#casualtysought

[casualtygain-blog]

                                  “ s u r p r i s e ! --- do you even know how difficult it was not to tell you all this time? like? seriously. so. hard. wait. --- wait. yo. this was a good surprise, right? please tell me that  guy didn’t just come her to play pity party and tell you off in person, did he? --- where’s that fucker.... i’ll kick him in the face, maybe then he’ll appreciate absolute raw talent when he sees it! ” he turned away, muttering the last bit over his shoulder as he looked around as if the foxes’ coach would pop up out of nowhere if he’d only look hard enough. 

@casualtysought ; grey

[thatslayer]

@casualtysought

                    See, once upon a time, Faith might have reacted to that by ripping a mailbox out of the ground and chucking it in his general direction. What a difference a decade or two makes to smooth out a girl's temper.

Instead, she turns a smirk loose on him, takes down the last drag of her cigarette and shrugs, "It worked, didn't it? Psh, watch that sarcasm, Wings. Not too big for me to put over my knee."

[allroundlostcause]

@keephimscfe​ - from here

       “ Oh Ric! I didn’t realize anyone was still here.” Peggy beamed at the sight of the steaming cup of tea, taking it from Alaric’s hands and setting it gently on her desk as she made an effort not to appear amused by his last offer.

       “ Dry cleaning? No, but I could use a second pair of hands to file these reports? But after tea. Why not pull up a chair?”

“Not in a hurry to get home. And I always have a hand for you, Agent Carter,” Alaric said, with a grin, pulling a chair out and easing himself into it, ignoring a tweak on his bad leg. “Paper, I can do, if you’re sure about the dry cleaning.” He peered at the pile; boring, pretty much, but better than going home and listening to the radio.

          “Are we crossing out the good parts, or are we filing these as is?”

[mechajacket-blog]

don't get killed. / from amos burton

DEATH HAS KNOCKED BEFORE,       and she has absolutely no intentions on answering.     Raven had slammed that door in its omniscient face a long time ago,   deciding not to open until the hinges were blown off and there was no other choice…     Not without a good  f i g h t .     In any case,   the worrisome comment allows for a huff of air to sharply escape as she makes for the door in an awkward limp.     ❛    Please.    ❜          Hand-held radio is clipped to her belt with a definite click   –––   if that hadn’t been her point of no return until completion,   then her next words would confirm it:          ❛    –––––  I’m looking forward to my welcome back party,   and there’d better be balloons.    ❜

@casualtysought     /     saints row 4 sentence meme.

[cosmosled]

“ It’s time we solved this problem the old-fashioned way. By shooting it. ” /from amos

     “   OH  ,  that’s my favorite .  shooting shit and screaming .   ”    there should be excitement in his voice  ,  but it comes out dry like the surface of elaadan .   “   if this doesn’t work   ,  they can shoot me point-blank and i’ll thank them .   ”

FUTURAMA SENTENCE PROMPTS  // accepting.

[allroundlostcause]

It took her a few days to find them considering her work schedule, but she manages to purchase a small bow tied bag of hot chili pepper truffles and leaves them for Ric with a small card of thanks for the tea and pastry earlier in the week. // peggy.

Clearly, clearly he was not sneaky enough. And yet. Alaric has never seen chocolate with chili, and he thinks they might turn out to be the pinnacle of human achievement. So he can’t be entirely sorry.

       He’ll take them home. He has a new book, nice bottle of wine tucked away. Should be a nice way to spend Friday night.

[bretttal]

@casualtysought // continued from here

The trolley problem remains unsolved for Brett. No matter how many times he runs the simulation in his head, Brett doubts he will have the courage needed for decisions so heavy. Grey’s answer comes expected. Part of Brett thinks that’s the wrong choice, yet another part of him takes comfort in Grey’s visible hesitance. Choosing Brett, despite how intuitive and final, would be a hard decision when five other lives were at stake. That is progress.

He taps Grey on the shoulder, beckoning the other’s attention. < You’re special too. > While the small voice inside him wants to argue and discuss Grey’s answer, Brett chooses to ignore it for now. < I’ll make sure you never have to make that choice. Promise. >

Then, he pulls Grey into a tight hug.