#dancingfossil

[qxaintrelle-blog]

dancingfossil

"Ah, excuse me sir, would you be able to tell me the opposites of these words:             "always," "coming," "from," "take," "me" and "down."

[projectwinter]

◎ "After all this time?"

A frown drew his brows together. "What?", he asked gruffly, still trying to recover the memories of this face ... he knew that face. That man knew him. "How much time?"

[xagentcarter]

♒

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

    Are you bleeding?

[starfleetkindmedic]

dancingfossil started following you

"Tough day?"

[insistenteyes]

"Beg your pardon, little lady, but what's a Tris?"

       Little lady

  She wasn't the tallest girl in her bunch, but still–- little lady? Tris stared up at the much larger man and glared at him. He was mocking her.

              What's a Tris?

       He was definitely mocking her.

                  "You're not serious."

[qxaintrelle-blog]

Attack on Dani

SEID IHR DAS ESSEN? NEIN WIR SIND DIE DANJI

[xagentcarter]

"SPIT IT OUT!"

Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!

    “I'm not guilty!”

[projectwinter]

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Yes, please! i am ALWAYS open to plotting with Steves!

[xagentcarter]

[+5]

  [ she hears approaching footsteps,     and since she currently has a pencil     perched between her red lips, she isn't     exactly prepared to speak -- hence     her brilliant opening line. ]                                                                   -----Mmmf?   [ and then she removes the pencil. ]                     So sorry. What is it?

[awidowedheart]

Steve grabbed Nat's arm, using this weird thing called a Sharpie, he wrote "On your left." on her.

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

"… Steve?" Natasha wondered, arching an eyebrow over at the blond. "Has anyone ever called you a smug little shit, out of curiosity?" She chuckled, an amused glint to her eyes.

[misanthropicmegara]

"All these men are so doll dizzy and the gals are khaki whacky, but I don't even know how I got here. I'm not sure I can even consider it dancing, Miss,but there was a bunch of ducky shincrackers and I was just a dead hoofer with a dreamboat named Peggy. Say, you look like an eager beaver of a Dane, could you help a guy out and tell me where I am?"

Megara blinked. All that jargon… what had he said? She tried to filter it through… okay. Something about dancing, and then asking for directions…

"You didn’t see the sign?" she asked, and pointed, up above their heads, where the neon lights announced the music festival was in full swing. "Did I hear something about dancing? You don’t look like you’re the most dexterous fellow ever, but maybe I’m wrong."

[awidowedheart]

[text] I accidentally sent it to the wrong person, help?!

Send my muse one of the following texts to see how they react:

[text] Sorry Steve, once it’s out there, it’s kind of out there for good.