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uhhhhhhhhh pops back on here for 1 second to say that i hate what golden circle did to roxy
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valleriian:
‘I’M PRETTY SURE finishing this drink is more important than whatever you have to say. look my friend I don’t know you, and I don’t really plan on getting to know you. but if you really need my help I guess I can put it down. ’chugging back the rest of the fruity cocktail that was in his hand he turned his attention to the man standing behind him. ‘ WHAT IS IT THAT YOU NEED ? ’
NEO WATCHED WITH A MILDLY IRRITATED EXPRESSION as the perfectly insufferable fellow downed his bright liquor, one palm leaning against the table. An inky brow creasing, Neo inquired, “You’re makin’ me repeat myself?” (He realized, with some astonishment, how old he sounded, to be scolding some kid on manners or respect or whatever. Who cared?)
Seeming to relax a little bit at the thought that his mission wasn’t fatally endangered without Valerian’s help, Neo pulled out the chair across from the other and sat, a hand coming up to gently squeeze the bridge of his nose. “There’s some ... WORRYING activity my associates and I have spotted in a small district of Alpha. We’re afraid a longtime-wanted criminal has reappeared and is at large.” Looking at him in distaste in his dark eyes, Neo claimed, “I was assigned to take him down beside you, Agent Valerian. Your knowledge of Alpha is valuable to us.”
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“anyone could tell from here.” ( for "joe" )
HIS GAZE FLITS IN THE WOMAN’S DIRECTION from under the brim of his hat, his head dipped in lighting the cigarillo between his lips. Locals were always a good resource in helping him track down people he was after: and she WAS right. The hit in question WAS hidden in plain sight: anyone could tell from here. It’d be a shame to steal him away from the company he was laughing with, yet still … Blondie had the bounty money on his mind more than the criminal’s wellbeing.
“– you’re right,” He agreed after a moment, taking a puff on the cigarillo. “That’s my guy. Thanks.” With one hand, he tipped his hat miniscully in gratitude before moving past the doors, one hand on his pistol. He was about to be 100,000 dollars richer.
#[joe voice] excuse me ma'am? im looking for a man who looks like this. yes i'd like to kill him. thanks for your help#cutesttrick#QUESTIONS.
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“here’s a glass of whatever.” gimme NICK
HIS GAZE FLITS OVER THE ODDLY-COLORED LIQUID, a sort of half-incredulous, half-amused smile stretching crookedly across his lips. Truly, he was astonished every day with the wild and carefree attitude of these days. Nick outstretched his hand to accept the glass, raising it up slightly to eye-level as if observing how it would change in the light. (Or, perhaps, he was just trying to figure out what it was.)
“AH YES … glass of whatever.” He lowers his hand before gently tipping the drink upward in their direction, as if to say cheers in their honor. Eyebrows quirking up, Nick remarks, “My favorite.” It’s a sorry, awkward attempt at humor. He takes a sip. “– thank you.”
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five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!
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Tim Curry in The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
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From Galahad: Ur Da Best
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chavborn:
his arms wrap around her, drawing her closer. he lays his cheek on her head, while he HOPES that his body heat would do some good. roxy is freezing && he can’t help but worry. despite the emotions that run high, the agent stays true to his duty. to keep watch, to be alert && PROTECT any injured ones.
he chuckles but the usual joy && delight he usually has doesn’t fill the sound. “ ya can stay on the beach, lancey. jb can be wiv ya, ” he replies, glancing down as he offers a GENTLE smile. “ a few more minutes, yea? merlin is comin’. ”
A TREMBLING, BLUISH HAND CLASPS EGGSY’S ARM with more weakness than she’d prefer, and her eyes flutter shut, her eyelashes like icy toothpicks against her skin. She exhales shakily, and has to physically keep her teeth from chattering. Roxy doesn’t want Eggsy to WORRY. Yes, she doesn’t want him to worry -- even though she had a ghastly paleness about her, and her hair was as cold as the ocean itself, and her clothes were frozen and ruined.
Roxy was sure Eggsy could always use less stress. She didn’t want to be a cause of that.
“Ss- ss - sounds nice, Galahad.” She breathed shakily, clinging to the other’s warmth & adjusting herself against him. As she dug her fingers into the folds of the others suit, she was alarmed to only feel the pressure and not any of the stinging coldness anymore. Her head dipping from a wave of exhaustion, she murmured: “I can make it. I-- I can make it.”
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NEO HELD HIS GAZE ON THE OTHER’S FACE for a long moment before scoffing very quietly in quite the incredulous manner, his eyes wide and disbelieving beneath dark shades. “I’m sure whatever you’re doing can wait,” Neo pressed, his voice gaining an edge of irritation. “It’s important. Have you listened to anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?”
“-- listen, kid, I don’t have a lot of time to sit here and wait for you. Are you going to help me or not?”
valleriian:
OPEN.
‘ I’M GOING TO STOP you right their before you go any further and just let you know that I have ZERO Idea what your talking about. ’ holding a hand up he shifts in his seat ‘ MY MIND is kinda occupied at the moment. ’
#HI ... I ... HOPE ITS OK THAT I TOOK THIS OMG...#feel free to ignore if not !!!#me: a valerian and the matrix crossover ... nobody ever asked for this except ME#valleriian
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who’s excited for some random giveaway? me!! that’s right, i’ve decided that other than doing some appreciation gifts, my followers can get the banners i’ve been doing too :):) they aren’t anything fancy, but me playing on my photoshop.
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3. likes && reblogs count
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Even a tramp like me, no matter what happens, I know there’s a brother somewhere who will never refuse me a bowl of soup. (x)
#IM !! REALLY !! FRICKED UP !! ABOUT THIS !!#i love the dimension they gave tuco#by showing him fighting his brother like that#and also?? it rlly shows?? how GOOD blondie is??#like he doesnt even ask even though he watched that interaction#but just offers him that symbol of friendship#AND IM FRICKED UP ABOUT IT#MAN WITH NO NAME.#TUCO.#RE: BLONDIE & TUCO.
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That a proposition?
#throwback to the time angel eyes and blondie were like... Buddies#i miss it when they used to call each other 'boy' and 'old man' LIKE#WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAAALL WITH THIS FAMILY DYNAMIC#MAN WITH NO NAME.#ANGEL EYES.
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WHEREVER TROUBLE LANDED, BLONDIE WAS NEVER TOO FAR BEHIND. It wasn’t only because he often deliberately seeked it out -- he was a bounty hunter, after all; looking for trouble was quite literally his occupation.Yet it was also because of his horrid luck that the town the gang had their grip on was the one he just happened to ride into. He was planning something to perhaps apprehend them now: who knew? Maybe their heads would be worth something.
But for now, however, he was simply haggard after a day of being out in the sun for so long. He was glad that the saloon he entered into had a semblance of coolness. It felt wonderful to unwind, to light his cigarillo, and to have a shot of rum set in front of him. Maybe now he’d finally get some well-deserved REST.
Except, maybe not. He didn’t love being told what to do, even if the other was obliged.
Blondie looked at him with his normal wary gaze for seemingly a long second. His expression betrayed none of the subtle irritation he was experiencing. And then, after a moment, he slid off the stool: and moved exactly one stool over, still well within a close proximity to the other. He didn’t say anything. He just removed the cigarillo from between his lips, took a sip of his drink, and then went on smoking. What an asshole.
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Ben Wade’s gang roved into town like a plague of the Biblical sort, working through the hotels, the bars, the stores and finally coming to rest in the saloon. They’ve been there three days, two nights all told.
Third night, Charlie is getting restless. Ben has no time for him. He wanders to the first bar, the only one they didn’t ransack, and sets up with a bottle of his own and all of his problems weighing on his narrow shoulders. He’s edgy about company, someone settling onto the barstool beside him.
‘Fella, I’d be obliged ever so if you were to move off from that seat, there.’
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-Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
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