Margo Hanson in 5.05 - Apocalypse? Now?!
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Margo Hanson in 5.05 - Apocalypse? Now?!
cobrakai-72:
“There is so much security at airports now!” Kai’s amused voice bellowed towards the other person, clearly intended to engage in conversation whether they were willing or not. Well, more like a ramble. “I didn’t have any money for a flight, right? So I gave one of the attendants a brain aneurysm, ya know, to convince them to help me. And they said even if they wanted to they couldn’t because there’s, like, fifty other checkpoints to get through! I feel like I gave half the security staff aneurysms just to get on the freaking plane. I mean what a waste of magic, right?”
“ i’m starting to understand the staff; this really is a waste of a valuable five minutes, ” something that by no plight, other than C O M P L E T E boredom because inevitably someone had chosen to come play let’s try and bore the demon to death ( been there and done that ). “ if I give you money, will that buy me the time i’ve lost back? —- could’ve spent that punching a priest in the face. ” she’s amused by the notion; what’s black, white and red all-over? the priest that get’s murdered because she got so CONSUMED with the blistering desire to escape guys like...this ( not personal; she was shallow...mostly ). “ I whored out for magic once —- it sucked ass. ”
hypnctics:
“don’t make me cut you off, jack. believe me, another bourbon is not going to fix whatever’s going on at home.” she sighs, gently waving away the man at the end of the bar trying to get her attention. he’s begun swaying slightly in his seat and she knows that’s a sure sign another drink will have him falling straight off. weary gaze turns to the next face waiting to be served. “what can i get you ??”
“ a guy with daddy issues —- progressive, if you ask me. ” but hey given the S H E E R climate of oppression this town was filtering through some big old batshit crazy barrier...she was all for looking at the positives ( big old shoutout to a powerful woman giving a man a kick up the ass ). she let’s out a chuckle, something idle about the way she taps her fingers against the top of the bar; she likes the idea of drinking but the RELENTLESS matter of it taking a fair few bottles, really seemed like one big FUCK YOU to demon-kind. “ how about...I start with a couple of shots and you just keep topping me up, until I lose the resting bitch face. ” those were always the telltale signs: maybe ironic that only booze could make her even fractionally less —- herself.
Famous Last Words (Vocals + Bass) by My Chemical Romance!
Note: This isn’t my best, so cut me some slack it’s been awhile since I’ve made one of these. :)
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Enjoy guys! Love you, take care xx
For more edits like this: (i) , (ii) , (iii) , (iv)
* &. 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 RUBY | summer bishil. it’s said that you’re a UNKNOWN year old FEMALE + DEMON who goes by SHE/HER. that must be why the images of THE SOUND OF SERPENTS, BLOODIED KNUCKLES & COLD FRIES comes to mind when i think of you. if you want to START armageddon then I suggest holding the DECEPTIVE and MOTIVATED parts of you close.
We gotta kill the Dark King.
03x02
4.09 // 4.10
“Why do you want us to win?” “Isn’t it obvious? I’m not like them. I don’t know why. I – I wish I was, but … I’m not. I remember what it’s like.” “What what’s like?” “Being human.”