#sarcasm everywhere

[randomshenaniganery]

Mr. Rochester is a little shit no matter how much I read Jane Eyre and tbf I’m also like this

[mommabearclarke]

When you thought Octavia couldn't get anymore the worst, she out-the-worst herself

Also glad to see the abusive-streak isn't gone

Some people have to get worse over the years right?

[thedemonkingganon]

axorcism replied to your post “People talking about knife kinks on my dash and my ganon is just...”

:3c

<__< Oh gee I wonder why you’re making that face, you are completely innocent huh?

[resonating-kitty]

Absolutely no body saw this Rumble ending that way.

It was such a shocker.

Triple H as champion until Wrestlemania.

Wooooooooo.

[hope-and-dream]

'You wear to much eyeliner' Whoa it's like I can't wear whatever the hell I want on my face. It's not like it's my face or anything. Psh, That'd be ridiculous!

[keepgoingsammy]

Oh how I missed waking up at 5am to an ass-cold room and a dark window showing me my future

[supermortalavengers]

Brandon then claimed (a mere... Week and a half later-ish...) that Danny was the best soldier he had to offer. I dunno what Brandon's smoking, but must be some good stuff 'cause hell, even Danny knew he wasn't that great.

“Wasn’t Ashlin supposed to be here to train?” Danny inquired with a quizzical look at Brandon who was busying himself with moving the training mats.

“Yes, but she seemed upset,” he answered over his shoulder.

Danny snorted. “Hm. I wonder why that is,” he muttered, sarcasm coating his words. He still wished that Ashlin was being promoted with him. He hated that she wasn’t. Danny had planned to try to persuade him but, when he’d come back late from talking to new recruits, he’d given up his attempt. “It’s kind of hard to train by yourself.”

Brandon didn’t stop moving the mats around at the other end of the room. “Why not try training with the damn pistol?” he inquired harshly. “It’s not hard. You aim, pull the trigger, repeat.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Someone who takes joy in my training is needed. Otherwise I get bored pretty quickly,” he said twirling the pistol in his hand in boredom. “You do not take joy in any of my training,” he added with a scowl in Brandon’s direction. “Even if you did…” He trailed off with the shake of his head.

“Just practice,” Brandon sighed. “Or I’ll forget the promotion altogether.”

He snorted in amusement. “Forget the promotion,” he muttered under his breath with a scoff. He raised the pistol, aimed and fired within seconds, the bullet buzzing by Brandon’s head. “I know how to use a gun,” he said pointedly with a scowl spreading across his face.

Brandon glared at him as he turned to face him, leaving the mats on the ground. “Practice. Without shooting me,” he grumbled standing up and rubbing the back of his neck with a tired sigh.

“Hm,” Danny mumbled turning to aim the pistol at the target this time. He squeezed the trigger and fired. And missed.

“You’re going to be killed,” Brandon told him as he walked toward the door, irritation plain in his voice. “Especially if you think you can just hit them and win.”

Danny lowered the pistol slowly and tossed Brandon a murderous glare. “I

can just ‘hit them and win’,” he grumbled.

[killuvolt-moved]

ahhhh i just loooove lgbt gatekeepers (◑‿◐✿)