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                              Prison Break #SquadGoals:

                   Sara Tancredi - Lincoln Burrows - Fernando Sucre - Michael Scofield                             Alexander Mahone - Theodore Bagwell - Paul Kellerman

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@pipearmed | gv starter call

“okay, so..” tyler starter with a little chuckle to himself, having watched the crowd during alex’s set, “as a far more experienced professional than myself, please tell me how you managed to look that woman in those crazy eyes of hers and not laugh a little.” sure, maybe it was shallow, but weren’t their customers shallow as well? coming into the club to stuff a handful of bills down someone’s g-string just to see them take it off? “i don’t know how you do it man, i’d have lost it a bit.”

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    “So... I know that you’re supposed to be like protecting me or something, just in case someone wants to kill me... and I know it’s a very serious job, like I can’t thank you enough because I’m definitely not ready to die just yet like I’ve actually got a fear of fricken dying but uhm...” Wow, that was a mouth full to begin with. Fingers tentatively play with each other, give her just enough distraction, eyes focusing on her hands as she lays on the couch. Yeah Mr. Mahone seems like a nice guy but he also seems very stressed, perhaps induced by being a workaholic. “Can you like... chill for a minute ?? You’re stressing me out.” // @pipearmed liked for a starter

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MOODBOARDS: Raguel - for @pipearmed

So take all you can from an open hand: The hope of the DYING To save your d i s e a s e. You're an EMPTY breed... Your love of this lifetime.

So you're somebody who brags about their innocence While playing on the ignorant STORM. Now I'm just here to criticize the lies, the lies, the lies...

I want JUSTICE. I want you overthrown.

I want courage; I want to stand a l o n e. I want your arrogance and I want your PAIN. I want your everything and I want your head.

So cry if you feel That the t e a r s you shed will make you feel better. See, I'm just CRITICAL of living like a criminal. While you become a royalty hiding, I wonder how you'll justify the lies, the lies, the lies...

[...]

So bury all the evidence. Disguise yourself; plead i n n o c e n t. One penalty, one CONSEQUENCE is sure       Your jury: they will recognize the lies, the lies, the lies, the lies.

[alex mahone as raguel moodboard - blue/red - “justice” by rev theory]

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@pipearmed // Mahone

↳ because i decided that i needed to write this

                ♖ —     The last thing he wanted was to be in a position where he could end up indebted to Alex again. On some level-- the level that Michael didn’t like to reason with very often when he wanted to hold a grudge he knew that Mahone wasn’t a bad guy. He had issues-- ones that he dealt with. Skeletons in his closet  A N D  backyard that he needed to deal with and once those were dealt with  MAYBE  he was tolerable. Of course there was still that damn lingering hatred that he had for gunning down his dad, chasing him all over the country along with Lincoln doing everything he could to drag them in    (or more likely than not kill them)     ALL  because the company had something on him that he couldn’t walk away from. That was the part of him that Michael couldn’t reconcile. The part that he saw as a coward. 

                Damn he hated it really because Alex was smart-- so smart that it really could have impressed Michael if that wouldn’t have been below him. Now they’re stuck in a prison in Panama with no way out. Mahone looking like he’s seeing the bad side of a bender and Michael well, he’d feel sorry for him if... only... the guy hadn’t tried so damn hard to take him and his brother out.     ❝ Oh how the mighty have fallen. Look at you Mahone all sweaty and run down. You have definitely seen better days. ❞ 

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☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose?

Horrific Headcanons // Accepting

~ for the record I have spent the better part of the time since I got this ask thinking about it and sorting out   H O W   on  earth Michael would answer it. This is what I’ve managed to come up with. 

               Immortality isn’t something that Michael ever considered to be in the realm of possibility. Truthfully, the idea of living forever isn’t something that appeals to him. Okay having a decent amount of time where he’d be able to live a     ‘ NORMAL ‘     life and not have to worry about watching his back would be nice but,   FOREVER   is a long time when just about everyone you know is gone. That’s going to happen eventually. 

               Which brings me to the next part.     ONE PERSON--     There are three people that Michael would lay down his life for. Three that he would walk into a burning building, stand in front of a firing squad and not even bat an eyelash. The only reaction someone would get from him would be his signature dead stare because his mind would be made up-- his life so that his family could go on living. That choice has always been one he’s made without question. For someone to ask him to choose one person would be impossible.     Lincoln, Sarah, Mike--     how could he be so cavalier as to sentence two of them to death? Taking a life is not something that Michael has   EVER   taken lightly and to have that on his shoulders, burrowing it’s way into his conscience like a worm, eating away at whatever happiness that he   COULD   have?? Michael would   NEVER   be able to do it. Life without Sara isn’t a life he wants to live but, neither is one without his brother or his son. 

               All of that being said-- Does he think that the idea is titillating even for a brief moment? Hell yes it is but, then the stark reality of the situation would set in. The fact that not only would he have to watch two people die that he cares about more than his own life but, all of the people that he trusts more than anything would be gone too. That’s not the kind of immortality that Michael would want to live. He’d regretfully decline the offer, move on and never think about it again. 

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;; cont. from here | @pipearmed

“Don’t you know who I AM,” he cried, struggling against the man’s grip while he felt the handcuffs slap onto his wrists. “I’m Wilford Warfstache!”

Wilford was angered by this agent, and had no intent of allowing his job to be easy. Numerous profanities escaped from under his breath, a varyingly strong scent of alcohol emerging with each one. “I am an I M P O R T A N T fucking journalist, sir,“ he spewed, wiggling his shoulders in a poor attempt to escape. An arrest record, he realized, could taint his credibility! It could ruin his career, and send his life in shambles. In turn, the realization sent HIM into shambles. He actually began to sob, although, drunkenly at that. “PLEASE don’t do this!”