#chasingprophecies

[eilidhink]

chasingprophecies requested a friendly starter.

“I have had it up to here with men,” Eilidh declared, gesturing somewhere above her head and taking the open seat next to Dani with a huff. “Whatever happened to all those feminist utopia ideas from the ‘70s? You and I could start one, you know. We’d have women beggin’ to join in no time.”

[eilidhink]

Spill it, which badass ladies have caught your eye on that army base?

My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.

“Is it cheatin’ to say all of them? There’s just somethin’ about women who dinnae take shite and can bench press me without breakin’ a sweat that gets me fuckin’ weak in the knees. Lara’s obviously one--I think most people know that. Danny’s another. Fuck, Dani, too, though she isnae such a bruiser as the others. I havenae gotten far with either of them yet, but fuck, I’d like to.

...If she wasnae such a fuckin’ bastard, I’d have been happy to let that fuckin’ Cajun woman show me a thing or two. Too bad she’s too busy bein’ an arsehole to realize what she’s missin’ out on.”

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

"Wear this dress."

“I– literally just got into these pajamas, Dani.”

[metalzerotruck]

chasingprophecies replied to your post:[*has good intentions for getting drafts done*...

[-never has conversations going with people cause she is a quiet nerd-]

[*is also a quiet nerd and has no idea how she gets dragged into these things*

*loves her fellow quiet nerd very much*

*also saw that ask about adriel and eilidh and has LOTS OF FEELINGS so you can look forward to that*]

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

Julia: [listens to ipod while working at her desk]

Julia: [suddenly hears Queen overlapping with her Tori Amos.]

Julia: [checks ipod]

Julia: [looks up]

Dani: [one foot on own desk, belting out the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody.]

Julia:

[ingenicre-blog]

( chasingprophecies liked this post for a starter! * )

She stares out at the parking lot, at the snow falling steadily; it must've started up earlier in the afternoon, because a thick blanket of it has buried the parking lot, and Liv knows full well that neither she nor her car would survive on the roads in such icy conditions. She doesn't realize someone has joined her in watching the snow fall, and she blinks, turning to look at her. Recognition dawns in her eyes, and she points at the other woman. "Oh, hey. You're...oh, uh, sorry, I don't think I caught your name last time we met."

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

[Do you think there's some sort of secret break room society of Owl, Titan, and Prophet all discussing people's love lives and making conjectures and deciding who to try and pair up next?]

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

chasingprophecies:

"Well that would certainly be an unexpected outcome, but regardless, I need a shirt. I’ll also ignore that you called me fat in a roundabout way and not hold it against you.”

"I-- Oh my God, that's not how I meant it. I was trying to take, uh, take a crack at myself. That I have no breasts and you do. You are very nicely built, by the way. I didn't mean any insult. But, uh, what kind of shirt did you need in particular?"