“You know I can hear you, right?” she calls, a laugh in her voice. “If you wanted to sneak, you should have done it when I wasn’t here. Get in here, Merlin.”
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I was tagged on two accounts, by raventheprinceofmischief and clairexnovak
So this is my desktop — I run dual monitors, and my background rotates through a lot of different NASA starscapes.
SHOW ME YOUR DESKTOP (no changing it that’s cheating)
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Every time you show your feelings, you apologize. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren’t ashamed of?
R.J Anderson, Ultraviolet (via thexpotent)
What is happening in that picture of Helios? XDD
That is what happens when the cat you are photographing with the flash on moves up into the camera lens right as the shot goes off.
wordlesswarlock replied to your post “Here we go again. A recruiter calls me, tells me there’s a position…”
Maybe it’ll work out and surprise you.
gadgeteerphilanthropist replied to your post “Here we go again. A recruiter calls me, tells me there’s a position…”
(*crosses fingers*)
the optimism here is so CUTE. *pets you two*
Your character overhears someone calling mine ‘a slut’, what does your character do?: Merlin writes, ‘Leave my friend alone. You have no right to cast judgement on her or anyone else, so keep it to yourself.’
Summer just turns aside, worn from the sheer stupidity of it. “Don’t, Merlin. Leave it.”
Name: Merlin
Age: 20
Gender: male
Big/little spoon: Big spoon by virtue of height
Favorite movie: I haven’t seen any yet.
Favorite band: No idea.
Is it okay if I fall asleep: Absolutely.
Are kisses allowed: Only on the cheek and stuff like that.
Are pants required: In reference to trousers, unless you’re wearing a dress, yes. In reference to underpants, absolutely.
When are you available for cuddles: No idea. Just ask when you feel like it, and I’ll let you know.
My place or yours: Preferably yours.
Will you play with my hair: If you want me to.
Summer messes up Merlin’s hair and grins.
Merlin stared at Summer in shock and disbelief. How was she standing there? She was dead! He tentatively reached out and put a hand on her shoulder to see if she was solid and real before pulling her into a hug. -You owe me a damn good explanation.- He didn’t care that he was crying. She was alive, and it seemed like a miracle.
Summer didn’t get a chance to say anything before her face was muffled in Merlin’s shoulder. She made an acquiescent kind of sound, patting his back.
Merlin yelped slightly in surprise at the feeling of Summer’s cold feet against his leg. -How does someone with fire powers end up with freezing feet?-
“What makes you think my magic and my fucked up circulation have anything to do with each other? I do not have enough control to warm my own bloodstream! Jeez.” Summer tucked her toes under his leg. “Stupid bodies.”
♒
Summer lifted an eyebrow and laid her ereader aside on the rim. “I didn’t even know you had a pair of swim trunks, Merlin.” She gave him a positively wicked smile and slid closer. “You know there are people who sit in these naked. And it’s not like this century’s bathing suits leave much to the imagination … “