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TJ stands for a few moments, staring rather blankly, utterly baffled. She's primarily caught between annoyance and amusement, unsure which one to act on. She's exceedingly frustrated by this strange girl, but simultaneously intrigued. A challenge. Taylor loves a challenge. Despite her best...

Taylor "T.J" Jackson The final score of the game blinks on the score board, and at the sight of it Taylor's team erupts into triumphant hollering, back-slapping, and hugging. She's already fully aware of the score, having subconsciously counted each and every goal up in her head (a good deal of...

Dylan's head still seemed to be spinning a little bit - whether that be from the collision itself or embarrassment or simply because it was kind of in his nature. He'd always been regarded by his family and friends as a little bit "all over the place", but they didn't even know the half of it...

An alarm echoed through his quarters, shaking Dylan from his deep sleep. Though he was entirely accustomed to the sound at this point, it did not mean he found it any more pleasant than he had his very first days here. It had been the idea of one of his old school friends, who found the...

Kace took in the overwhelming scale of the damage numbly, as if at this point, nothing could faze him. Yes, it was horrific, catastrophic, revolting, all of those words the angels used to describe it. But ultimately, it was simply pathetic. Futile. He'd never understood the human race's...

kace nocturne location - godheim mood - numb Godheim was in chaos. The streets were littered with debris and blood, humans frantically running to escape each other. Useless. They would all die in the end. They were inferior beings, he resented himself for being considered at least partly one...

[-Okay then lol just clearing things up-] Crowley found himself nodding despite the fact that Aziraphale obviously couldn't hear his silent motions. After a few moments of considering the angel's request, he found himself unwillingly agreeing. A daughter - not something he'd ever really...

[-Last post for a little bit, I've got to go do some things but I'll be right back-] Crowley could just hear his blush through the phone, and smiled, amused at his angel. "Yes, in fact I do," He said smirking at Aziraphale's comment about his temper. He considered what he'd just been told for a...

Crowley groaned as he picked up his phone, desperately trying to enjoy the last song on his playlist (of course, this contained Queen and only Queen). Aziraphale. Although he gave his very best effort to ignore it, some part of him longed to hear that adorable angel's voice. Violently punching...

Sherlock could feel John tense up as the painful memories of the past year and a half flooded his mind yet again. It broke his heart, having to put him through that, having to witness the effect it had on him. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked into John's perfect blue eyes and a gentle...

"Morning . . . " Sherlock murmured, adjusting himself so he was facing John. He was most certainly not a morning person, but he'd opened his eyes feeling energized, more alive than he'd ever felt despite the few hours of sleep he'd gotten. Although in the past he'd rarely slept at all (instead...

As Sherlock lead John across the room, a sense of grateful disbelief overwhelmed him. This dream had finally been fulfilled, a dream that he was certain would never be reality. He wasn't even completely sure, until this very moment, that he wanted it to be, because John definitely deserved...

John was right in assuming that Sherlock had very little experience with such things. He'd been kissed a few times over the course of his life, and there had even been a few situations where he'd kissed someone. Nearly always for a case, or with some other ultimate goal in mind. But beyond that...

Sherlock was surprised by the emotion in John's voice, and he silently slipped his arms around him to hold him tightly in an awkward hug. "It's okay," He mumbled, unsure of what else to say. Gently stroking his hair with his fingers, he said in his most reassuring voice, "We'll figure something...

Sherlock returned the kiss, unsure at first, but gaining confidence in what he was doing. He ran his fingers through his smooth blond hair, relishing the taste of John's lips on his own. Ever second was so precious, every touch so perfect, he never wanted this moment to end. When at last they...

Sherlock returned his warm smile the best he could, his lips unaccustomed to the movement. He gently reached up to touch John's face, happiness overwhelming him. He never thought this moment would come, never in the years they'd known each other did he believe that this dream would become a...

Sherlock clumsily climbed to his feet and allowed himself to be surrounded by John's warm, secure embrace. He enjoyed the feeling of his arms wrapped warmly around his thin shoulders, a smile coming to his lips. He reached up a shaking, cautious hand to cover John's. He was utterly confused...

What does it mean? It was a question that he wasn't certain how to answer. Sherlock Holmes was a man who never fell in love, and he'd never truly considered the meaning. He knew it hurt. He knew it was unpredictable, and he knew it was amazing and beautiful and utterly indescribable. He knew it...

"Yes . . . yes I suppose I did," He muttered to himself, taking the final sip of his drink. Leaning back into the chair, he sighed loudly. This wasn't something he was used to dealing with. Certainly not something he knew how to respond to. Hell, he was a sociopath, he didn't know these things...

Sherlock balanced his legs on the coffee table that took up the space between them, studying his friend. He didn't seem to be particularly inclined to have any sort of conversation as he finished his drink, looking as normal in that chair as ever. He looked as happy and relaxed in that moment as...