I don’t, actually.
I’m here to pick you up for John’s Stag party. Come on, get your coat.
Oh, for heaven’s sake. Is he really insisting on a stag party?
Fine, fine. Though if he expects me to… [he shakes his head] Never mind. Fine.
For the love of god, please tell me you’ve come with something interesting. I’ve not been able to leave the flat for weeks.
ask-agentcoulson said: “It’s not bubblegum. You don’t chew it.”
"Look, you do things your way," he snaps, peevishly removing his knuckles from between his teeth, "and I’ll do things mine."
What he refuses to mention is why they were there in the first place.
"Relax, would you!"
“It’s not bubblegum. You don’t chew it.”
“Sometimes I want to be alone, but right now I need you.”
“Open the damn door!”
“Yeah, I did it. What do you want? An apology?”
“So that’s it. This is the end?”
“Where were you when I needed you?”
“You did that on purpose!”
“How could you hurt me like this?”
“Get off of the road!”
“Take me to bed now or lose me forever.”
Reblog if you are willing to RP crossovers even if you are not familiar with the source material of the other muse.
- "I think I’m forgetting something."
- "This seems familiar."
- "You lied to me!"
- "Are you threatening me?"
- "Is that my shirt?"
- "Where did you find this?"
- "Explain yourself."
- "Where were you?"
How else do you expect me to survive something so excruciatingly /dull/?
Perhaps you could try doing what I do and concentrate on inside your head? Don’t say it - just think.
And give up the chance to watch Great Aunt Edith squirm? Fat chance.
The Mun has decided to queue loads of ask memes. Oh, goody.