#gnarxta

TFLN: (Accepting)

[text; Nessie] They’re mechanical on the inside. Tell them to do a dance. They will. 

okay!!!

@guttersniper​: this is paul’s son...he loves him so much! and i love him so much, and i love LANEY so much. she’s creative and talented and funny and makes me happy to talk to. and mutt is very important to paul and he’s well written and thought out and multifaceted and we love him. he’s gonna stick by that kid no matter what...

@telepathicstars: i love all of serena’s ocs but i’ll stick with ania bc she’s the one most important to paul. and serena’s so important to me, she makes me so happy n makes me feel loved and i think everyone should try to make serena feel the same. and ania is! special to paul. she knows him in a way that’s so unique and despite his objections i think he needs that. 

@serenitystored: listen i don’t know anything about a lot of adam’s fandoms or ocs but i know i love him and so i know i love them. the ones i’ve written with i’ve always loved. even if i dont know abt them i’ll still write with them because i love adam and i love him. he’s so creative with them and has so much LORE. 

"You do not understand how dangerous this is."

    “  Then.. explain it to me so I can understand.” his voice never raises above a normal level– always calm and collected. Sounding pushy wouldn’t help anything. If anything.. a level-head was necessary. He was good at that.      “  What I understand presently is that it’s dangerous. But that in no way makes me want to help any less. If anything, it only makes me want to help more.”  he quiets for a moment, watching as she moves about. Trying to get away, perhaps. He follows, then stands so he’s not quite in her way, but so he’s in her line of sight– a distraction.        “ Or don’t... You’re not obligated to explain anything. But regardless as to whether you just want me away, or you’re worried for my safety… I can assure you that if there’s one thing I DO know for sure… it’s that I can take quite a hit. I’ll be okay, whatever going on.          Please. If it really is so dangerous.. I can’t… just stand idly by and let you do this alone.   Let me help you. ”

There’s too much at stake right now for a proper explanation. She’s crashed, on a strange planet. Her ship is badly damaged, smoke billowing from the open door. Every warning light flashes, every alarm blares. Really, the only thing she has going for her is that her translator knows the language.

And now there’s this... person. This strange person offering assistant even though she keeps telling him to leave.

;;o;; m.goodrx.com that site can give you lots of good discounts for prescription drugs bb ;;;; !!

   he appears as if from thin air– and within that short span of time, he’s gone and grabbed their hand and tugged them along with him, sputtering out an urgent, “–don’t ask questions, just RUN.”

   Face turned red at the contact, mouth falling open to that which the other other had just told her not, Aella is all but pulled off of her feet behind the other. She feels a need to question, but also a need to follow instructions. And so, she does -- trailing behind the stranger, phaser already drawn with her other hand, eyes darting behind her as she stumbles after. The contact on her hand makes her aware, at the very least, of one thing: whatever this danger is, it appears real. The mind of the other is hard to read carefully, even with contact that should be telepathic for her -- it is strangely vast, yet also disconnected…

       a soft sigh escapes her lips as her gaze dances across the drug store’s shelf. another second is wasted simply staring at all the medicines before she finally approaches the closest person.     ❝ sorry to bother you. you wouldn’t happen to know something you could take for a headache that’s stronger than asprin, would you? ❞