#he's rusty

[escaping-thoughts-reviews]

Gabriel: "You... have a face."

Nathalie: "...Yes. Yes, I do, sir"

Gabriel: "I mean, a nice face. You have a very nice face."

Nathalie: "Oh! Thank you, Gabriel... I think?"

Gabriel: "Please accept my attempts at flirting. I don't know what I'm doing."

[blitzyreblogs]

“Genji, kill that brute!!!” 

My brother, playing as Mercy, helping Genji kill D.VA.

[galaxyheartsx-archived-blog]

to: @midnightriider | from: otis

“It would have been fuckin’ hilarious if you’d put a real human heart on display, then tricked them shitheels that come through into touchin’ it. Maybe say it’s a baboon heart or some bullshit, then watch them freak the fuck out when you tell ‘em the truth.” He leaned against the counter, lips curled into an amused smirk.

[nctafraid]

@118nash || “A leader looks indestructible but is just as fragile and human as the rest.”

He couldn't help but let out a silent chuckle at the words, because they were true. When the pressure was high, the situation looks hopeless, you're the voice of reason. They look to the leaders to try and get them out of it, they look at them with hope that maybe all isn't lost. There were so many times that Tim had to remind himself to keep a level head instead of letting his emotions kick in, because people were depending on him. Some would say he didn't carry the losses, that he brushed them off to easily. He was aware of the whispers behind his back as he walked the station, what people said about his tactics. "You aren't wrong. Much easier to blame someone who looks like they have all the answers than to admit that some things are out of our control. It's important to not let their misplaced guilt get under our skin, easier said than done though."

[personsuited]

@stuckinthemindsofkillers​ said:  “ imagine, like, truly imagine what it takes to bludgeon someone to death. ” 

           “ i cannot begin to imagine the physical and psychological havoc that sort of action would wreak on a human being. ”  his voice is steady as he regards will with what he hopes is the expression of an innocent man, one who has never taken a life. felt a pulse peter out from beneath his fingertips as he strangled them from behind, hyoid bone shattering in the vice-like grip of his hands. no, hannibal has no idea what it feels like to beat another human being until their muscles stop twitching--legs stop kicking--a marionette on a string, bucking wildly. the coppery scent of blood, thick in the air, seeping from the wounds. bones crushed, fragmented, body torn asunder. 

          no, hannibal couldn’t possibly comprehend the violence of an act such as that. 

          predatory gaze alighting on will once again, irises cast with a crimson shadow from the flickering firelight in the hearth, hannibal can only breathe the question--

           “ how do you imagine it, will? ”

[ahawkinthevents]

Just posted an open starter over here on Daryl, if anyone wants to play with him. :)