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what good is being an outlaw when you've got responsibilities? fernando sucre: aggravated robbery. ocs ✔ crossovers ✔ 18+ ✔

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"You know looking at me like that won’t change my mind.”

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"Hey, you never know until you try."

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this update is sorta buggin me out but, who wants a starter.

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the day that i finally decide to come back to tumblr, everything's changed.

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             ❛ Are you sure they're gonna be here, bro? ❜

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Let’s all raise a shot glass of milk in honor of arnold rothstein

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                                                                      ❝ I have been here for less than                                                                         two weeks. I have been starved                                                                             out, felt up, teased, stalked,                                                                      threatened, and called Taylor Swift. ❞

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ancientofaeons:

send me a ➳ and i will generate a number from 1-300  (yes, 300!) for what  my  muse  will say to   yours.

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                                                   you’re        everything.                                                        everything to me.

              you’re my family   ( my whole family.  my whole  l i f e.  my whole self.                                            you        always        have        been. )

                       « IT’S LIKE THERE’S A CORD BETWEEN OUR HEARTS. »

                                                         it’s you and me.                                               it’s always been you and me.                                             WE BELONG TO EACH OTHER.

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ayy so i'll be over here re-making my walt.

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waspychapman:

                                           Piper paused. She hadn’t even expected him to say                                            yes, so she hadn’t prepared where to go with this                                            next — but she would try.

                                         ❝ Is there any chance you could                                                  help me find someone?  ❞

                             He didn't quite understand why she needed his help for something                              so---- simple. Sucre had to be the last person on Earth that knew                              a stranger's whereabouts, yet he didn't stop himself when he said: 

                                                  ❝ I don't know----                                             Who are we talking about? ❞

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What do you think love is?

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"How could you ever think to leave them behind?" / oops probably late

DARK RP STARTERS

      Much like sitting on planes with dense, high surfaces and pale blue firmaments, ears POP at the sound of ear-splitting gunshots and ceaseless yelling. He could still smell a concoction of what seemed like chalk and charred paper— or fireworks springing off into midnight skies, but ended up being gunpowder. Sucre detested being in situations like this, but in times like these it really was every man for himself. He’d attempt to save the lives of those who deserved it, but sometimes you can never really do anything about it. It hurt to know, but when you have the option of choosing your life over someone else’s, Sucre knew which one was more important. Ya estan muertos, he would tell himself. 

                                              They’re already dead.

       Muscles contract in a frantic attempt to stand without having a depleted diaphragm rise an inch more, or have legs stiffen just when it’s time to run for another eternity. Dark brown oculars dance to Michael, then to the hostile milieu they’d just left a few moments ago. Culpability washed over once paranoiac features, his savior’s words leaving a lamented tongue and awarding the recipient a peccant conscience. How could you ever think to leave them behind? He thought, aye, and the thought of leaving an already wounded member was the decision.

     ”Michael!" He dared yell, wild hands gesturing to their less than luxe surroundings. "IT’S TOO LATE!" He was quite aware of his friend’s dire need to help everyone, but oftentimes other possibilities were impractical.      ”It’s too late.” He whispered this time, hands resting on his knees and back hunched in perceptible fatigue. It’s too late, he told himself. Three words, three syllables, yet they couldn’t stick to his brain nor could they be believed.

                                     He’d live with this guilt forever.

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     A quiet sigh sounded from Scofield, he shouldn’t be annoyed — Sucre had a right to be upset and despite the offense he’d first taken, the engineer understood. Prison was unforgiving, the comments from prisoners and guards were usually repulsive — so maybe it was his turn to be embarrassed, “Hey, what about you go into the walls, do some work, I’ll keep the guards distracted.” Scofield smiled, standing to look at his cellmate, “You know what to do in there, it’s your turn to get your hands dirty.”

      He wasn't quite over their feigned relationship until he heard Michael's last words. What about you go into the walls? His heart ceased beating and his head began to shake in an irregular way. He hadn't gone down there since the riot. "No, papi, I can't." It wasn't as if he knew what he'd be doing, after all. Michael was the brains, the mastermind of the conspirators. He was nothing but the mummer's farce that ensured their safety by putting on a midnight show that involved hanging sheets and shaking bunks.  "I can't."