nearly christmas.” he said, offering a smile to the other.