#saviorish

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saviorish replied to your post:also im gonna play some OW in an hour, hmu if you...

slaMDUNKS we should play together

fuck we SHOULD

[coyotefaced-a-blog]

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

The words ghost across his brain, it stops with the smoke of his cigarillo, it drifts into his lungs and flashes across his eyes in... recognition. 

                            it resonates in him, his left hand clenches. 

“ I don’t reckon any of us were, Jack ”

            It’s said like the name lashes fire across his tongue, he sucks down a lungful of smoke again, and settles back, he’ll always settle back easy. It’s who he was. Is. It’s hard to tell anymore. 

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saviorish replied to your post:until the day comes where we find out what really...

“i was chopping onions and my eyes got all watery ‘n next thing i know my arms all lopped off and long story short thats why i can’t cook dinner tonight. don’t wanna lose my OTHER arm.”

“have you ever had slow roasted arm? damn good chili that night”

“one of the shimada dragons ate it”

“i reached into bastion’s undercarriage to grab a spoon that was stuck to a magnet”

“reinhardt”

[pharahsmom]

%

text message meme

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[msg: Jack] I’ve always wondered what made you decide you wanted me as your Second. I don’t have any doubts, and I have no qualms regarding the role. I’m curious.

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@saviorish

        “ You’ve been causing quite a stir down south, amigo--                powerful people gettin’ worked up over your like,                powerful people with a whole lotta money. I want in ”

[descaradx-archive-blog]

❝ You looked like when you take an action figure and bend it’s limbs the wrong way . ❞

the wolf among us starters || open

    “Hadn’t been the first time I got myself like that,” Jesse grinned in response, a brag in return to the other man’s statement- concern? Either way, Jesse was fine now, even if he was still technically recovering. Leg back where it should be, and thanks to the medical prowess of a certain Doctor Zeigler, Jesse was already mostly healed. Mercy could mend bones and reattach tendons, yes, but only time could rebuild strength that had been lost.

    And, really, Jesse was simply just thankful it was his leg. It could’ve been worse. Shootin’ arm came to mind first- he’d already lost his shooting arm once, he wasn’t ready to go through that again. In his eyes, he was already in the clear.

    He’d been told to keep it easy for now by the good doctor, it was the first day healing, but Jesse was never one to lay around. The elder man had managed to catch Jesse almost immediately after he’d snuck out of his room, earning the cowboy a look and a raised eyebrow, and lead the both of them to the situation they were in. Standing in the hallway facing each other, both paused completely in their paths, with Jack telling Jesse to get his ass back in his quarters. Jesse subtly shifted his weight off his leg.

    Jack did not look amused at Jesse’s attempt to deflect the order, either. Jesse sighed, bringing his gaze momentarily away from the other, then back, crossing his arms as he spoke.

     “Ain’t been the first time for any of us. I’ll be fine, Jack.”

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send me “♫” & i’ll tell you our song  |  accepting!     [get out the way - mother mother]

          and i know, i know, i’m supposed to integrate / but how’s about instead i inch away?

[divinerotten-blog]

a fool he was, a fool he would remain - guilt consumed fragile psyche, the temptation to escape safety had overtaken him but two sunsets ago; in a panic him unable to refute the urge. did he worry him?    would punishment be appropriate?   fear tensed his shoulders as he set foot in the living room, anticipating a scolding that would leave his heart aching.   but that was not his primary concern.  to earn what he had, another mistake had been made.   one with graver consequences. 

a palm placed itself against the door, coy fingers gripping onto the handle with a hesitation not foreignto him.  ‘ what if?  what if?  what if? ’     ----    it plagued him, tore trust in his own conscience from his heart.   pathetic, woeful, a poignant truth reflected in his expression.  finally, a whisper laid on his lips.

❛   ------- i’m home.   ❜

@saviorish