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[crispyblonde]

@rooneynatural asked: you were right about everything. from the five love languages meme !!

❝ of course i was. don't let the death count fool you. i'm not lacking the knowledge or experience anymore. ❞ it's not a sentiment she would ever express in front of sam, but she's fairly confident that she would have survived brady if she had any idea how to trap him. maybe it's foolish or she's grown a little conceited, but she had gotten the upper hand on the demon once during that long and unbearable night that she tended to keep locked in the back of her mind. it's only addressed in offhand dark jokes such as this.

tucking away her gloating and yet somehow still self-deprecating smile, jess sat beside liv and put her hand on her shoulder. ❝ if you want to talk about what happened, i'm here. or if you want to lock it away for a few days, we can revisit it then. ❞ she can only support the tendency for locking it away for so long. no matter how much of a hypocrite it made her, considering how tightly she tried to lock her own shit away. especially from the winchesters. they had enough going on.

[islandiis]

Your fridge is running... dry. I emptied it. I ate everything you had, especially the hákarl. How much do I owe you as repayment?

Oh, you — Oh. Well, um — I'm glad you like the hákarl! It's an acquired taste. Oh, but — did you get enough to eat? I don't usually keep my fridge very well stocked, so if you didn't get enough, there is a Bónus about five minutes away.

[he waves his hands and smiles sheepishly!!] You don't owe me anything! It's a good thing it didn't go to waste.

[frackingzcmbies]

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

    10k’s found that over the years, hitting his head has become a much more common thing. from being knocked out by others, to hypothetically running into trees. his left hand came to instantly rub at his head before his eyes moved to look over to the stranger. he didn’t know him and he certainly didn’t see anyone he recognized. but it wouldn’t be the first time that 10k had gotten split up from his group. it happened more times than he cared to admit. ’ - who are you ? ’

[heroiclives]

❛ Can’t you see I don’t fucking want you here !? ❜ (for Maeve? Maybe?)

   ’ i’m not blind. of course i can see that. i just - i want to help, is all.  ’ there is a soft sigh that leaves past her lips and she looks down at the ground. arms move to fold over her chest. ’ if you really  don’t want my help, fine. i’ll leave.  ’

[incursionparagon]

🍷 (Wine) "Somehow, I feel as though we've met before..."

Cordelia accepted the glass gratefully, shooting the man a brief smile. 

“Thank you for the drink. Although...” Her brows furrowed there, a perplexed look crossing her face. “I’m sorry... If we have met, I can’t say that I remember who you are.” She had been many places, after all (and even many times), so the thought that she might have forgotten someone was regretful, but not surprising. 

“Though that might be more reason to introduce myself; my name is Cordelia.” The redhead raised her glass towards him slightly, sipped the wine, then smiled once more. “This is good; thank you.”

[donotignoremyveins-blog]

+ lasersarethebest

His eyes widened upon the appearance of a familiar (and far less intimidating) face; what a relief! Someone who wasn't possibly set on killing him! At least, not so far as he knew. Quickly, he straightened up, lifting his three-fingered hand up in salute.

"My Tallest, sir!" In the back of his mind, he thought that something felt wrong here; but he didn't care. Not right now. "It's an honour to see you, My Tallest. Is there anything I can do for you?"

It was a shame the other had caught him after a painful, yet still uneventful day. It would have been an even greater pleasure to have given his Tallest front-row seats to the demise of this planet! If he'd had a plan at the time. But, in lieu of that, he would at the very least offer his own services to the other, whatever his Tallest would request.

[donotignoremyveins-blog]

+ the-almighty-invader

This cannot be happening, was all he could think at first, unable to do much more than stare in complete bewilderment at the other Irken. This-- this wasn't possible! There was absolutely no reason for it! Was there? He was fairly certain of it-- maybe it was all just a mistake. Maybe, just maybe, it was just some other Irken who sought to take over his planet, just like Tak! He was a little too tall, after all; surely it was all just a coincidence!

You know, a coincidence that Zim wasn't about to take kindly to. He tensed up, back arching slightly, and one spidery limb left the confines of his PAK, aimed at the other.

"You have three seconds to tell Zim who you are."