#intelligentxhalfwit

“Yes, this was supposed to happen.”

Getting caught in his own traps was starting to become a habit. An embarrassing one at that. The Doctor had designed the trap specifically so that anyone who became trapped wouldn’t be able to free themselves very easily at all. All it had taken to set the trap off was for his foot to skim one of the ropes.

“I always test out my traps to make sure they’re working. Obviously. Now go away.”

somebody once told me that bots were gonna spam me

Anonymous:‘ so i feel like you were mad at me yesterday and i don’t know why so i made a list of everything i did and i’m gonna try not to do any of them again. ’ (from fieldcoordinatcr)

P&R

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“Oh, Jess, that’s really, um, not necessary,” Connor replied, a bit taken aback. “If I seemed a bit grumpy or snappy yesterday it’s because I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep.” Truth be told, he hadn’t completely adjusted to being back home yet. His body hadn’t gotten used to the fact that he no longer needed to sleep in shifts with Abby. “It wasn’t you at all.”

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Oh thank god. Jess had been worried she’d done something to upset the recently returned man. All she wanted was to become friends with him and Abby and learn all about their previous work for the ARC...if she happened to learn more about a particular Captain then so be it. A hand reached up to cover her chest in relief. ❝ Oh, great! I was worried I’d upset you. ❞

Scavenging was fun. Not really, but if he told himself that it might make it easier. Just Mael and his two best friends: his dog and his surly younger brother. It’s like a party. 

So the three of them set out from Woodbury in the early morning with empty bags. They were looking for a lot of things, but Mael expected all that they would find would be scrap metal and canned salsa. Maybe his mother could MacGyver something resembling a meal out of canned salsa, but Mael had no idea how. Still they had to try. Their Esteemed Leader had commanded it. Carver hated being ordered, and although Mael was inclined to agree he kept his mouth shut. Woodbury was safer than most places and he didn’t want to put his mother through months of hunkering down in abandoned buildings eating whatever scraps hadn’t already been stripped clean. Not again. 

It was Bear that noticed the noise first. He pulled back his ears and growled at the bushes. Carver lifted the makeshift pike he’d taken to using as a weapon. Uneven footsteps, heavy on the ground. Someone- or something- was coming. Mael put his hand up, stopping his brother in his tracks. He called out warily, 

“Anybody alive there? Come out and talk. Promise, we won’t bite so long as you don’t.”

She felt herself smack into someone before stumbling backward, almost falling over. “Oh my, I, um, I’m so so-sorry. I should’ve been looking whe-,” Gracie cut herself off when she saw the stranger’s face. Or were they a stranger at all?

Freakdog.

The word echoed through her mind until snippets of memories played through. A prank gone wrong and the coma it resulted in. “-and Harriet, you could lose your green card.” Friends dying off like flies. “Maybe I’m next. I’ll work on being worried.” Blood. So much blood as she could practically feel the life leaving her, even now.

Snapping back into reality, her eyes widened in fear as she looked at the man in front of her. Gracie squeaked out another apology, gathering up her dropped belongings and hoping that Kenneth didn’t remember her as well.

*takes off mask to reveal i’m actually a cop*

ha you’ve been FOOLED

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