Peter Solarz
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@oblitusxfilius
kevinsoloap || kevin.
“Then walk around it? I know where everything is. I don’t need you to mess with my organization system.”
“if this is your definition of organization, man i don’t want to know what your definition of disorganized is.”
kevinsoloap || kevin.
“It’s not all over the place, it’s where I need it. Don’t move it!”
“it’s in the damn way, i already tripped twice. i’m just gonna move it out of the way.”
kevinsoloap || kevin.
@oblitusxfilius liked your post “Starter Call”
“What the hell are you doing with my stuff?”
“relax, kev, i’m just moving it since it’s all over the place.”
i have’t called myself a fan of supernatura| for years whAT IS THIS
All the movie monsters and nightmares are real
the forgotten son.
indie & semi-selective adam millian from spn. rebooted: 9.29.17 penned by miko
Sense8 Season One Sentence Starters Feel free to change pronouns/descriptions/etc. appropriately!
“So this is how you’ve been hiding from me?”
“We are born into this world the same way we will leave it: alone.”
“I’m not sure what’ll give me more pleasure: the money, or seeing his face.”
“The stuff he’s talking about? It is exactly what you need.”
“Say one more word and I’ll colonize your face with my fist.”
“I can’t tell you how bad I feel even being here, because I know I shouldn’t even be asking you this, but I have no one else to turn to.”
“You’re scared. You needn’t be.”
“I don’t owe you for what you did, but you should know: I won’t ever forget it.”
“You have no idea what’s going on, right? So you just kind of have to let go and go with it.”
“You just look them right in the eye, and you lie.”
“This is like some crazy witch burning shit.”
“You cannot kill a man like that. If you want to do it right, you aim here, for the jugular.”
“You came back. I knew you would.”
“If I wasn’t such a bad person, I would let you get on with your life.”
“It’s not something you make happen; it’s something you let happen.”
“I just spent the last two hours getting my ass reamed by the feds.”
“There are few things that are unpleasant to me than to hear you whine.”
“Impossibility is a kiss away from reality.”
“I’m not calling you or anyone else.”
“Sometimes, violence is necessary. Violence changes things.”
“You are safer there than where you were.”
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think I’d ever have to revisit this part of my life. I’m sorry.”
“If you guys are starting some crime fighting super team Charlie’s Angels shit, you count me in.”
“Legality is a bit of a moving target.”
“I know I’m the bad guy.”
“Fuck her in good health.”
“I would never go straight.”
“I’m sensing a bit of a negative vibe here.”
“If you didn’t hear voices at least once, you were doing something wrong.”
“Just promise me no matter what you have to do, you will not let that happen to me.”
“Gods don’t give a shit about us. I speak from experience.”
“Only thing I want to ruin is that smart mouth.”
“Love ain’t nothing but a black hole.”
“If life has taught me anything, it’s that I can take a punch.”
“Not fair? This is the real fucking world. Nothing’s fucking fair.”
“The idea of praying to a god to somehow influence my own fate is both primitive and terribly sad.”
“I don’t know what you should do. All I know is what I have to do.”
“I was living in two separate worlds. And then somehow they crashed into one another. Now everything is dead.”
“I was afraid that if I came here I would want to die – or worse, that I wouldn’t want to.”
“I want to believe that the past is done with us the moment we are done with it.”
“What makes us ‘us’ is far less important than what makes them ‘them’.”
“Lying is easy. It’s what I do.“
“I know what you did. You will pay. I swear it!”
“I’m an all access kind of girl.”
“This is a bad place. You should not be here.”
“Some things in our lives are inevitable.”
“Crying won’t help him.”
“I don’t know how to use my fists, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.”
“What kind of man betrays his own fucking family?”
“When I give instructions, I expect them to be followed.”
“You didn’t expect this, did you? Have you made a mistake?”
“Are you real?”
“You did it. You saved us.”
“What Took You So Long?”
Dean had been fixing Baby up once again. He had saved one of his brothers, but the fact that he had left the other one behind to rot had been on his mind. As if he didn’t have enough on it already. He knew he could save everyone and it hadn’t been the kid’s fault John had actually tried to give him a normal life. But it still stung, all Dean had was take care of Sammy. Or having to take care of everyone else. It begins to wear on people after awhile. But still, he had to always pretend that nothing was wrong. That he would be able to do it in the end.
That lie had seemed to go on forever. They were just lucky, even with that luck their lives sucked ass. If they weren’t going to do it? Who would.
@oblitusxfilius
He got out.
By some goddamn miracle or another, Adam Milligan was out from the Cage, from that godforsaken entrapment with two archangels as his roommates-- one archangel who had used his face because his brother - the brother that spouted ideals about family and how family was first, always - had run out of that green room long ago. It felt like millenia had passed, time blurring into shadows and pain and agony, but it was only a few years. A few years since he was dragged under and a few years now that he was awake, walking and moving. He had avoided any indications that the Winchesters were in town, were nearby, wanting to avoid his so-called family. They left him behind, left him to ROT; he didn’t need them, and they had made it clear that he wasn’t family.
It was by some unlucky twist of fate that he had seen a very familiar black Impala, sitting out in front of some motel, as innocuously sleek and innocent as it was when he was first 12, when one John Winchester rode up in it declaring he was his father, gone for most of his life because of work. Before Adam could stop the anger from overflowing in his chest, before he could convince himself to ignore the fire burning in his head, feet led him to the Impala and to the body leaning over its exposed hood, words sharp as knives and blue hues steely with what felt like millenia of festering hurt and hate.
“--Winchester.”
No use of a first name, as they weren’t that familiar, but mostly because the blond couldn’t quite see who it was.
“Well, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that, honestly. But I am flattered,” she teased, a chuckle escaping her lips. Looking up at the cabin, she took a deep breath in and let it out slow. She tugged her jacket off after a moment, settling it over his shoulders–it wouldn’t do much for him, but there was residual warmth on it, and it’d help him until they got up to the cabin. Up there, she could settle him down with a couple of blankets and work on getting him warm again. “C’mon. Let’s get you back to a warmer temperature, yeah?”
A gentle expression settled over her face as she looked at him, now draping an arm over his shoulders, as awkward as it was. She was still warm herself–and for now, that warmth would help too. Giving him a gentle lead towards the cabin, she let out a soft hum and bit her lip. Maybe when they tried next, they could say away from the water. It seemed way too dangerous an operation to try to pull off down there. With temperatures falling so fast in the late part of the year, it made hunts by the water more dangerous.
A kind of dangerous that neither of them honestly needed.
“We’ll get it next time, for sure. Completely away from the water though–this is one of those things I’d like to avoid repeating, if at all possible,” she added, cocoa hues shifting to her partner. “When we get up there, I’ll pull the big blankets out of the closet. You can get dry clothes on, and bundle up in those while I work at that fire and soup thing. Okay?” Levi hoped that the cold dip he’d taken wouldn’t turn into something much worse. She was keeping her fingers crossed on that.
“Anyone willing to feed me is a saint, okay? Don’t fight me on this, Levi; just accept it.”
Arms still crossed firmly over his abdomen, Adam was valiantly trying to stop the shivers from racing down his spine, goose- bumps breaking out across exposed, wet flesh, jaw clenching as he struggled to stop his teeth from chattering. Despite his best efforts, teeth clacked together and body shook, the chill seeping further into his bones and body. Eyes closed, the blond didn’t see the brunette set her jacket on his shoulders until the weight of fabric settled. Hues opened to glance down at the open edges, before fingers grasped the fabric to keep it settled on his shoulders, a soft noise of gratitude leaving him. The jacket was particularly warm, and it would get wet before it would warm him up, but he was grateful nonetheless.
Levi, though shorter than him, stood by his side to wrap an arm around his shoulder and Adam found himself bending at the waist to accommodate for the height difference, resulting in him leaning further into her warm side in a search to keep his own cold body warm. Allowing the woman to lead him, the blond fell into step besides her and exhaled a breath, eyes closing for a moment as a shiver raced down his spine. He was still sorely angry that he had managed to lose his footing and plummet into the icy waters, though he was more focused on incapacitating the ghoul than he was his own well-being. Still, he was embarrassed that he had fallen into the water.
“Yeah, no, I like the water but only when it’s hot, not when it’s 60-something degrees.”
Adam would very much like to avoid taking another dip in the near future, ghoul be damned. Teeth chattered once more, words cut off before they could form on his tongue. Inhaling sharply through nostrils, as if already irritated by his inevitable wavering, stuttered out words, breath leaving him in a soft huff of air. Trudging through the undergrowth took his focus for a few moments, before he nodded once in agreement to her words, mostly focused on the prospect of dry clothes and a fire to sit by. Lips parted to give a verbal response yet his chattering teeth prevented the words from leaving his mouth and, instead, Adam made a noise that was akin to consent.
“—–If we had a way to get you out sooner, we would have. You gotta realize that.”
“Doesn’t mean that I still don’t feel ABANDONED.”
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send me a number between 1-1000 and my muse will say how they feel about your muse
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@corruptedones is curious about Adam’s likes
One thing that Adam likes is activity, life. He likes the sound of a busy street, of a busy cafe or bar or restaurant. He likes the white noise it provides for him, likes how his mind seems to settle and the headache of pressing memories subsides to a dull pulse.
It’s why he spends most of his town outside of motel rooms, on the street or in the cafe/bar. He likes the calm that settles over him whenever there’s white noise to provide a counter to the roar in his mind.
For every "✦" I get, I will state one thing my muse likes.
For every “✧” I get, I will state one thing my muse dislikes!
“We did. They’re in a cupboard in the kitchen; I can make some for you if you wanna get into warmer clothes.”
She helped him up out of the water, cold hands making goosebumps pop up along her arms. The best that she could do was give him a bit of a smile and make sure he had his footing about him. They’d have to try again once she made sure he wasn’t going to wind up with hypothermia–she’d have to keep an eye on him for a bit. Ghouls weren’t her favorite creatures to hunt down at all; they were often a nuisance. Some being a big pain in the ass about showing up. Chocolate hues shifted from Adam to the water, and then back again.
“I think we can probably set up the fireplace too, so you have somewhere warm to sit for a bit, if you’d like. We’ll get this damn thing, I promise.”
“You’re a saint, Levi.”
A faint grin crossed his features as he was pulled from the cold waters of the lake, clothes sopping wet and clinging uncomfortably to his body like a second skin, hands shifting to wring out his t-shirt as best as he could, a puddle growing beneath his feet from the droplets dripping off of him. After another few minutes of meager attempts, Adam settled for crossing his arms over his torso, as if that would provide heat to his shivering body.
He hoped he wouldn’t get anything more serious than a flu or a cold, not wanting to be bedridden when the ghoul had escaped their clutches, and he definitely was not hoping to get hypothermia, knowing his chances of dying from such a low body temperature.
“Oh, I know we’re gonna get the thing-- it just got lucky.”
Adam had no doubt the two of them wouldn’t track it down again and, the second time around, kill it.
“Look, I feel bad enough about it as it is, alright? We would have gotten you out if we could have figured out another way.”
“...It just seemed like you guys didn’t try hard enough. Or that you gave up when it was convenient.”
“Y’got good REASON for it, that’s for sure.”
Things certainly could have been much worse–she was thankful that they hadn’t been. Scooting closer to the edge of the dock, she held out both of her hands to him and let out a quiet sigh. Part of her wondered how things had gone so wrong–they’d followed what had been written in the books.
“Here, gimme your hands and let me help you up out of there. Cabin’s back up the hill, we can get you warm again.”
Blue hues lifted from where they were still focused on the break in the trees the ghoul had disappeared through, before lifting to settle on the brunette seated on the edge of the dock, lips curling into a faint sneer of annoyance, though the expression broke as a shiver worked its way down his spine and teeth chattered with the motion. A loud sigh of annoyance leaving him, Adam reached out to her offered hands, allowing cold, wet digits to clamp around hers, attempting to bob up and ease his weight.
“Did we end up getting those cans of soup a couple of days ago, or no?”
i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.
marina v., is hope still hope if it burns your throat? (via fox-corner)
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“I’m gonna fucking MURDER it.”
The case had gone south very fast-- one minute, Adam was in hot pursuit of a ghoul, the next he was kicking towards the surface of the lake, having lost his footing somehow and gone tumbling down into the icy waters, prey long gone and teeth already beginning to chatter as a chill set in.
