#kickxass

[righttoremainsilentmotherfucker]

simplicxm, rrokovoy, kickxass,  damnedimples, angrygreen,  getaxdictionary, xaedificare

                   "Isn't Chemistry the one with shapes and shit--"

                    He never really did get a wrong or right answer                     for that.

[death-becomes-you]

Sub-clause of Section 31-B |(Closed rp)

"James Lizewski, aged 49. Loving father to a one David Lizewski. You were also a very loving husband to your wife, Alice Lizewski. You've worked hard for everything you've ever had and you've always been thankful for all that was given to you. All in all you were an average yet caring man." Golden eyes looked up to meet the tired dull eyes of James Lizewski. The God focused his attention back to the paperwork on his desk. "Your biggest fault is that you loved your son too much; It is what got you killed after all." "I would-" "Do it all over again." The lanky tattooed man walked closer to the soul standing in the middle of his tombs. "I have a child too and I know the feeling." He offered a light smile to the well aged man. James wasn't even that old, but the stress of raising a child alone and losing the love of his life had further aged him.  The God watched his newest client and shifted from foot to foot. "Mr. Lizewski," He cleared his throat, silently weighing his next words within his mind, "I would like to give you a gift. This is a special gift and it is not given out very often. I know your heart will be lighter than Ma'at's feather and I know you will be allowed a beautiful afterlife, but you will not be allowed to forget your son if you are not given the chance to say goodbye. I would like to offer you that gift. Within the Death Justice System we have rules that we must follow, there is a sub-clause of section 31-b that would allow you to have a witness to the weighing of your soul, and upon request you may have a family member present. Do you wish for your son to be your witness?" Oleander understood that light behind Jame's eyes; it was hope. The God was giving James something he thought he'd never get again: a chance to see his son. "Y-Yes!" He exclaimed, nodding his head. "Please!"  "Very well." The God smiled. "Please, have a seat. Down the hall," He pointed to his left, "the third door on the right is the breakroom. There is coffee and doughnuts in it if you would like some. Please make yourself at home while I go retrieve your son." And with that, Oleander focused on finding Dave, his ears intent on the heart that had felt so familiar. When he found it he could feel the world shift around him as he transported himself.

[agentclara]

"Stay awake, please."

"Dave, I-I can't..." Clara shook her head weakly. "I think I just need to let go..." She struggled not to cry, hoping he would disagree with her.

[chitauriscepter-blog]

❝For once I am not at fault for breaking that inept object. I shall not apologize to thee.❞

[deusxtmonstrum]

   Katherine's logic is if she grabs the nearest largest stick near her, hide it behind her    back that the person in the green suit won't notice her. 

[vojaak]

❝i bet you just happen to be lost and do not represent    form of potentional threat that could possibly end тнe    cυrreɴт  rυɴɴιɴɢ  oғ  corporαтιoɴ.  name's  margaret  carter,     preferably agent carter. may i help you ...somehow ? ❞

[hidden-hitagi]

kickxass

ask-nathan-wallace

"Interesting costumes. I never expected to see street performers out in these parts. I shall be more observant next time. Or perhaps you are the new Power Rangers I have been hearing about?" The girl smiled faintly and chuckled quietly to herself.

[mccreadyx]

(≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ // hahaha could not resist

send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them.

          Even half asleep she still knew Dave’s smell from other peoples. Mostly because she had pretty much forced the poor boy into buying the sprays that she liked on him. Just to double check, she’ll open her eyes slightly to see him laying there before scooting herself closer and resting her head on his chest. “Y’know you’re not allowed in my bed, right?” Really, she doesn’t even care at this point. The timed rhythm of his heartbeat was very quickly putting her back to sleep.