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                    “ the food here is so not as good as san fransokyo . ” she frowns , frustration hanging heavy in her shoulders . she misses her friends , she misses everyone more than she could even imagine ( tadashi included ) . being apart from them , not even hearing from them , has made even her bright demeanor down . “ is it weird that makes me sad ? ”

(¸.• ♛ → She was reading one of her books but then the girl heard a voice and of course she just turned around to listen this time “Sorry, you say something? I was just a bit distracted here”

ESME was rushing, she had to be at the diner for her shift in a matter of minutes— and she was nowhere near close to her destination; the short brunette was speed walking as she was making a call to her boss, explaining the situation as she would be there as soon as she could— but then she was shoved, hard. so hard that she dropped her phone right on the screen. realistically it was probably a light nudge by a passerby. but esme was short and thin. not a lot of body weight to distribute– and she was also, not happy “ HEY ! ” she got their attention. “ IF THIS SCREEN IS BROKEN, YOU’RE FUCKING PAYING FOR IT ! ” she yelled, as she angrily squatted to see if there was significant damage to her phone. 

Was that [LAURA MARANO]? Oh no no, that was just [ALLY DAWSON], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [AUSTIN & ALLY]. They are [TWENTY-ONE] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long

lucy was confused. she wasn’t sure what had happened. one moment she was in aslan’s country and the next she was in a strange city. and it did not look like 1949 should have looked. “excuse me. could you tell me the year?” she asked the person nearest her.

lucy was confused. she wasn’t sure what had happened. one moment she was in aslan’s country and the next she was in a strange city. and it did not look like 1949 should have looked. “excuse me. could you tell me the year?” she asked the person nearest her.

Costia sat down in front of the small fire she had started. She had just hunt down a rabbit and was in the middle of getting it cooked when she heard footsteps from behind her. She reached for her knife that was on the ground next to her and was ready to attack, if there was a threat. “Whoever is approaching, I suggest you leave while you still can.” What happened to her back in her world, it made her wary of people and have pretty bad trust issues, mostly in this world that she didn’t know. 

@Iridescentbeavty

Jax was in the clubhouse chapels meeting room when he saw Jim come in and said there was someone looking for the president. He sighed and put away the papers he was working on. “Fine give me a minute. I’m the president. Jax Teller. What can I do for you miss ? “ he Asked as he was always willing to help. But there was always a give and take for the sons help.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

“Woah. Okay. What just happened? How did I get here? WHat is going on? Did Voldemort do this to me?!” Cisco asked, frowning slightly as he noticed the sign. “D.C.? Woah! Can I meet the president?! “

Assistance Given

James was working hard as mechanic for a local biker shop. He loved bikes and was also part of the local chapter of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club as their vp. He was working on a bike when he heard the bell ring. Someone was at the main desk and the service rep apparently wasn’t there.

He wiped his hands on the cloth removing some of the oil from his hands. Making his way to the front he smiled gently ,”what can I help you with today. My name is James. “

Originally posted by trashbinbarnes

“AS YOU can see, i am a disaster---- my car just like---- blew up or something ??” life was throwing things at lisa at a fast pace and she felt a little embarrassed. clothes were a wrinkled mess, hair was even messier. 

“What… what’s…what’s this ?”  Toothless asks, smelling the sweatshirt.  They never wore sweatshirts back in Berk.  “Will…will get…get me…h-home ?”  

“What… what’s…what’s this ?”  Toothless asks, smelling the sweatshirt.  They never wore sweatshirts back in Berk.  “Will…will get…get me…h-home ?”  

Crowley stopped and froze. He walked out of the alley and looked up and down the street before turning back to the lady. 

“What do you mean alot of people are being dragged here – did you see the person who pulled me here?”

“I DON’T think it’s one person ??” not quite sure how to really explain it to the other; someone who understood it better than she could, would be better suited at explaining. nothing made sense, not ever since she met dean during the magic snafu that happened not too long ago. yet it seemed like ages since seeing dean in action. 

Frowning in confusion, Jack looked at his fingers before noticing they weren’t his normal, skeleton fingers but had flesh and fingernails to them. Putting his hands around his neck, he tried to lift up, but it seemed nearly impossible to take his head off and instead was welcomed by a wave of pain from trying to remove his own head. “This is quite peculiar.” He admitted, mostly to himself. “My head won’t come off. So strange.”