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if ROB & SUZANNE had a kid ...

Name: Laura Michèle (Molly) Hogan

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Molly takes after her mother's light blonde colouring, and similar height and built. She wears glasses most of the time, and her sense of style is best described as 'functional'. She works in a very male dominated field, so she's much more likely to wear trousers... It cuts down on the number of people that assume she's a secretary.

Personality: With parents like Rob and Suzanne, it was inevitable that Molly would be a woman with a mind of her own! It took her a while to find her niche, but after landing a job with a fledgling computer company-- a brand new field!-- Molly became more active with the women's rights movement. Molly is brilliant, and stubborn, and has always known (to her eternal frustration!) that she's smarter than most people she's had to work with.

Special Talents: Molly learned to play the drums from her father.

Who they like better: Neither! Despite rebelling against the world at large, Molly is actually quite close to both of her parents.

Who they take after more: It depends on the day! She inherited a lot of her values from both of them, and Suzanne and Robert are both inclined to push limits and challenge boundaries.

Personal Head canon: Molly doesn't dislike her given name, she's just never used it, apart from official documents.

Face Claim: Elle Fanning

                    immersing herself in the sheets felt somewhat akin to water, the mattress ebbing and flowing beneath her framework, but before she could truly compute it, her hair spread out beneath her cheek on the pillow.   laid on her side facing robert, she pulled the sheet over her shoulder, the soft echo of her pump in her ear as her soft brown eyes flickered over the scene.   it felt relaxed, even as she knew she was anything but.

Why can’t Americans just keep to themselves? she wonders, barely able to contain the urge to roll her eyes as she takes another sip of her beer. Probably not the best thought to have while waiting for a CIA counterpart, but they’re a different (better) breed after all. She needs to shake this man before the other agent arrives - they can hardly talk business with a random stranger lurking. It would have been helpful to have a face rather than just a name, but M had only been informed of this partnership after she’d left London.

The Colonel was surprised. Confused, but surprised and... touched, even. For a moment, he looked at the plane and admired the detail on it.

When he found the note, he furrowed his brows and just held the note. Who in the world thought about him? Could this be something back handed that he just didn't notice because he couldn't connect the dots? Or just maybe..

After a brief period of debating, he pulled out his letter opener so he wouldn't damage what was inside. To his surprise... it was on what looked like scrap paper. Not that he was disappointed though. Oh no, not by a long shot.

By the end of the note, the Colonel had to remove his monocle so he could wipe away the stray tear.

Christmas had always been a special time of year but it felt infinitely more so when there was a child to share it with. She was still so very small and too young to really understand but Bertie had noticed Susan seemed to be happiest around the lights on the Christmas trees. So he was stood with her in his arms beside one, knowing that they were not alone.

            DESPITE  THE  EXPANSE  of  the  museum  gallery,  stark  white  paint  extending  to  the  pale  tiles  beneath  her  knees,  Margaret  would  like  to  think  the  objects  and  their  stories  lent  some  element  of  warmth  to  the  space.     It  wasn’t  often  that  museums  opened  exhibit  cases  while  the  public  were  present,  but  occasionally  worries  over  the  artifacts  within  were  a  touch  too  pressing.    So  she  was  half  in  the  case,  ensuring  that  the  nineteenth  century  military  uniform’s  trousers  weren’t  slipping  off  their  mannequin.    Which  they  were,  the  historian  striving  to  reattach  them  to  the  imagined  waist  of  the  mount.

              Absorbed  by  her  work,  she  hardly  registered  the  passing  of  visitors  through  the  exhibit,  until  she  felt  a  presence  at  her  side.     Aqua  eyes  lifted  up,  far  more  than  normal,  to  the  man  standing  by  her  side.     Arching  a  dark  brow,  the  slightest  of  smiles  found  her  lips.           “  Puis-je vous aider?  “

[Drunk Confessions meme from @colpapabear​. (Accepting)]

“What is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

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“Define ‘strange’ for me, will you?” There’s a tiny sound of bottle on glass as she pours them both another round. “Are we talking just ‘not making it to a bed’ or a ‘window of opportunity’ sort of deal? Because I can list you ‘back of the couch’, ‘somebody’s office’, ‘in a tunnel’ and ‘at the wheel of a sailing ship’, if any of those count?”

@colpapabear​  asked:   "If I can still breathe I'm fine." (i scavanged to your memes)