#pigwithpersonality

[manickittcn]

“I don’t know.” Richie’s nose scrunches. He feigns disgust. The ruse is barely concealed, but he’s content knowing that the words will be like an 80s song on the radio, stuck in Eddie’s head. “Looks infected to me.” || @pigwithpersonality

[afraidofchange]

@pigwithpersonality - con’t.

 “I wasn’t aware you were going to be on my arm all night. Otherwise it’s no contest,” Anne laughs, leaning back against the door frame to her room. Her pensive stare eyes the dresses again, finally down to just two. “Which would you pick and why?”

[skymma]

@pigwithpersonality | continued from here |  ‘ i’m not part of his little charade. ’

“I think you are.” Before Tanja can go far, Linc plants his hand on the wall, using his arm to block her in. She’s not running from this. Robin? He’s easy–he’s on the same page. But his sister…she’s proving to be a bit of a challenge. “Unless that wasn’t you…the rare wolf sighting by Elmswood Creek.” He leans in just enough to sniff her: “–Cause you still smell like river water.”

She can practically feel herself bristle, even though there’s no fur on her body. He’s right that there had been, two nights ago. He’s right that she was the wolf. But he’s wrong because she’s only ever been herself, and if Linc’s too scared to accept who he is, that’s not her problem. 

“What are you going to do, tell on me?” she asks, glaring at him and taking a step back so she can walk around him. He can play the threat card as much as he likes. She’s not scared of him.

(Except she is, and a bear can kill any lone wolf, but he can’t know that the thought crosses her mind, and she can’t act on it.)

“Nobody’s going to believe you. And there’s no need to act like a goddamn bully.” 

[mxdulatcr]

“I won’t go easy on you.”

@pigwithpersonality  ★  ask meme  ★  accepting

inserting himself joining ahna’lisse for her physical workout was ONE thing – a ballsy move – but to TAUNT her during … – A DEATH WISH – or in the very least a guarantee.

someone would be hurting. and it sure as KRIFF wouldn’t be her. let’s just hope ori can take a few blows – physical and otherwise.

“ good. i only ever enjoy it when it’s hard. ”

[motheriing]

℧ Lisa & Bree!

meme // accepting // @pigwithpersonality

lisa saved bree's life.bree is honorbound to return the favor.

‘You don’t need to risk your life for me,’ Lisa’s words held an edge, but it only worked to accentuate the seriousness of the topic at hand. She had saved the other because it had been in her ability to do so -- she didn’t expect the favor to be returned at all. No one owed anyone their life like that. 

‘Don’t put yourself in danger for me. Got it?’

[mcrmaidscales]

℧ Barba!

meme // accepting // @pigwithpersonality

barba and ariel at the beach.

She’d walked beside him happily,  so lost in the conversation with him that she hadn’t noticed the concrete street give way to sand until the sound of the waves lapping against the shore could be heard. For a moment, her smile fell at the sight. It was her home, but she felt more at home in Rafael’s apartment than at the ocean side. 

Ariel released his hand and stepped towards the water. With ease, the red head slipped out of her simple shoes and allowed the water to gently sway over her toes while the salty wind tussled through her hair as if gifting her with a ghostly hello from a world lost to her. 

‘I miss my family,’ words akin to a whisper as she allowed her gaze to set upon the darkened horizon where sea and night sky could not be distinguished from the other. ‘You still don’t believe me, do you?’

[makercursed-a]

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  couldntbcloved  honestly I’ve...

Aveline: *Pinches bridge of nose and sighs* Hawke…no…you can’t LITERALLY build a pit of shame…

hawke: yes I can, see right there. it has cullen’s name on it.

[noprodigalson]

@pigwithpersonality

One of Ori Ryder’s many jobs–you know, when he’s not exploring the galaxy, killing Kett, and setting up bases on new planets–is to connect with his team. The crew on the Tempest…these are the people who keep him alive day after day. This is his family in the skies. He uses down time between planets to get to know them.

Ryder and the other soldier have been comparing war wounds and scars…war stories are, after all, a good way to make quick contacts. Ryder showed the other a bullet graze on his arm, the scars on his face from where his helmet broke in the day he lost his father…but then the other asks about a scar on his ankle. Ori has had it forever. A scar twisted in the shape of a braid…once he’s had so long he’s forgotten where it came from. He only knowns that he got it before they left, back when his mother was still alive, back when they were a family…

And now this is just another memory of those precious days that he’s lost. So many memories. Gone. “I have no idea how that got there,” Ori says, a touch of sadness behind his smile.

Just as quickly as the emotion comes, he pushes it away. He turns to the other and motions to a scar over his shoulder, quickly changing the topic: “Where did you get this one–?”

the steady thrum filled the hallways of the pathfinder’s ship, an energy of excitement- or tension depending on the day- that matched the strength of the engines pushing the crew along their course. there was never a dull moment in this galaxy, something dean missed from his days in the blue suns, and they had the marks to prove it. 

there was a bottle remaining on the table that dean managed to steal as they caused quite the scene at a bar on kadara, dean enjoying that small buzz. he was leaning in slightly, listening intently to his captain’s stories about their adventures. scars explained a person’s character, told pieces of their story that left a lasting impact. dean knew what it was like to have lost a family member, so he never chose to press for answers about what happened there. why bring it up more when one already had a lasting reminder on their body ?   

but avoiding such a topic, it seemed the mercenary hit another sore spot. dean watched their expression, noticing the weight that feel along their shoulders at the quick mention. quickly welcoming the change in topic, dean grabbed the neck of his bottle, grinning at the scar pointed out on his body. 

“ bar fight !  on purgatory. my... ” he paused, trying to find the right word for the eclipse soldier, “ best friend gave me that actually. ” dean then went into the story of how the two of them were both defecting from their mercenary groups. they were intending on fighting each other, but a stray punch ended up hitting somebody completely different, the two deserters quickly placing the blame on an innocent third party and using the resulting chaos as a way to escape. it was safe to say they were never safely allowed on omega after that.