Joel when she's being told he's too sassy on Twitter:
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Joel when she's being told he's too sassy on Twitter:
adele lyrics | accepting
@markedbyangels ; “ i ain’t lost, just wandering. ”
"Yeah? Damn. Never would’a guessed.” she’s dumb enough to approach a stranger in a cemetery. In Faith’s defense, though, everyone you meet in a cemetery is strange. She’s heard a lot of weird gobblygook from new vampires in her day --- some don’t know they’re dead. Wanna know where their parents are, their wife or boyfriend. It’s sad, even manages to rake it’s nails over her crusted-over heart. Some think they’ve been reborn for something special, some sacred calling only to end up a little extra dust in an already dusty graveyard. Just wandering? That’s a new one, “No to that it makes a difference, here, but ‘wandering’ pretty much just looks lost.”
adele lyrics | accepting
@timemovesonandon ; “ where you go, i go. ”
"Or,” Faith’s busy. Rolling a stake into her waistband, slipping one up her sleeve. Tossing a couple of necessities in her pockets --- a vial of holy water, communion wafers in a fucking ziplock baggie and a cross so thin it’s a miracle it can stand being in a pocket, at all, without breaking, “You park your ass in the car and I do my job.”
She sighs, because he’s like the worst kind of puppy sometimes, “Look. Ain’t just vamps out there, we got a rogue wolf. I get that you wanna help but a werewolf’s a person, so the last thing I need’s you goin’ all frisbee at a human being with that shield. I’m comin’ back. Hard to kill, remember?”
adele lyrics | accepting
@samattheend ; “ why do you love me? ”
"What?” because it’s a fucked up question, but it’s not one he’s never asked before. Sam’s sullen, sometimes. Moody. He grouses this way when he’s done something stupid, hasn’t had a win in a while. It’s like a reflex. A spit take. Involuntary. Faith makes a face, doesn’t look up because this gun won’t clean itself, “The hell’s got your boxers in a bunch? I mean, is this a thing where I gotta pet your ego because I’m not feelin’ it.”
She could, though. Go on for miles about all the little things that prompt her affection for him, and these little moments of bitchy insecurity are part of the whole. It’s cute. Fuck her actual life, but it is. Faith finally glances up at Sam, then back to her task with a smirk, “Well, for starters... you got a purdy mouth.”
Latin isn’t dead. Just on the other side.
I mean Adele is great, but she's no Guy Fieri