The Doctor: WHOSE?!
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i think there should be AU’s and then there should be UA’s
because Universe Alterations would be a good name for when your characters are in the exact same universe but you’re altering just a couple of plot points or a few character traits
EVERYONE WE ALL NEED TO MAKE THIS A THING
GOD THIS WOULD MAKE SHIT SO MUCH EASIER
If I could describe Greg Lestrade in one photo this would be it.
#Its not my division if I cant see it
that tag
Jeremy Renner singing New York State Of Mind on Jimmy Fallon.
I was NOT expecting THAT voice out of THAT man.
SWEET JESUS
HIS VOICE
MOTHER OF GOD
I CAN’T OANGA FHAFJA;DJF;WHOH HOW
OH MY SHIT. OH MY SHIT.
THAT VOICE.
IT’S LIKE THE ANGELS DESCENDING FROM HEAVEN CAME FROM HIS MOUTH.
Clint adjusted himself in the chair and cast his eyes downward. “Same goes for me. Manhattan’s where it all began. Matter of fact, it wasn’t until a few months ago that I was finally capable of getting more than two hours of sleep a night. It was those Goddamn nightmares…” He said, his smile now gone, voice morose.
The nightmares. More like hellish hallucinations. Half the time when Tony woke up, he still felt like he was back in the dream, still felt the need to scream, to cry out. “I know..they’re, well, they’re awful.”
An awful nightmare. A pretty redundant statement, but nothing else said could have summed it up better. “I’ve yet to experience a nightmare that was anything short of awful— guess that’s why it’s a nightmare in the first place, right?” Clint flashed Tony a slanted grin, hoping it would help to lighten the bleakness of the conversation.
“Keepin’ in simple, good choice.” Clint made his way to the mini fridge in the far corner and took out two bottles of chilled beer. “There’s more where that came from.” He said, extending the bottle in Lady Loki’s direction.
She lightly took the bottle from him, giving a nod in response. “That is good to know.” She mused as she opened the bottle.
Clint took a spot across from her and propped a boot on the table, his eyes never straying from the other’s face. “I’d say let’s drink to somethin’, but nothin’ sentimental comes to mind.” His shoulders shrugged, and with a slight tip of the bottle in Loki’s direction, Clint brought it to his mouth and took a swig.
