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Melinda had already ordered several agents to go after the people responsible. As well as to make sure they brought the individual who specifically hurt him to her for her own sense of justice. “Good. Don’t you dare think of dying on me Phil,” she growled at him.

#brokenweapon #v: A Little Bit? Little Bit #c: Melinda

@broken-weapon HAVE A CHRISTMAS THING

In his youth Christmas was just another day, routine, nothing to get excited over, void of gifts or happiness but now as a grown man there’s often a childlike giddiness for Clint during the holiday’s. He takes extra thought in what he gets for those he cares for, perhaps dedicates more time to it than he’d care to admit but there’s something special about seeing the smiles on others faces that he’s frown to love.

He placed two identical boxes under the tree, black with a thin purple bow, simple and yet entirely obvious the gifts are from him. Inside one is a Mat Hummel’s Jersey and the other contains a Raul Ruídiaz jersey, both Phil’s size of course.

#DID HE GET BOTH YES YES HE DID #brokenweapon

[text: along came a spooder, bossman<3<3<3] Guys. Guys. GUys. Gusy. GUYS.

[text: along came a spooder, bossman<3<3<3] i’m getting lunch from pomme frits what’ch you want on your fries? @mistakeiwontmaketwice @broken-weapon

#mistakeiwontmaketwice #brokenweapon

⧗@seesbetterfromadistance & @broken-weapon⧗

[MMS: Work Things] If I make dinner would either of you be up to pretending we’re friends? [MMS: Work Things] Would it help if I mentioned it’s my birthday and I’ll like to not be alone?

#seesbetterfromadistance #broken-weapon #brokenweapon #totally winging it

"So you're dating an alternate of yourself. That's a little narcissistic, don't you think?"

“First of all; im datin’ two other scourges, getcha facts straight.

Second of all; have you ever taken a good long look at my blog? I am DRIPPING narcissism. I’m marinated in it.

Third of all; if a sonic counts as my alternate, then im datin’ three of my alternates.

‘a little narcissistic’ pffft”

#ask #brokenweapon #((hes so RUDE scourge omg))

He hadn’t honestly been expecting anyone, especially not this late in the day, but he’d seen the head lights pulling into his driveway, so he watched for a moment to see if it was just turn around. Turns out it wasn’t. It was a nice car, but nothing was setting off the cloister bells in his head yet. Hawkins Lab had been shut down, so no one had a reason to be coming for him. Everything had settled down right? Eleven had closed the Gate, things had been fine, calm even.

He heard the person get out of the car, and he knew the walk length by heart. So by the time he reached the door, the person would be reaching the porch. Seven unlocks the door and begins to slowly open it. “Hi there, can I--” he felt like a hand suddenly wrapped around his throat. He knew the government types when he saw them, he’s spent his life being observed by them. Seven had to forcefully swallow the lump in his throat as he looks at the other wide eyed. Did they find out? Did they know? A trembling hand white knuckles the door now. “S-Sorry... how c-can I help you?” he forces. “I’m afraid my folks aren’t home at the moment if you’re looking for them.” Seven was 18 now, but that was besides the point.