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Those who #FollowToUnfollow ... You Ain't Got Better Things To Do?? #InferiorComplex ?? Posers?? Or Simply Desperate ?? #GoBuySome #YouKnowWhoYouAre #pst #TimeWasters 😒😒😒 (at Northbridge, Castlecrag)
"I know it’s not easy, but I’m gonna die, and you can’t stop it. "
“Man this——it’s just a flesh wound. ”
His usual gruff tone was butchered by unrelenting fear and hell if that same fear and a mix of desperation didn’t show in those green eyes of his when he spoke, voice trembling, at last count he and Sammy were already knee deep in the bodies of those they considered family, Ellen, Joanna, Bobby and he’d be damned if he was about to rack up the total and lose her too.
“Gonna patch you up, you stay with me, you hear? don’t you go checking out on me now.” Dean pressed a clean gauze to her torso with a firm hand, gut pumping out blood at a rate faster than even a slayer could regenerate it, the crisp white linen is soaked within moments. Davea had damn near clawed out her inners and he’s half surprised and impressed that Faith made it back to the motel without kicking it. He pressed another gauze and another, packing the wound as best he could, he was no freakin’ doctor but he’d fixed up his fair share of battle wounds to know his way around a quick fix, one that would last until the next state over.
❝ It takes two to… you know… have hardcore sex. ❞
The last of his bourbon washed over his tongue, honey colored fluid as smooth as gasoline bathing his throat, and for a briefestmoment he found comfort in the familiar merciless afterburn——though now after over two decades of nightly consumption it was hardly noticeable——Normally he would drink alone, wallowing in the bottomless abyss of his dark and seeded life but tonight was different, a welcomed change as Faith, the spirited brunette who undoubtedly carried as much messed up crap on her shoulders as he, propped herself on the weathered stool next to him. A sinister albeit intrigued smirk spread across his glistening lips which indeed still tasted bitter from alcohol as he swept his tongue over them.
❝Man i pegged you as the gang-bang type, pedal to the metal—untilyou broke some poor sons of a bitches and tossed their asses to the curb when your done.❞
inferiorcomplex replied to your post “was so worried i’d not like ziva’s replacement, but i kind of love...”
AND SHES CUTE!!
SHE’S ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS ;u;
inferiorcomplex replied to your post:"We are a mess, we are failures and we love it."
I want them to be in dauntless together adjfjshsjjfkfkdj
YESSSSSSS
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DUDE THANKS! I freakin’ love you OK I thought you were on hiatus where’ve you been I fucking miss you!!
inferiorcomplex
"Speak human, dude! I don't get that 'five by five' crap. Are you meant to be somewhere at 5:05?"