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why yes i did disappear again. got some not so great health news i've been dealing with and threw myself into my other writing (i've hit more than 20 original short stories this year and am about 40k into a pride and prejudice fic don't judge me) but i'm hoping to be a little active here again? fingers crossed!

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"It's because I know you," she shoots back, lips twitching with the growing urge to smile. "I'm serious about my ice-cream, Oliver, you know that." Laurel lowers the fork and glances back at her tragically empty freezer. "I was really looking forward to that today." She's pouting. She knows she's pouting, but she can't help it. She deserves the break the ice-cream represents, but there's no ice-cream. Again, she narrows her eyes at Oliver. "I can theoretically be bribed into forgiving you if you get me more ice-cream."

Oliver chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. "Well, I must say, I admire your dedication to frozen dairy products. But really, Laurel, do you truly think I would stoop so low as to pilfer your precious ice cream?" He took a step closer and his smile widened. "I thought you knew me better than that."

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“I found him on the street. Looks like his leg is broken.” ( scott from eric / because vet buddies! )

meme: no clue anymore lmao status: accepting (from mutuals)

"Hey, buddy," Scott coos at the dog in Eric's arms, soft and level as he silently gestures to his friend to bring the animal to the back. "Looks like you had a rough time of it, huh? Don't you worry, you're in good hand." He grins at Eric, though there is some worry on his face. The poor dog must be in so much pain. Scott only hopes they'll be able to alleviate some of it.

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“Something’s after me.” ( scott from mary-lynnette! )

meme: no clue anymore lmao status: accepting (from mutuals)

Immediately, Scott's by her side, concerned and alert. He's tense, senses focused on their surroundings, but he's looking at Mary-Lynette. "What can I do?" He knows what he wants to do - protect his friend. But he's not going to take any steps without her say so.

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❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜ ( for kira from jade! )

meme: everything everywhere all at once starters status: accepting (from mutuals)

It takes a few long - long - heartbeats for Jade's question to register. Kira blinks slowly and turns to the other with a confused smile on her lips. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." The repetition is probably not helping her cause here. "I'm fine." Lie, lie, lie and Jade will read it all over her face but Kira keeps that smile on her face and prays that Jade doesn't push.

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does one draft and some asks: am i winning yet?

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someday soon i will do drafts, i swear

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There's a fork in her hand - Laurel doesn't actually remember taking it out of the drawer, if she's honest - but she points it threateningly at Oliver. "Between you and ice-cream, the ice-cream wins hands down. Every time." Her eyes are narrowed, but the frown on her face is threatening to turn into a smile. "That is how it is, and how it's always going to be."

Oliver raised an eyebrow and smirked at Laurel as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Ah, so that's where we stand, huh?" He was feigning innocence, but the glint in his eyes was betraying him. "First of all, how dare you accuse me of such a heinous crime? Second, I plead the fifth."

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the easy acceptance makes the little bit of worry kira didn't realise she was holding on to slip away. lou's good that way, she knows, but still sometimes kira's urge to please and placate the people around her - she's not good at making friends, worse at keeping them, and she really wants to keep these ones especially - rears its head at the wrong moment. makes her feel insecure and unsure if she's doing the right thing or saying the right words. she's relieved by the change of subject. "i know, right! i made a joke about the x-gene the other day and all i got were blank stares."

"i suppose i can be patient for once," she nods her head. feels her own lips curl upwards into a warm smile when she sees kira's grin continue to grow. "just this once." that's a lie, she's patient whenever she wants - or needs - to be. "i really like your leggings by the way. it's good to know that at least one person will get what i'm talking about when i'm talking about the x-men."

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[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them. (reversed tho?) (cnfrmdkll)

meme: reasons to cup a face status: accepting (from mutuals)

"Kid," Will's smile was wide and so bright. He brought his nephew in for a hug, tight and quick before pulling back and looking him in the eye. He wanted - no, needed - Jake to see the sincerity in his expression, feel the emotion in his words. "You did good, kid." Almost absently, Will ran a hand through Jake's hair, cupping the back of his head and pressing their foreheads together. "I'm so fucking proud of you." Despite every hurdle that seemed to have been thrown in Jake's path, here he stood anyway.

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i never picked a fight in my entire life. (cnfrmdkll)

meme: back to the future prompts status: accepting (from mutuals)

The laugh he let out was completely involuntary. Eyes were bright with mirth, smirk playing on his lips - he never looked more like his nephew. "Sure, kid. People just so happened to fall on the wrong side of your humour."

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“ please, just go… i’m not the kind of person anyone needs to be around right now. “ (cnfrmdkll for Will bcos confirmed kill?)

meme: angsty prompts status: accepting (from mutuals)

Jake wasn't even looking at him. Will was not surprised, not with what he'd been hearing before he got here. He was expecting it, even. So of course he didn't listen to Jake's words. There was no way he would leave his nephew, not now. Not ever.

He lowered himself to the step near the younger man. Not too near as to make him feel overcrowded, but close enough that Jake could reach out if he wanted to. "I'm not doing that, kiddo." He settled in, glancing around the area to ensure no one could sneak up on them or overhear if they did anything more than sit in silence. "I'm going to be right here, for as long as you need."

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@potestmagice | liked for a starter.

"Oliver," Laurel starts, carefully, slowly, calmly. "You know I love you, but if you ate my very clearly marked ice-cream, they're never going to find your body." It has been a long day - a long week, even - and all she wants is to veg out on her couch and forget the cases she's been working on. But her ice-cream is gone, and Laurel is a teeny-tiny bit peeved. Oliver's getting the brunt of it because he's here.

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the weight he bears down on eliot is not as much as he could. alec's fronting more than actually resisting the other's forceful direction. besides, he knows damn well who would win if he really did try and argue with the hitter about going fishing. he doesn't want to, and he will make damn sure eliot knows it. but he also knows he's not going to get what he wants. "the sun," he says, drawing out the short word, "is a ball of fire in the fucking sky put there to boil us in our clothes and make us do unseemly things like sweat." he crosses his arms across his chest, stumbling slightly even as he keeps moving. "it is evil and so are you, man. so are you."

as far as eliot's concerned , if hardison can enjoy a fishing game , he can enjoy the real thing . he keeps pushing , entirely unsympathetic to the hacker's plight . ( if anything , this is a bit of revenge for making him play that stupid game in the first place . ) " the sun is good for you , hardison . get out the door , c'mon ! i ain't lettin' you get outta this one . "

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Downworlder, he mouthed to himself, a wrinkle to his nose. The different classifications and names made his brain itch, and not in a good way. The supernatural was the supernatural - and anything like magic had never done anything for him. Neal stared at the bar for a long second while Faith scrolled through her phone, content to wait for her to lead the way. Her change of plans made he glance sideways at her, something like worry clouding his face. "Need a hand?" He shrugged, casual in a very practiced way. "Not like I'm gonna go in there on my own." For someone who had spent so long trying to stay out of anything supernatural, he sure was doing a bad job of it now.

"Downworlder bar, if we're gonna get technical, but you know how these places are, man. Once one kinda beastie gets a foothold, turns into a watering hole for their kind and they kinda keep the riffraf out. Almost never see a vamp in there." It's not like Faith bother with her phone, like, ever. You'd be forgiven for thinking she didn't have one but, just now, she can't seem to keep her eyes off the screen. Group message, SOS from some hunter who was dumb enough to fight his way through enchanted vines to rescue a sleeping maiden --- even odds says this 'maiden' was the bait in a giant spiderweb. She makes a face and pauses, glances up at Neal, "Hey, I gotta jam… some hunt went sideways up state, need all hands in on this one. Raincheck?"

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Rory's always glad when the people he cares about let him do a peaceful amount of hovering and fussing. Especially so when it's his headstrong, beautiful, capable daughter who is - physically, at least - now older than him. He's always going to carry that sense of anger and hurt over losing a lifetime of actually raising her, but at least he got a lifetime of growing up with her. And from that, she would know not to argue. He's stubborn, after all. He's had to be to keep up with Amy. And the Doctor. And Mels. And River. And - Rory's surrounded by a lot of stubborn people.

Carefully, he takes the offered arm and takes in the bite. A furrow forms between his eyebrows. It does not look serious enough to need stitches, but the fact that River's injured at all will never sit right with him. She's been through so much, and he wasn't there. That guilt will never leave him either. He presses his lips together for a second and then lets her comment slide by. "Might be a scratch now but," he glances up at her and gives her a wry grin. "Let me clean you up, yeah?"

                                     There's  a  smile  that's  reserved  only  for  her  parents,  it's  soft  with  hints  of  amusement.  With  love.  River  wasn't  all  that  used  to  be  taken  care  of,  wasn't  all  that  used  to  having  parents,  despite  her  regeneration  as  Mel's,  but  she'd  always  had  a  soft  spot  for  her  father  so  after  a  moment  of  hesitation,  River  chuckles  and  conceedes  to  her  father's  wishes,  pulling  up  the  sleeve  of  her  dress  to  show  the  true  scale  of  the  gash  she'd  gotten  on  her  forearm,  or  should  she  say  bite.  From  an  intergalactic  space  hound  no  less. 

                               Small  amounts  of  blood  ooze  from  the  wound  but  the  bite  itself  is  minor,  barely  breaking  the  skin  surface.  "  Father,  dear,  you  fret  far  too  much.  "  River  muses,  though  she  doesn't  argue  as  she  holds  it  out  to  examine.  "  It's  merely  a  scratch,  I've  had  far  worse  and  lived.  "  it's  supposed  to  be  a  joke  but  she  realises  far  too  late it's  one  Rory  probably  won't  appreciate.