#fxmily

send a “(ㆁᴗㆁ✿)” and i’ll rate your blog. 

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my opinion on;

character in general: KHAN IS A BABY AND A JERK AND I LOVE HIM OKAY IT’S TIME TO BEGIN MOON EXPLODING GOING CRAZY HOLY HELL BLAMING KIRK AUGMENT MESSED UP HAND TROUBLED CHILDHOOD I WANT MY FAMILYYYYYhow they play them:  Perfect glorious for sure. Like I did not even like the character so much before you. I thought he was wasted potential in Into Darkness but frick you for making me so emotionally attachedthe mun: MY OTHER HALF. Cas why you gotta do this to me. Why you gotta be states away.

do i;

follow them: YESrp with them:  YESwant to rp with them: yEEEESship their character with mine: Maybe >A>

what is my;

overall opinion: What a jerk

       ❛&

        being the weapon he was,                      he was perfectly at нoмe with                                  the one in his

[ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE’S RESPONSE ]

[text]: Are you hurt??

[text]: Where are you?

[text]: I’m calling. Pick up.

[text]: What’s wrong? 

[ how dARE YOU BE SO CUTE ]

fxmily​

                                His head  B U R N E D.                   It was no headache, but a fire set aflame in his skull.                 Like his brain would melt and leave only flesh and bone                 behind. Images flashed through his mind, the whispering                 words of a dead alien race pounding a war march through                 his conscious. There was war and death, love and peace,                 colliding together in a cacophony of blinding nothingness.           Everything went black.                 Then he was awake.A feeling of clarity had descended upon him,                 peaceful. With his eyes closed, there were still flashes playing                 out in his vision. Each one passed before something coherent                 could be developed. Michael released a breath past cracked lips.                 His body was miserable. Limbs were heavy, and his mouth dry -                 like the touch of illness. His head was a different matter. Past                 grogginess and an insensitive ache, it felt fuller.            He felt a hard surface beneath him. That must have            meant they left the soldier where he dropped, or he            was at the medical facility with Raphael looking him            over. Palming his face, eyes slipped open.