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uh- hello tumblr?
{{ -- me wanting to rp greg vs the fact that im in full time work and running an etsy and doing some writing and the art for a podcast }}
{{ -- i was talking to my friend abt greg and now im emo and i miss him ;-; }}
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Rupert Graves: Clapham Junction (1)
{{ -- i want to write. i really fucking want to write but my head is just so loud all the time i cant make sense of anything }}
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NO ONE IS BORN BROKEN.
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10. Mystrade.
Once again, I’m cheating. Don’t ask me how. Some of you already know. But homework doesn’t allow me to draw these days. Anyway, this is a scene from a fanfic I’m writing.
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ALSO. TO ANYONE WHOS EVER SENT ME AN ASK
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Rupert Graves Edit - as Patrick Standish in ‘Take a Girl Like You’ -
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well then let’s hope you solve your little problem, GREG
{{ -- why must I ship Greg with e v e r y o n e }}
Anonymous asked:
“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.” - highheelsxhighstandards
“’M ffine.” The soft slur that taints Gregs’ words makes the statement rather redundant.
He’s dead on his feet; he knows it, Keaton knows it- Hell, God knows it, if such a being even exists. It’s evident in the way his shoulders slump and his form shifts precariously as he tries his darnedest to stay standing. He should sit. He should have sat down hours ago. He’s probably going to hurt himself if he doesn’t sit, but Greg is nothing if not stubborn.
With a softly furrowed brow that he grasps at the wall beside him and shakes his head. Regret and a panicked Oh shit flash through his head as he stumbles, hand shooting out to steady himself further.
“No, no--... ‘M’okay.”
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“I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”
“Still alive? Bloody-- Barely, by the looks of it-!” Greg drags a hand through his hair, gaze flickering over the injured Dennis stood before him. The poor lad looks like he’s struggling to stand, and when Greg is worried like this he knows he wont be able to keep his form solid enough to help him if he stumbles. Fuck.
“Jesus Christ, Dennis, being dead is supposed to be my job, not yours.”
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Air Force One is Down (2012).
Немного брутального серба на сон грядущий ;)))
Black shirt ❤️
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Extremely Exhausted Starters
- “You. Rest. Now.”
- “You took five steps and need to sit down again?”
- “I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”
- “I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”
- “Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”
- “Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”
- “I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”
- “We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”
- “When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”
- “… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”
- “We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”
- “You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”
- “I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”
- “Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”
- “Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”
- “Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”
- “I’ve had no energy for three days.”
- “You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”
- “Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”
- “If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”
- “I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”
- “You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”
- “This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”
- “You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”
- “I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”