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agcntward “Well, probably isn’t enough reassurance to get me off your back.” Gisele would most likely roll her eyes at the other’s behavior, if it wasn’t for her being just as stubborn herself. She gave the brunette a persistent push towards the door, stern look in her blue hues. “I will make it worth your while, I promise.”

“I just need to tie my arm up and a bottle of whiskey,” she assured the blonde. Blake hadn’t like the infirmary, the hospital, or anything related to both. Although she had been able to block out most of the incident from her childhood, being in those settings not only gave her terrible anxiety,It made her feel things. “ You can watch me do it in my room if it will help you sleep at night.”

witchguardian

#most wanted ship #FR #crazies

whambamthankyoubram

send one for my muse’s reaction

alternatively, send 🍻 + to make this a drunk text

[text] When I’m not with you, my heart hurts. [text] At some point, the phrase “I’ve hit rock bottom” became less of a figure of speech and more of the general state of my life. [text] I thought being with you would make me happy - I was wrong. [text] I should have known that when you said you still wanted to be friends, you didn’t mean it. [text] So, what, are you just not going to talk to me ever again? [text] How did we go from talking every single day to … this? [text] You know, you not answering my calls or texts is a testament to how much of a coward you really are. [text] I don’t like to leave loose ends and I realized I needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities. [text] You owe me a fucking apology. [text] We used to be best friends - where did it go wrong? [text] I can’t be without you. Please don’t do this to me. [text] (He/she/they) told me what you said, you asshole. [text] What the hell is wrong with you!? [text] Why the fuck would you do something like that? [text] YOU’RE A RUDE BITCH AND I HOPE YOU STUB YOUR TOE LATER TODAY [text] Thank you for finally showing me the truth about you. The truth is, you’re a dick. [text] Fact: You’re adorable. Also fact: You stink at board games. But I love you. [text] I’m a hopeless romantic with the sex drive of a married politician. I’M DOOMED. [text] Can you and your overnight guest maybe keep it down? I’m trying to sleep. [text] I’m bringing home frosties. I need to talk about butt stuff. [text] Listen, I may be naive, but I know what it means when they send that eggplant emoji. [text] YOUR VAGINA IS SO CUTE IT’S LIKE A LITTLE MACAROON [text] I think after tonight I’m 85% lesbian [text] So at what point of the night are we going to decide everyone at this party sucks and we should just fuck each other? [text] Sorry your girlfriend got you a present and you forgot to get her one. How long will your dick be dry? [text] You need to get home NOW. The oven is on fire and the fire department is officially ignoring my calls. HELP! [text]I’m sitting on the couch at 2 AM eating fried chicken in my underwear. Who is the real winner here? [text] I am not ubering you a puppy. [text] If you bring me coffee and a greasy breakfast sandwich, I’ll love you forever. [text] Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire? [text] Just because you are home alone for the weekend doesn’t mean you can act like a nudist. [text] The only things I am doing today are things one can do without wearing a bra. [text] I’m a grown woman and just cried because we ran out of Cheetos. I have PMS. Bring Cheetos to my place, or die. [text] I’ll eat brunch alone. No ones good enough when you’re not around [text] The worst thing about living at your parents’ place again is the struggle to make up more excuses to cover up booty calls. [text] You are probably the most infuriating person I’ve ever met…but you’re weirdly sexy. What I’m saying, is come over. [text] Please don’t bang more than two exes at a time, just so I won’t get confused. [text] How could (he/she/they) not like you!? You’re like, annoying relatable. Like Jennifer Lawrence. [text] Who says you can’t have Reese’s Cups for breakfast? Fucking losers, that’s who. [text] If your (boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other) finds a random like on an Instagram post from 64 weeks ago, that was me. Oops. [text] The only thing I crossed off my to do list today was get high. I’m going places. [text] (He/she/they) is a total bitch and a crappy party host so I stole their dog. It likes me better. [text] I feel like I cold have been bitchier and missed an opportunity. [text] I’m only coming over if you have cocaine or a snickers bar. [text] Would you think less of me if I told you I was eating pizza on the toilet right now? [text] THE LAST STRAW WAS YOU CHANGING THE NETFLIX PASSWORD [text] Dude, what’s wrong with me? I’m like a strong independent woman and shit. [text] DON’T YOU DARE PUT YOURSELF DOWN YOU’RE A BEAUTIFUL BITCH AND ANYONE WOULD BE LUCKY TO BE WITH YOU YOU [text] I’m just so full of love and alcohol [text] WHY WOULD YOU DRUNK DIAL MY HOUSE PHONE YOU IDIOT

lifeinpoetry

If I am anything, it is violence.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from “[…] of the Silence,” Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972 (via mythaelogy)

#musing at the top of my lungs

tempomartinez

“So are you giving me advice on how to deal with you next time?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “Also is that raspberry tea? ‘Cause if so I’m pretty sure you took the last one and that’s fucked up.”

“ I don’t drink any of that sugared rubbish,” she corrected. “A u b r e e was it? Why don’t you make yourself useful,” eyes moved to the other side of the dining hall, finger soon following to point, “ grab some lemon for my water.”

mysterioisms

“What are you even crying about this time?”

“I’m not in the mood for your antics today, Xavier.”

codenamegator

On the list of things Jason wanted to do today, bomb training did not even make the top 10. The delicate activities were more Gisele’s speed. He much more preferred the physical tasks that required less caution. Still, it was something that needed to be done. He rolled his eyes at the sight of his partner for the day. What was that thing about Murphy’s law? “Good luck with that, sweetheart.”

“None needed,” she spat. Blake watched as their instructor spoke, rambling on about the importance of following all protocol on the field. Her eyes flashed to the image on the board, a sigh leaving her mouth. These bombs were merely for amateurs, an angsty teenager could probably make one much better. Nonetheless, her appetite for success only grew as she was handed the first faux bomb. “ The real thing would be much more appealing, don’t you think love?”

echolocaticn

Miles lowered his hand once more, but proceeded to clench it into a fist. “You see, that’s where i disagree,” he exclaimed. he refused to let her think of this as a victory. “You just want people to think that you are,” he added with a cautious tone of voice. “When really, you’re every bit as ordinary as the rest of us. Back off princess.”

Blake couldn’t wipe the grin off of her face. It only continued to g r o w as he spoke, her eyes wandering down to his now clenched fist. “ Hmm,” she began, then stopped herself. “ Darling,” she licked her lips, “ I think you’re just afraid. I know what makes you tick, I know what makes you hurt,” She trailed her fingers against his fist, “ want me to show you?”

Lucent 📲 Blake

Lucent [8:26 pm] haha and then what? ;) *a row of kissy face emojis*

Blake [8:26 pm] SERVICE ERROR 409: THE SUBSCRIBER YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH HAS BLOCKED INCOMING TEXT MESSAGES FROM THIS NUMBER

#lmaoo i hate blake

luccnt

“ Me oh my, I’m so fucking terri—PISS OFF.” Lucent threw the blanket over her head, as if a thin piece of cloth had the ability to drive Blake and her bitchy attitude away. A few pieces of clothes on the floor was too trivial of a matter for her roommate to whip out her arsenal of threats.

Blake glared at her roommate, wishing she had been granted laser vision at the time. It made her absolutely neurotic when the room was not kept to her standards---driving her even more insane when Lucent had let her mess get on Blake’s side. “My threats hold substance, always.”

agentbolt

‘ the beaches of normandy, maybe ?? take me back to d-day, i’m sure i could lend a hand, running across water and all. ’

“Must you insist on talking to with me,tosser?”

agcntward

“I can keep myself alive just fine, thank you very much.” Gisele sounded just as offended as Blake looked. “You should only focus on yourself, - be more like a criminal in a sense. I’m sure that won’t be such a hard thing for you.” It was the closest to a compliment that Gisele could muster, with her antisocial tendencies. “You are so going to the infirmary.. I am not going to take care of that shit myself.”

“Unfortunately,” she sneered, “ the lunch ladies don’t give their special gunk if I let someone die on a mission with me.” Her defensive tone softened, becoming more indifferent and accepting her attempt at a compliment. It was what made Blake slightly dislike her less than anyone else, their inability to express anything other than disdain was what connected them..on whatever level two ice queens could be. “ I’m not going,”she examined the wound herself, “ the bullet isn’t that deep I could probably pull it out.”

@codenamegator

She had been walking quite briskly through the halls---today was her favorite prep day. It was bomb training, which means her--and whoever she was training with, would need to detonate a bomb in different time intervals. A pout broke out onto to her face as she read over the name, Jason and Blake. He would surely want to take charge, only leaving room for them to bicker and not actually get the job done. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed on the door.

“ Let’s get this clear,” she began, “ you can look and I’ll do the hard work darling.”

blake-vincent

You’re next.

#musing at the top of my lungs

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