#orbinglight

omg bless you this is v thoughtful. i appreciate you <3

*・°☆. @orbinglight; the ocean’s calling~

         “I need some information.”  It is intentional, the way he words that - throughout his entire time here, there has been nothing to suggest that this particular case need be an x-file, and yet it was blatantly dropped under his doorstep with indication he should pay attention.  But unless the child in question had some sort of special powers (or his parents, for that matter), he was at a loss.

*・°☆. @orbinglight ; the power of three is calling~

don’t do this to me you know i’m adding reyes and csm when this season is over and i’m debating an ag oc i. ...let’s be real, i’d marathon it and add her to the multi with the other characters i want to write and don’t use very often but everyone would be happy. i just need to get netflix back.

⛧◟.•°* @orbinglight / sc.

@orbinglight | For every ✍ + a number I receive, I will share one headcanon for my muse about…

what, were they in the fourth grade? unfortunately, when it came to sisters, every discussion lowered the i.q. in the room to an elementary level. boys? grab gram’s croquet quilt. career? better put on some tea. stumped your toe this morning before you got in a cold shower and the rest of the day went downhill from there? scoot closer, i’ve got you. so, there they were after piper’s date, in her bed with gram’s quilt, a couple of mugs of something steaming, and heads close enough that they could have used telepathy for this conversation. it had been a while since piper had gone out with anyone. her love life had went from shakespearean tragedy to harlequin novel to total flatline. it was a gift, really. ever since she was young, piper had a certain way with romance. they promised when she’d grown older that it would all come together. if only she knew where those assholes were now, she would be tempted to risk personal gain to get her revenge. about ready to throw in the towel altogether, she met a guy at the club. not exactly a fairy tale meet cute, but it was a spark. she took the chance and accepted the dinner invitation. it turned out to be… nice. piper told paige how he opened every door, listened when she talked about herself, and even opened up about himself without painting himself as some byronic hero or too-good-to-be-true guy. could it be— was this what they called normal?“  we… didn’t. he wants to wait. i don’t know how i feel about that. i should like that, right? i mean, how many guys don’t want to play tonsil hockey just to get one step closer to your underwear drawer. that’s not a red flag, is it?  ”