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Muse VS Mun

Out of Muse and Mun, which one:

1: is the most stubborn
2: is the most practical
3: has the shortest temper
4: has the wittiest tongue
5: gets more romantic attention
6: gets in more fights
7: is the most hygienic
8: is the most friendly
9: is taller
10: weighs more
11: is the better singer
12: is the better dancer
13: is more Renegade
14: has the most self-confidence
15: is the biggest liar

unscofficial:

rp-michael-j-caboose:

freelancerladymaryland:

lieutenantjohnsmith:

OKAY BUT THAT SCENE IS SILENT CUS OF THE VOICE OVER

BITTERS IS OBVIOUSLY CURSING LOUDLY

JENSEN AND PALOMO ARE PROBABLY SOBBING

SMITH IS MOST LIKELY TRYING TO BE STRONG BUT HE CAN’T

AND THEN THERE’S THAT ASS HOLE. JUST STANDING THERE. FUCK YOU.

LET’S KILL THAT ASSHOLE.

HOW DARE HE HURT MY LT. BABIES!

THE FUCKER DOESN’T LEAVE WITH HIS GENITALS

No. THAT BAG OF DICKS DOESN’T LEAVE WITH HIS LIFE. TIE HIM TO A WARTHOG AND HAUL HIS ASS OVER THE HIGHEST CLIFF THEY CAN FIND

IT WILL BE THE MOST METAL THING WE’VE EVER SEEN

freelancerladymaryland:

lieutenantjohnsmith:

OKAY BUT THAT SCENE IS SILENT CUS OF THE VOICE OVER

BITTERS IS OBVIOUSLY CURSING LOUDLY

JENSEN AND PALOMO ARE PROBABLY SOBBING

SMITH IS MOST LIKELY TRYING TO BE STRONG BUT HE CAN’T

AND THEN THERE’S THAT ASS HOLE. JUST STANDING THERE. FUCK YOU.

LET’S KILL THAT ASSHOLE.

HOW DARE HE HURT MY LT. BABIES!

THE FUCKER DOESN’T LEAVE WITH HIS GENITALS

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Too tired to really concentrate
Spoilers inbound any sec for the new RvB
Drama bubbling up on my dash because of the typical tumblr fragility which I kinda want to stay out of?

Yeeeeeeep - I’d say now is as good a time as any to go to sleep

Off into the world of Churboose dreams I go! Weeeeeeeeeee! *flies off* Goodniiiiiiiiiiiight!

Yo' Caboose

adam-of-the-ninjato:

rp-michael-j-caboose:

rp-michael-j-caboose:

"Oh! Hi Adam!"

"Again; there’s a difference between opening it and bashing it open" Tucker pointed out, regardless impressed by Caboose’s apparent skill.

The soldier grunted with a “HURK!” as the attack connected, leaving him stunned and stood with his hands across the wound, “Wh-Why Bat people?!” he whimpered, before falling to the floor dead.

Grif had finally regained consciousness and was emerging from the snow, wiping it from his orange armour while shaking his pounding head. “Oh my go-…” he shuddered from the cold, taking deep gasping breaths as he recovered from the airless situation he had been in. Caboose helped him out of the mound while Simmons moved on ahead.

"Uh oh…" the Maroon soldier could be heard saying from down the hall. He quickly ran back to the group with a worried pace, "We’ve got a problem…there’s nothing between us and the base"
"Great!" Tucker celebrated
"No, I mean: There’s literally nothing between us! They’ll spot us as soon as we get out there!”

"Anybody have a Sniper Rifle" Adam wispers before opening a slot at the bottom of Blush. Noticing Grif he puts out his hand "No hard feelings?" He then turns to Simmons. "Once I shoot this, its going to leave a cloud of ash. Think you can get to the base?". He raises Blush into a firing position. "Caboose I need you to cover my back when we start to move okay?"

He then points to Tucker “I trust you’ll keep Grif and Simmons from getting shot in the head when all hell breaks loose”. He then adresses the whole group. “The minute the cloud goes up we move”. He fires Blush at a small rock on the ground ahead before raising Wilt. “Go!”

Grif shook his head and accepted the hand Adam offered. “Fuck man, Sarge has done worse” the orange soldier insisted, as he rose to his feet. Simmons looked worriedly to Adam as he mentioned his plan, “Well I - I guess it could work!” the maroon soldier mentioned, “But it’ll look really suspicious if anyone’s watching!”
Tucker nodded, “Yeah, we’ll be signalling where we are!”

Tucker tried to protest, but Adam quickly set his plan in motion, leaving the soldiers to instead just run after him, towards the door on the other side. Each soldier exclaimed or blasphemed their own little running cry, or in Grif’s case, a whine at the concept of running. But they ran after him, Caboose behind Adam followed by Tucker and Simmons, Grif trailing behind by quite a bit. So tired in fact that he stopped…he stopped in time to look past the smoke screen.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he burst out
"Wha-?!" Simmons turned around
"There’s nobody here!" Grif exclaimed angrily.
He was right, though there was nothing other than the smoke concealing their position, there was also nobody outside to see them or the smoke.

Broken || Open RP [ M!A: Broken 24 hours ]

professor-goodwitch:

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Rider shared the suspicious glance at the soldier that stood before him. He defended this man before and the least he could do was give a simple thank you for saving his life. Without Rider, Glynda wouldn’t even be a huntress at this point in her life. She used him ever since she was a child and it was only the classified technology today that he was able to take human form. The first time he ever took a human form was at least a month before Glynda ever knew Washington. Rider would only be turned into that form once the huntress can no longer take a ten fold of work in her body. He would be brought to human life if the huntress needed his assistance. Rider never went against his master’s orders.

When the soldier turned to look at his master, he gave a small frown thinking even more suspicious would could this man really feel for Glynda. Rider knows all and a lot, of course, this was in his eyes, he could never tell what can something really be until he’s fully confirmed it with further information.

" It is true that I question your relationship with her despite what I’ve seen with my own eyes but.. I wanted to hear with my own ears what you really have with my master." His voice was sharp and kept that suspicious tone in him as he crossed his arms.

" Foreign ambassador." He nodded perking his lips a bit seeming a bit doubtful. Not because he was doubting his position, but Wash’s silent denial of his real relationship with Glynda.

" Your gaze at her when you met her again back at that warehouse tells a different tale." He said and decides to play him a bit by bringing up the small signs that would indicate Wash’s fondness of the blonde professor.

" For a soldier to immediately drop a weapon seeing a blonde woman is dangerous.. Even a trained soldier such as yourself still knows how to hold a weapon despite seeing a woman with just an acquaintance relationship.."

"Surely you weren’t… awe-struck.. When you saw my master save you along with that blue sodlier.. did you no?" He asked.

The former freelancer grumbled audibly as he heard Rider explain his motivations. So this was all to hear some sort of confession? The blue team’s leader was beginning to like this new arrival less and less with each passing moment, despite his best attempts to be civil and make a friend as opposed to a foe. But this long haired figure was really beginning to try his admittedly irritable patience. It was sickeningly refreshing; he felt like he was back in the old days, when his heart was an icy void.

"Yes…a foreign ambassador" he echoed, still holding true to his stern frown at the walking weapon, and still holding true to his word not only to the man, but to the crowd of unwanted visitors (most of whom seemed thankfully uninterested anyway). Besides, as he had rightly insisted to himself, it wasn’t technically a lie. And as long as he continued to keep tabs on his emotion, his actions, his stance, this person would believe it was the full truth…unless of course he knew differently, but that would remove the need for secrecy at least in private conversation.

"Well…pardon me for not predicting the sudden appearance of a walking riding crop" the ex-freelancer spat back defensively, somewhat struggling to fight back the aggravation ever-growing as he stood in the presence of this apparent weapon of his…no, there would be a time for that, but not now…as much as he disdained it, his emotions had to take a back seat. Besides, Rider was right: it had been foolhardy of Wash to drop his guard, especially when coming into the situation expecting a much worse scenario.
Not that seeing Glynda broken as they spoke was an easy sight for his heart to bare.

Gritting his teeth, the corner of his lips twitching, Wash squinted, “Awe-struck is one word for it, I suppose…” he growled. ‘Horrified’ was another.