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mnstcrbnll · 3 months
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@skullkxd
hey Peej quick question. If I had perhaps maybe possibly defied boss’ orders would you narc on me
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"Dude. You know I'd go to hell 'n back for ya."
Hand on shoulder.
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"But I ain't messin' with the boss-- Did you try to sneak twenty-seven Rattatas in the kitchen again?"
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nifretane · 5 months
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"I ain't no Saint I am a god damn sinner. now pay attention and keep your eyes on me , ya' pretty lil' thang"
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intcritus · 5 months
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inbox raid call ❤️
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kellm4n · 10 months
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the problem of course, with family run businesses, is the family part. she'd learned that early in her career. ( though really it may be that family is the problem in general. ) gerri doesn't think too hard about it, doesn't ponder on the things she'd lost, or people she's hurt in her time at waystar. most of the time her thoughts only go so far as to question if logan meant to create such a fucking mess. how he's still managing to cause one from the grave .
" work kept me late. " an excuse @heartsbreaking has no doubt heard before as mother sets her bag down. the tailgate party had gone just as horribly as gerri expected, she'd only meant to stop by, a favor to frank and perhaps herself. the discussion with roman was needed, and she'd had to wait for him to seek her out.
shit happens. (from vivian maybe?)
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deep breath. gerri hates this, the lack of confidence, she is usually good on her feet, used to the feeling of a rug ripped from beneath her. apologies do not come naturally, but she is trying to get better, at least with the girls.
" i'm sorry. we can reschedule . . . " offer is made as olive branch. she's still in fight or flight mode, stomping on egg shells, and the callousness of it shows. perhaps this particular discomfort comes from a lack of energy. she hasn't been this exhausted since baird.
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zbloodwhisper · 2 months
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bit of a ramble but i decided to go through my old kin blog and tbh i have many mixed feelings abt that time
don't get me wrong, i am kin, i will never not be, i didn't stop being kin, and i still feel like my kintypes affect my life and all, but i definitely feel like I've lost a bit of that connection i had with my past
it's more of a bittersweet thing, because at the time i remember it consumed too much of me i lost things I valued in this life as well, and I'm truly glad I'm more in touch with the people around me than before, i feel like I finally found people that make life worth living instead of making it hell and wishing for my other loved ones to come back. part of me used to focus on the past so much because i didn't like the situation i was living in, and as much as it was good for me, to remember the good times and discover more and more of myself, i was wishing to live in a life that already had its time.
i guess what im trying to say is that i want to make this life and my memories as beautiful as the past, so my next life will remember them fondly, as much as i remembered my past lives in this one. that i want to carry on my legacy of everything that i ever lived, and make the best out of every life i will ever live.
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nervocat · 2 months
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GUYS HELP WHY IS MY AVENTURINE FIC GETTING SO MANY REBLOGS IN SUCH A SHORT AMT OF TIME HELLO????!!¡!?!?;?;
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conheaded-a · 11 months
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there are animals in the wild that evolved blind because of the darkness of their environment, he feels that now. the rarity of father’s attention, it burns like the sun on his skin, he flinches away from the light. there is something about his father that makes him shrink, something about the harshness in his gaze, the air around him even, that adds weight to the rock in the pit of his stomach, darkens the void of want until he feels it may swallow him hole.
"suit yourself. you'll regret it tomorrow."
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" i'm not, pa. " he protests, but it's weak. no confidence in defiance, connor is the peacekeeper, the one who wants it to be nice, for everything to workout. he's not sure if he's trying to convince @rvolving or himself.
" willa is good, you don't have to believe it, or . . . or agree, but she is. she's good, and you'd like her, if you'd get to know her. " and he believes that, no matter what, he believes that. " and yeah, maybe i'll have some regrets, but what relationship doesn't have it's quirks ? " son asks earnestly, he'd never gotten parental advice, everything he knows about relationships is stored in waystar productions films, in what glimpses he got at his father and mother when they were happy, if there was ever a time when they were.
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krakean · 7 months
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how long have they known @n1atruc ? ed isn't entirely sure, they've known one another for quite some time anyway, far before stede and the crew of the revenge had stumbled into his path. they'd gotten up to quite a bit of mischief in their time. that's the thing about pirates he supposes, chaos often brings people in and out of their lives like the tide, and much like the ocean waves there are times they are swept away, swept under, never to be seen again.
where the fuck you been?
“ 's a long story mate, don't know if you've got the time for it. ” there's hurt there, hidden behind the casualness of their demeanor. why would crowley care ? and then, why would edward care to tell him ?
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“ though i've got quite a few tales to tell. . . ” don't leave. edward offers casually, asking him to stay without saying, he doesn't beg, blackbeard doesn't beg. doesn't fear people leaving . . . he's used to the tide by now.
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flykept · 8 months
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“ what do you think you are in the Grand Scheme of things ? ” violet gaze finds @n1atruc , though whether this is genuine curiosity or malice is yet to be discerned : at least not by gabriel himself. he thinks himself to be holy, above the rest of the flock of heaven, their temporary shepherd in this trial, and so he acts it. sitting on his high horse.
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“ where exactly are you meant to . . . ” they make a loose motion toward crowley's body, vague and up for interpretation as to what it might mean before gabriel clarifies. “ fit ? ” as a demon, the simple answer would be amongst the legions of hell, for all the wrong doings the demon crowley has committed. but then, his source in The Below tell him that perhaps aziraphale has had more than a hand in quite a few of the aformentioned misdeeds.
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osgoblins · 1 year
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ㅤ  an old friend. ( if you could call him that. ) emerald gaze dances over octavius, taking in every wrinkle, every feature that may have changed with the years. the caution in it's observation should not be mistaken for timidity. there is calculation in his approach. he is trying to find something, see something, to read him.
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  " you know something. " he speaks without such caution, the statement is pointed, more an accusation thrown at @0cktis , hardly a moment passes before he seems to catch up with himself, corrects himself with friendly smile, though something's changed, it doesn't quite reach his eyes. " planning to share with the class, doc ? "
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mnstcrbnll · 7 months
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slaughtyr · 8 months
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the clinic is hidden, abandoned houses are aplenty in small towns, often looked over, ghosts of homes they used to be. large cities are much the same with abandoned apartments, sprawling towers, ugly things no one wants to look at. her occupation often calls for her to look at the ugly, to see the monsters hiding under beds. she does not doubt the medic does the same, though catching the monsters and bandaging them are two very different things.
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“ you're a good doctor, @nightmdic , but i think you need to realize when a line needs to be drawn. ” she cannot yet prove what marie is doing, and part of her doesn't want to, people don't deserve to die on the streets, good or bad that is no way for justice to be served, but allowing them to leave after is another thing entirely. curiosity shines in the agent's eyes, sparks in her mind like wildfire.
“ doesn't it concern you ? that one of them could come back with a not so friendly motive ? you stitch up the wrong person it could make you a lot of enemies. ”
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intcritus · 5 months
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kellm4n · 1 year
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the air smells of red meat and flora, the sun sits high in the sky, this is no hidden fling, no air of mystery shrouds their meeting place in melodramatic lighting. it’s rather bright actually, the lights give a warm tone to the room, and the atmosphere is friendly, or as friendly as business can be. the restaurant is upscale, perhaps lower than she would usually use to wine and dine someone before fucking them, but she’s trying to play fair in this acquisition, and part of her hopes she won’t be forced to show her hand at the first meeting. the table she’s chosen is toward the back, far enough from the kitchens as to keep traffic away but not too far to avoid suspension. every other table around her is empty or practically so, though it is far from an intimidation tactic, not yet, for now she wants to respect their privacy and while this conversation is best had in public, staying out of the media’s prying eyes is best for both their sake.
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when she sees the @nightmdic and the bouncer approach the businesswoman stands with an outstretched hand and polite upturn of her mouth. “ gerri kellman, we spoke on the phone. thank you for agreeing to meet with me. ” gaze flickers toward the bouncer, he looks decidedly unhappy to be here, and gerri takes a note of that, wonders if this is a house divided situation, and just how she can use that if or when she needs to. " please, sit. "
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nervocat · 2 months
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took like 10 taps to get your inbox-
DUMBI’S HCS TIME
you are shorter than me bc you have to be .. i’m 5’3
darkish hair, maybe dirty blond?
pretty eyes !!
cold hands but a warm heart :3c
okay that’s all :D
HCS HAHA but uh.. we're actually the same high and I have dark brown hair and idk how to describe my eyes, but they're mixed with the colors blue, green and hazel (at least the last time I checked they were).
And I don't rlly know abt my hands.. no one ever rlly holds them and I don't rlly have anyone regularly touch my hands but I think they're warm most of the time??
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conheaded-a · 11 months
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unlike logan, connor doesn't pick favorites, he loves each of the kids equally, has since the day they were brought home. he doesn't see them as often as he'd like to, pa had talked about connor needing to be independent, and caroline had agreed. packed him up and shipped him off. that makes something in his chest tight, makes him ache in a way his father could never hope to. but he's home for a visit for the fourth, dad's at work and con's on babysitting duty. he loves it.
@rvolving has just found out if you stab a pencil through the cap of a water bottle it can be used in much the same way as a water gun, and in order to keep the peace between rome and shiv, connor has taken the brunt of this new found discovery. he'd tried acting as the serious brother, but kenny was far more fit for that role, and in recent years connor has learned he really doesn't want it anyway.
[ object ] — sender chases receiver around the house with an object meant to be used as a weapon.
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he isn't running at full speed, needs to give baby brother a chance to actually catch him. eldest brother ducks around the table, sneakers squeaking on the floor as he runs ( caroline would be very 'cross' with him. ) accusing finger is pointed in baby brother's direction. " don't you dare ! " and that's a dare in itself, really.
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