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@survivaltalent, “that's the end of that story, but how fucked up is that, right? that's crazy.”

astyne sits with his legs crossed, elbow rested on his knee, and his hand over his mouth, eyes wide as he stares at her. there’s a long, awkward (at least on his behalf) silence before he finally stands up, slaps his thighs, and sucks in a sharp breath.

“that’s enough story sharing for today, i think.”

“What!” It’s with shock that Willow screeches, frowns, obviously disappointed.

“But that was just alien one! We have fifty-five more aliens to go through! What about the aliens on the goo planet that lick these little fuzzy plants? They thought my hair was one of their plants. I kicked them and my foot went through their face, because they’re goo-people. HA! You got another story out of me! Fuck you, I’m still going strong!”

#[ you ever hate someone?? ]#v: ??#survivaltalent #survivaltalent: astyne #( you can't take the queue from me. )

@survivaltalent ( morty ), ‘i’m really sad about last night, it’s just that i’m mean and loud. it probably will happen again.’

“at least you’re honest,” he says as he moves the ice pack to his eye, flinching when it first touches. the black eye is probably going to be pretty gnarly and he doesn’t even want to think about how everyone is going to react. it’s not like he was even actually in a fight, he just stepped between willow and the dude she was antagonizing, but still. he somehow feels big and small at the same time. a gentleman and a pussy.

“can you get me the pain pills?”

Okay, so, she shouldn’t find this funny, because, like, it’s not. Apart from the situation, it isn’t funny at all. Some dude she didn’t know started hitting another dude that was mad at her -- she’d actually laughed in shocked, happy surprise at the whole confrontation -- but now, in his home-thing, it shouldn’t be funny anymore.

... Still kinda is, though. Still kinda is.

“Uh, yeah, if you can tell me what they look like, in opposite to your kill-y pills. Wait, you probably don’t have kill-y pills next to your pain pills, do you. Unless the pain pills give you pain, and that’s why they’re called pain pills... woah. We’re making a breakthrough here, today.”

#survivaltalent #survivaltalent: morty #v: ??#[ FUCK ]#( you can't take the queue from me. )

@survivaltalent. / starter call.

“ you’re the new temp, are you? ” with a broad smile, henry held out a hand for morty to shake. when it came to receptionists and secretaries, temps weren’t uncommon --- morty wasn’t the first to man henry’s desk, nor would he likely be the last. it was the nature of the business. “ dr. henry jekyll. pleasure to meet you. ”

#survivaltalent #( * v: these violent delights have violent ends. )

describe april miller for us.

@survivaltalent

April Miller.

A hurricane of light, life. An explosion of energy, excitement. A downpour of feeling and ferocity.

So human. So unlike anything she could, or would ever be.

She lived in the name of love – in the passion, the dedication to it.

Aella could hardly bring herself to portray a moment of emotion in her deepest pain.

As always, her words were sifted through, chosen carefully, before they were released – gentle, grateful – fondly.

“Everything I am not.”

#survivaltalent #survivaltalent: april #( comm. )#( unidentified transmitter. )#( not without you. ) april miller.

‘ you want my advice? ’ she hesitates, leans forward to lower her elbows to her knees as an indication of something akin to warmth ( even if it misses the mark a little bit ), and delivers the second piece with an uptick in tone. something friendlier, though the words themselves don’t support it. ‘ don’t fuck this up. ’

@survivaltalent, sc.

#survivaltalent #tbt.#* monica / thr.#:**

HE IS LEARNING. THAT IS THE EXTENT OF IT. Grunt collects information like toys, processes it, absorbs, but he doesn’t decide what he wants to do with it. The last thing Grunt will learn, is how to use what he learns.

“Doesn’t make sense.” the long, unsettling curve of his mouth twists, grimaces, a morbid sheen of sharp grey teeth against peach-pale scales. He watches the pigments of color moving across the screen; shapes, people, contrived dialogue. It is like the tank, but not in his head, not ingrained, not painful.

“Why doesn’t the bigger human just eat the smaller ones? This... Ross, he is weak.”

@survivaltalent / fight !

#survivaltalent #( * survivaltalent. / shepard. )#02.#my boi!!!!!!!#they're watching Friends.............#he hates ross. but who doesnt honestly