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No problem brah. Anything for my Draw Something buddy.. Bees, Jawn, Bees.

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mirabilelectu:

At great risk of embarrassing myself, I give you the start of a Martin/Molly fic…

“Your turn, Martin,” said Douglas taking his seat in the cockpit once again. “The lemon is, once again, in play.”

                “You’re lucky this is such a long flight, otherwise I never would have agreed to play,” said Martin remembering the humiliation of attempting to stand up for himself, only to find out there was a lemon taped to his hat.

                “Yes Martin I know. You’ve only said it three times now.” Stated Douglas as Martin stood up. The captain checked his hat before putting it on his head. He gave a nod to Douglas and ventured out of the flight deck. The flight was a full one with almost every seat full. Martin began to make his way down the aisle, nodding to the passengers as he passed. He was so focused on finding the lemon that he almost didn’t notice the young woman sitting alone at the back of plane, a bright yellow lemon sitting on top of the bag on the seat next her.

                “Aha!” exclaimed Martin as he snatched up the lemon.

                “Can I help you?” asked the girl. Martin looked at the pretty brown haired girl with big brown eyes and nearly dropped the lemon.

                “Oh, um, I-I was just looking for this, this,” stammered Martin pointing to the citrus in his hand.

                “Lemon?” offered the girl.

                “Lemon, yes that’s it,” said Martin summoning up a smile. “I’m the, uh, Captain. My name’s Martin.” He said nervously, extending a hand.

                “I’m Molly,” she replied, a slight blush tinting her cheeks as she shook his hand.

*runs and hides in her hole* 


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…MORE MORE MORE!

That was FABULOUS, thank you darling! :D

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One whirlwind hour later you find yourself sitting on a small, dilapidated, but still cozy airplane. A happy and altogether too enthusiastic man bounces over to you down the aisle of the plane, grinning from ear to ear and saying, "Hello! I'm Arthur, and I'll be your steward serving you upon embarkation of today's flight this afternoon. You must be the pretty lady Skip was talking about so much!" A cry of horror comes from the flight deck, but it does nothing to wipe the smile from your face.

  
I love yooooooou. You make me happy.

I love you tooooooo. RP buddies 5ever

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I can't remember how I found your blog, but I will tell you that it was the best thing ever. You're brilliant and your blog is brilliant and polar bears are brilliant and so are camels, the Sahara, and the Niagra Falls.

And that chap from ryan air burping the theme to the muppets was really brilliant!

Thank you so much! <3

  
Nah, you're AWESOME. Here, have some love.
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Aww :)

Love for you too anon

  
No no no no this wasn't supposed to mean you post too much! Said scenario usually happens when I just arrived home from school so... don't you dare start posting less!
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10 – Douglas gives a brows-up look of amused surprise, you aren’t sure if he’s pleased about Martin’s flustered-firmness or amused by it. “This is Arthur Shappey, our steward,” Martin says, indicating a man who looks in his late twenties, but has the sweet, happy grin of a much younger person. His voice matches his expression as he grabs your other hand and pumps it several times rapidly, exclaiming, “Hi! Skip’s hardly said a thing about you, but I knew you’d be brilliant 'cause you like him!"
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sherlock-bbc:

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taylalashae:

this made me giggle.

taylalashae:

this made me giggle.