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“MY Agents”

how in the world do you draw strollers

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MY NAMESAKE

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Shiny new blog, I christen thee with Wash! It’s high time I start contributing to this fandom.

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Okay but this Episode had everything I wanted

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Check out the episode here :D

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Or check it out on DA ^ ^

Holy moly I think I rewatched that episode at least 50 times! The whole thing is entertaining and the choreograph is simply phenomenal AHH

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Secret (York X Sister!Reader)

Your POV At the moment, you were being lectured by Carolina in the cafeteria about how "crappy" you did on the mission. You didn't pay too much attention anyway, because she was only finding excuses to scream at you for no reason. It all started when you joined Project Freelancer 1. To be closer to your brother and 2. Because you were pretty bad ass and had nothing to do when your got out of high school. So here you are, waiting for Carolina to shut the fuck up. "Your actions where careless and stupid. I-" "Carolina," You interrupted,"what do you have against me?" "Don't interrupt me." She said annoyed. "No, I'm serious. Ever since I joined Project Freelancer, you haven't stopped giving me crap. I haven't done anything to you!" You exclaimed. It was true, everyday she'd give you dirty looks and yell at you even if you did well. "You wanna know what I have against you? Ever since you came here York has payed more attention to you and won't even look at me anymore! It all about you nowadays." She growled. You stood there silently and processed what she said to you. "Oh." You whispered, taking off your (f/c) helmet. There was a short pause. "Oh my god!" You exclaimed, clutching your stomach as you laughed. Tears formed in your eyes and at this point you were cackling. "C-Carolina. York and I are brother and sister." You choked out. "What?" She asked, dumbfounded. "What's going on in here? I could here (s/n)'s cackling from my room." York asked, walking into the room. Carolina's face was dark red and she scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment. "Carolina thought we where dating." You told your brother, not being able to help the few giggles that escaped from your mouth. "What?" York chuckled, "You thought (s/n) and I where dating? That's honestly wrong in every way possible." "That means I'm off the hook right? No need to yell at me anymore?" You smirked, happy that Carolina couldn't yell at you anymore. "I, uh..." Carolina stumbled over her words not knowing what to say. You only laughed again and skipped out of the cafeteria. You'd never let Carolina live that one down. ---- This is so terrible forgive me. It's 4 in the morning.

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No need to apologize, I completely understand. I was just checking in to see if you were okay. (Not to sound weird or stalker like, lol)

Hey! You haven't been very active, and I was just wondering how you where doing. Have a good day :)

I know! I’m so sorry I haven’t been active lately! I have no excuse for why I haven’t been posting in the past few months and I feel just awful about it. I’m going to try to see if I can get something up either by tonight or tomorrow the latest. I have so much to do and I promise to get through it all before accepting any new ideas. Maybe I’ll just create and post them all at once, who knows

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Don't kill yourself, please.

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

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Hey, Writers

Yes, you. You, with the pen in hand, the laptop atop your lap. You, with the scribbles and the scrawls. You with the tappity-taps and clickity-clicks. You, with the eraser marks. You, with the red and green squiggles. You, who knows a piece of written paper equals a little more than half a typed page. You, who knows 50,000 words is about 100 regular pages. You, who doesn’t know how to spell a word because you’ve only heard it spoken, but never seen it written. You, who stuffed your work in the attic drawer. You, who saved your story inside a chain of files so nobody would read it by accident.

Your writing is important. Don’t give up.

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*my brain trying to come up with creative ideas*

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lopez is honestly one of my top favorites

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Eye Contact (Washington X Reader)

(s/n) = state name

(f/w) = favorite weapon

It had occured to you that you had never seen Agent Washington’s face before. You weren’t new to Project Freelancer, you where one of the first to even be here, but you never had a chance to catch a glimpse of his face. Maybe you’d ask him about it, maybe you’d even tell him that you liked him. You almost laughed at the thought, but that would have to wait.

You may or may not be in the middle of training.

“(s/n)! Watch out!” A female’s voice called out.

Quickly, you ducked down and hid behind one of the many pillars in the training facility. Thankfully, you didn’t get hit with the paint becuase getting it off hurt like a bitch.

Team One was Agent North Dakota, South Dakota, and yourself. Team Two was Agent New York, Wyoming, and Washington. You reloaded you gun and snuck behind a different pillar. You smirked when you saw Wash crouched down behind the pillar in front of you.

You aimed your gun and continuously shot him until his whole body was stuck to the pillar.

That was way too easy.

Beside you, a gun was forcefully shoved to the back of your head.

Spoke too soon…

You squinted your eyes shut and waited for the paint to hit you, but there was a loud crash and a paint gun being shot. You whipped around and held your gun up only to see North shooting Wyoming until he could no longer move.

F.I.L.S.S soon spoke over the intercom, “Round over, point Team One.”

You looked up at the score board to see that your team had won by one point. That didn’t stop you from being happy, it was the first time you had ever won on a team before. 

Suddenly, you remember you had basically buried Wash with the paint and went to go help him. Once you got to him, he was faced the other way with only his helmet and under clothes on.

You slipped your helmet off and walked in front of him. 

“Hey Washingtub, hows the bitch paint?” You asked, trying hiding your smile.

He didn’t answer, only continued to rip the paint off. You giggled as you started to help him pick it off. You weren’t going to say sorry, it’s not like you had a choice to shoot him or not. 

“Why don’t you just take your helmet off? It’d be much easier.” 

You heard him sigh as he redirected his fingers from the paint to the bottom of his helmet. It took him a moment to wiggle it off, but when it was, he instantly ran his fingers through his blonde hair to try and rid it of its messiness.

You stood there, surprised. You hadn’t expected him to be so…

“(s/n)?” Wash said, giving you a puzzled look as you made eye contact.

“Oh, I uh.”

You couldn’t comprehend words as you studied his face.

“Sorry, I was just-”

“Staring at my face? Yeah, I could tell.” He said with a small laugh.

“It’s not my fault you never take your helmet off. This is the first time I’ve ever seen your face.” You defended, slightly embarassed.

He looked slightly shocked, “You’ve never seen me without my helmet?”

“No,” You laughed, “South and I even made a bet that you slept in it.”

That had made him laugh as well.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked after a few seconds, giving you a smile that made your heart skip a beat. 

You smirked as you made eye contact again, “You’re kinda cute.”

---- Just realized I never used your favorite weapon, lol

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Requests Are Open

I’m new to this, so I don’t know what I’m doing