kalopsia

[text] man when you say things like that i wonder… [text] nah i’m joking. you’re an angel wrapped in demon’s clothing [text] well i’ve been in you [text] so think of that instead [text] hahahaahaha i’m not sorry [text] you’re in denial and that’s okay [text] its often the first step

[msg] no you don’t [msg] oh my god can you not while i’m at work [msg] or i’ll come home on my lunch break. or close early. [msg] i’m not grieving about demon eyes [msg] they don’t exist

[text] is that a good thing? cause with you i never know [text] how is that weird? [text] isn’t that a saying or something? [text] plus last i checked buddha was a real cool dude [text] NO. it’s DEMON. like really bad [text] you could feel the vicious intent coming from them

[msg] I guess it is. sometimes I’m on the fence about it [msg] but mostly I like you so it’s okay. [msg] I don’t know it might be but I don’t have a buddha [msg] and certainly not one in me [msg] no way. it can’t be that bad [msg] i don’t believe that.

[text] atta girl [text] you just have to remind yourself that not everyone is as incredibly smart and perfect [text] as you [text] or try to find your inner buddha [text] instead of giving her the demon eyes [text] which i know you’re doing so stop and take a break [text] drink a soda or something

[msg] sometimes you’re syrupy sweet sometimes [msg] also i don’t have an “inner buddha” i don’t have any buddha [msg] that’s a weird thing to say to someone [msg] they’re not DEMON eyes okay. they’re just [msg] stink eyes. it’s not my fault she’s awful.

[text] pretty illegal [text] like the physical assaulting kind where a person could press charges [text] in case you didn’t know [text] and none. cause you’re not dumb enough to actually do it [text] what happened? she annoyed you? [text] oh wait! everyone does

[msg] i hate you. [msg] to be fair she keeps asking stupid questions [msg] and then gets mad when I give her stupid answers [msg] i’m not going to punch her [msg] but i’m going to think really hard about it

#char: fiona #anamnesisofardor #anamnesisofardor: tristan

anamnesisofardor

[msg] how illegal of me is it to punch this girl in the face [msg] i mean, [msg] how much bail are you willing to pay

His fingers dialed her number, which he knew by memory, and waited for her to pick up. What he hadn’t told her, though, was that he was parked outside of her building. “Hey, my little scientist,” he says when she finally picks up. “Why don’t you hurry that little ass of yours and we can go grab some lunch?”

#in the game of ships you win or you cry #no but really it hurts me all the time too #just thinking about them tbqh #char: kenzi #seianime: william

She picked up and to some she might look angry, but Will would know that she was joking around even despite her tone. And as she gathered her things she laughed in his ear. “I’m starving lunch sounds great. Where do you want to meet up?” But she’d barely gotten the question out of her mouth when she stepped outside to see Will smiling up at her from where he was parked across the street. “I guess right there,” she mused, hanging up the phone as she walked down towards him.

[ msg: kenzi ] you can’t expect to be a rocket scientist if you don’t do your homework. [ msg: kenzi ] but also tell your teacher to hurry up cuz rocket science can wait

#total dorks honestly. like who gave them the right #char: kenzi #seianime: william

[msg: will] maybe I will be a rocket scientist without doing my homework [msg: will] just to prove you wrong [mgs: will] okay i’m out call me

[ msg: kenzi ] only after you do your homework. gosh. [ msg: kenzi ] lol take your time, princess.

#char: kenzi #OH MY GOD SAME #and funny story i'm gonna rebloob a thing ffor you o n the main wheni find it #seianime: william

[msg: will] ha. okay DAD [msg: will] as soon as the prof lets us go i’ll give you a ring

jagermissles

[ msg: kenzi ] I miss my girl. [ msg: kenzi ] Give me a call, Kenz

#SCREAMING IT'S LIKE 5000% OKAY #seianime: william #char: kenzi

[msg: will] I’m almost out of class. Can I call you when I get out? [msg: will] I miss you, Will.

killthekingdom

Dee had graduated from the academy exactly six months ago today along with a handful of other recruits who had proven themselves worthy to work for the FBI after facing rigorous training imposed upon them by standards that was far more serious than she’d imagined. But despite the physical standards that Dee had to uphold, she’d managed to pull through, though not without a little blood sweat and tears. And despite all this she’d been close to the top of her class, the only thing standing in her way had been Andrew--a perfectionist asshole who’d yelled at her on more than one occasion when she didn’t perform to his standards. Which didn’t matter in the long run seeing as how Dee graduated second. Still impressive to her father who when she called to give him the big news, sounded like he’d won the lottery. He was so proud of his daughter, and when she heard it tinge his voice over the phone, her heart had swelled. Which was why, when she got wind that she was getting shipped to the New York Field Office to start work the following fall, Dee was even more excited at the prospect. She’d gone back home after Quantico to see her father and spend some time with him before she started her first assignment. And the months leading up to going to New York were nice. They were filled with easy summer days in which Dee would sit on the front porch of the house she was raised in and drink sweet tea with her ailing father who had an aide who came in the morning and stayed most of the day to keep him company and take care of the house. It was those summer days she kept in mind as she pushed her hands nervously down the front of her slacks to let the wrinkles loose. She held tight to her briefcase and nit picked at the nonexistent lint clinging to her blouse while he heels clicked on the smooth tile in the entry of the building. She had to make a pit stop on the first floor in order to receive her pass to the building already coded with her clearance and where she could go in the building before she was told to go to the elevator and to the fourth floor where she’d start the tests she had to take in order to receive her badge and gun and then they’d sort the recruits into desk duty and field work. Dee was optimistic about the whole thing. It was a new chapter in her life and there wasn’t really much that anyone could do to bring her down in this moment except maybe someone who had been somewhat of a rival to her when she was in the academy. Namely a certain blonde man who harbored a holier than thou attitude who was sitting in the conference room where she had been instructed to wait for her next orders. And she did as she was told, ignored whatever look he might have given her and sat on the opposite side of the table (there were only three or four of them in the room and the other two were chatting quietly about something that they had shared in the classes leading up to their dissertation). Finally, she spoke up if only because her southern roots couldn’t let her be that rude. “Surprised to see you here,” she said. “I thought they’d for sure send you straight to Quantico instead of sticking you in the New York office.”

#dee why u got ur shit face on #killthekingdom #killthekingdom: andrew #char: dee

ohnxmacht-blog

He always felt his life slipping through calloused fingers, like dry sand on a non-existent shore. Too caught up in the unhealthy habit of bottling up every emotion’s concept, which could be grasped by the human mind, to slowly turn it into embers of anger, sparking only every now and then when numbness was fleeting.

Aware of the familiarity her features held — his mind still in frantic search for the source of the image of a past time, flickering inside a hollow mind with unknown letters in neon color to phrase a name he’d long forgotten. Never one to remember the word parents dubbed their children as. Wanted the infected cells of his brain on stand-by, to illuminate the memory. Illuminate the dark corners of a mind invaded by contagious misery, spread throughout a living corpse at this point.

Like every so often his tongue was tied into tight knots. Only the gazing from a cold shade of azure in nature of pure calm to postpone an immediate reaction to the string of simplistic words, easily understood by the common specimen of the human kind, she delivered in a smooth sound.

He missed the ticks of an invisible clock. Only was aware of the silence that had spread between the two of them, like a balm to ease a tense interaction of what looked a whole lot like discomfort for people outside. And then the word that triggered the revelation. A short-lived smile twitched at the corners of a thin-lipped mouth. “Don’t worry. You don’t.”

#char: min #ohnxmacht #wow sorry this took like nine years pls love me #and imiss yoU SOPHIA

She nodded pushing her hair behind her ear before rubbing her hand up her arm nervously--feeling like she’d strangely overstepped some bounds with a stranger that looked vaguely familiar from a place she hadn’t even been in years. “Sorry. Everyone kind of looks ambiguously familiar since I dropped out of college the first time,” she admitted. Some days life seemed to move too fast for her and others it felt like it was creeping by at a snail’s pace, and usually having her therapy so close to the office closing was easier for Min, but today, it just seemed like the day had become unnecessarily long. She was ready to go home. Ready to take her medication or at least angrily staring at it like it would automatically make its way into her system. She wasn't sure which tonight, and she wouldn't know until it was actually time to take the meds. “Anyways, sorry for sounding like a nutcase. I guess it comes with the territory,” she mused, gesturing back towards the office she’d just been coming out of. She didn’t like to classify herself as crazy, but sometimes she really felt that way. “I’m Min, by the way. And if we haven’t met it’s nice to meet you...?”

rosethegeekarchive-blog

“Have you met yourself? No? Then you obviously don’t know how impossible you are. No, I’m not letting that chick watch my precious Sam. I don’t trust her and if I have to cancel my plans once again to watch Sam, then I will do just that. Since you obviously can’t own up to actually watching her on the weeks you are supposed to. It’s so typical these days.”

#rosethegeek #char: soren

“Yes, yes I have. And I’m not nearly as impossible as you. If you want to ditch work, that’s cool I don’t care. I told you I can support us, but last week you were complaining about all the time you were taking off work. Make up your mind woman.”

chaotic-soliloquies-deactivated

jagermissles

Xander sighed, settling onto a stool at the bar where the men he worked for most frequented. It was a hot bed for information, but he couldn’t exactly walk up to someone and ask them to spill their guts, not when his loyalties were supposed to lie where there’s did as well. Rubbing a hand down his jaw he glanced around, lifting a finger at Ed, the big burly bartender, who’d owned, the establishment going on thirty years now. “Pull me a draft.” He requested before turning, elbows resting against the bar at his back. When his gaze locked on the raven haired woman a few feet away the male offered her a lopsided smile. “Haven’t seen you around here for a bit. I didn’t scare you off did I?”