If her parents were here they would be annoyed. Their words whispering in her ear were telling her to turn around and to not go near the eccentric man.
But when did she ever listen to her parents?
She’s not listened to them about joining the dance class instead of debates, or about not going to the drive-in movie theatre instead of some talk by a local activist group. And she’d certainly not listened to them about Marty (but funnily enough their opinion on him and his family seemed to have CHANGED lately)
So instead of turning tail and fleeing, Jennifer felt a smile grow across her features. A quick goodbye to the friends she was with, and she swung her legs over the wall. She was moving to him as soon as her sneakered feet hit the sidewalk, spring in her step (that only slightly died when she realised Marty wasn’t with him - but that meant she had a message to pass on!)
“Doc! Hey— hey!” Did he hear her? Lost in thought? She sped to catch up, bringing her book bag round to the front and reaching in for a book. A book she was meant to give to Marty to give back to the strange Doc Brown, but since she saw him herself— she held up the slightly battered, well loved copy of a Jules Verne classic (Around the World in 80 Days, not the usual stuff). “S-seriously, Doc—“ She fell into step with him, book still in outstretched hand, “I don’t think Marty read this, but I did. Don’t tell him I squealed and said he didn’t read it though.” An easy grin on her face. She’d already read Journey and Twenty Thousand - Marty still had not.
closed starter !! @doctorbrown
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An invitation encased in a velvet envelope, left on the doorstep for the receiver to find
One for his big bro and another for tiger
Seasonal events || Halloween
Moriarty turned the envelope in his hands for a moment, appreciating its slick texture. Of course he already knew whom it was from. There was only one person who knew how to easily find him, and that was his twin brother. Of course, the vice versa was just as inevitably true. They were the same person, in a way, born out of the very same, single cell.
They couldn't hide from each other, not for long, and Jim still hadn't decided if it found it more frustrating or more amusing.
Shaking his head, the consulting criminal swiftly but carefully opened the envelope, pulling out thee invitation. His lips twitched upwards the very moment his dark eyes landed on the card. So stylish and yet so dramatic. Oh yes, this was from his brother alright.
"A Halloween party, hn? My little brother really can't stay away from the spotlight, can he?" He mused to himself with amusement, fishing his phone out of the pocket of his jacket. "I suppose that I can clear my schedule for the night for my darling sibling. Family comes first and all that."
The words were followed by a snort. If this hadn't been about his twin, he would have spoken them without ever meaning them.
[β-Jim] Got ur little card. Nice aesthetic, it rly suits u x)
[β-Jim] Ofc I'm coming. I'm sure that u could use a hand with the hosting n I'd be a very bad big brother not to lend it
[β-Jim] Just...We better not end up wearing the same costume
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The envelope landed right on Sebastian's face, startling him out of the too much needed nap he had thought he could finally take. What a fool he had been. He should have known that the boss had something else planned, when said that he wouldn't be needing his "usual services" that night.
The former Colonel let out a groan, grabbing the envelope with one hand and running the over over his face, trying to rub the tiredness away from his eyes. He was in desperate need of a triple shot of caffeine, at least, that was a given. Also, a couple of aspirins.
"God fuckin' dammit," the sniper mumbled under his breath, stumbling off the couch. The coffee table was littered with the remains of the takeaway meal he had ingested before passing out, together with the usual few cans of beer and half empty whiskey bottle.
He would clean up later. He didn't have the time to tidy up and take a shower, so the priority had to go to the latter.
Biting back a yawn, he trudged towards the kitchenette, making a beeline for the coffee maker, as he carelessly tore the fancy envelope other, letting it fall on the floor as he squinted down at the card.
A party. A frigging Halloween party.
He wished he could tell that he was shocked, but the truth was that, since he had started to work for Moriarty, nothing could surprise him. He had numbed his mind towards any sort of madness. He had been forced to, with how unpredictable and random his employer was.
"He better need me for security or shit, because I'm sure as fuck not dressing up," Sebastian grumbled to himself. Now, where the heck was his phone?
He eventually found it on top of the fridge and he retrieve it before leaning against the counter, while waiting for his quadruple shot of caffeine to be ready. No fucking way he could handle a party with just three of them. His right hand busied itself shooting Jim a message, while he fed his mouth a protein bar with his left.
[Boss] Send coordinates. Be there in twenty. -SM
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every time i struggle on the irl fc front, i always wind up thinking about saying fuck it and just going with óscar isaac, even though he isn't strictly 100% accurate OTL
LIKE ... look. i'm not currently able to find someone latino/japanese that isn't kenta sakurai (guy is beautiful, don't get me wrong, he doesn't look like ash tho) but at least isaac hits the latino part while also giving the right kinda rough-around-the-edges vibe. esteemed colleagues, do you get what i'm saying---
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What is your place in the royal court?
THE KNIGHT
a defender, strong as stone, you make it a mission to defend. never would you turn your back on those in need; valorous, a paragon, a sword raised in battle with a cry on your lips... but, be warned, noble knight, that you do not fall to the sword, yourself. are these ideals worth dying for?
Tagged by: stolen!
Tagging: go feral. steal it. become ungovernable.
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♡ @paradisals / starter , 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑢𝑥 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 .
𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 , 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 a spinning plate show to keep all the cogs in his life turning , and yet he was still doing it with expert ease . the news of his little ‘ relationship ’ with elodie had gotten back to lottie who , from the sounds of things through the grapevine , was rightfully pissed off . he didn’t know exactly how she found out , all he knew was that he was here , on her doorstep , accompanied by a large display of roses he’d had delivered to the davenport front lawn that spelled out her name .
❛ lottie , i know you’re in there . if you let me explain i promise it’s not what you think . ❜ he stepped back from the door with the best , disappointed look on his face that he could muster , knowing that somewhere within the grandiose estate lottie was looking and waiting for his reactions . ❛ babe , come on . it’s a bet . ❜
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