Seeing the stranger approach Strider couldn’t help but hope that maybe they would pass him by, having tucked himself into the corner but no such luck as they stopped at his table “Evening friend,” he smiled, glancing up from beneath his hood and eyeing the person before him. It was painfully obvious that Strider didn’t belong here from his clothes but he didn’t dwell on it, nudging the opposite chair out with his foot.

Maria & Liam | Carnivals for Assassins

Life growing up for Maria Greene wasn’t the most white picket fence type scenario for the now-assassin. It was lesser so Disney movies and picnics with her mother and father as it was wondering why Daddy got so upset when Mummy came home tripping over her own footing with her lipstick smudged. It had an effect on many parts of the assassin’s childhood, no parents meeting teachers, no trips to the beach. Though if you were to ask her about it in the present day, the likeliness was she wouldn’t say it at all bothered her.

Of course, it did. Maybe it was something irrational, but an endless itching in the back of her mind lingered that she couldn’t truly pinpoint many normal things about her childhood, but better late then never, that’s what they say.

[text]: Roses are red, violets are blue, pretty pretty pretty please take me to the carnival or so help me, I’ll maim you. I’m a poetic genius, I know. - MG

[text]: Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. - MG

After several re-sends of the final text, Maria fell mindlessly onto her couch in waiting of a reply, if anyone would be strong willed enough to put up with her of all people at a carnival, it was the man she’d just texted. Both Liam and the circus were in town, and maybe it would be nice to cross something off that bucket list she wouldn’t admit to having.

sniper-liam said: “Nothing” Liam mumbled against Sebastian’s lips, then nipped playfully at the other man’s tongue. sniper-liam liked this

Sebastian frowned and bit Liam’s lips jist hard enough to make them reddish.
“Tell me Liam” He mustered, sudden anger coursing though him.

sniper-liam said: How are you today? You’re up on our threads, btw XD

Aww pretty good for a sunday morning! :D Got it hon, give me a sec yeah?xD
How’s the coconut platation going for you?

Standing The Tests Of Time || Liam & Mary

[Unsent Text: Liam] Where the fuck have you gone?..
[Unsent Text: Liam] I was right not to trust yo-
[Unsent Text: Liam] I really miss you…
[Unsent Text: Liam] Come over?
[Unsent Text: Liam] I don’t know who you are anymor-….

[Sent Text: Liam] You’re a dickhead you know that? - MM.

Mary slammed her phone down not realising she’d actually sent the text. She was upset? Annoyed? Angry? All of them. Yes. Liam had just dropped her. Without warning and left her alone, he promised her friendship and just left her alone. Not a word not a single word over the months. He was her closet friend and he’d just dropped her like a hat. She was pissed off and she had a right too be. 


Milo with tattoos

a-good-old-fashioned-villain replied to your post((I think hiimbaconandilikedinosaurs is more amusing.))

((I ship it.))

Can’t you just imagine that dinosaur sinking his teeth into the bacon.

The bacon will always be the wife of that pairing, except on days when the dinosaur has had a bad time hunting or has been bullied by the other dinosaurs, and then the bacon will get all dominant on his arse.

Sudden urge to draw a dinosaur eating bacon.

anonymous asked:

hi staff is that what i will look like when i am a potato or will i be bigger personally i think my potato wuld be significantly larger than that one just saying love from er

.ffats ehT


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.woleb deructip sA .otatop a fo retrauq a otni mih gninrut yllacisyhp yb dewollof ,otatop a otni mih gnikam dna ,etuor denoihsaf dlo eht gniog tsuj spahrep ro ,otatop a fo retrauq a sa tuo strats eh os ti gnikam sa hcuS .syaw fo yteirav a yb siht tuoba og thgim yehT

.otatop a fo retrauq a otni rE .rM nrut ylekil tsom dluow yeht ,ytrairoM .rM erew yeht fi taht sedecnoc ffats eht ,reverhoH .dnim sih gnidaer fo elbapacni etiuq yllautca era yeht ,esac eht gnieb sihT .dnim s'ytrairoM .rM ot knil tcerid a evah ,tcaf ni ,ton od yeht taht wonk ot rE .rM ekil dluow ffats ehT

[The staff would like Mr. Er to know that they do not, in fact, have a direct link to Mr. Moriarty’s mind. This being the case, they are actually quite incapable of reading his mind. However, the staff concedes that if they were Mr. Moriarty, they would most likely turn Mr. Er into a quarter of a potato. 

They might go about this by a variety of ways. Such as making it so he starts out as a quarter of a potato, or perhaps just going the old fashioned route, and making him into a potato, followed by physically turning him into a quarter of a potato. As pictured below.

The staff hopes that Mr. Er finds this to be informative, and learns from this experience before any unfortunate things happen to him (like turning into a potato, turning into a quarter of a potato, or turning into a potato and being sliced into a quarter of a potato).


The staff.]

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Mary looked at her phone and read it slightly confused as to why he called her sweets and “always had time” for her. She replied anyway.

[text]Good. I dunno. Come by the flat or something. Decide then?

She laid back on the sofa and rested the phone on her stomach and looked up at the ceiling drifting into memories she didn’t understand and ones that were familiar.