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[avocadefense-a]

“hey - uh, i don’t mean to be a bother, but your daughter seems to have found my briefcase.” he gestures to the young girl and the very important documents now scattered across the floor. “i don’t suppose i could have those back?”

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[eggsyarchived]

❛    here ,  let's play  FIFA .   you're the red one ,  i'm blue .    ❜

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[thawedweapon]

darlngdearestdead said: “this happens every time we get together.” / clara

my  own  private  idaho  ( 1991 )  sentence  starters

“Is that a complaint, Oswald?” For some reason, they always managed to find eachother while hiding out or on the run. It was becoming a pattern. A strange one. It was very likely they had the similar sources in shield. “I thought you were starting to like me.” It was easy to say that sarcasm with her came pretty easily. 

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[thawedweapon]

darlngdearestdead said: “jesus, the things we’ve seen.” / clara or jane

my  own  private  idaho  ( 1991 )  sentence  starters

“We could write a novel.” They could make up an entire library, It was startling to think about just how much their collective existences made up. How nearly all of her’s was war. How this woman was functionally immortal. By all means, they used to be roommates together in an abandoned warehouse, now Clara was just dropping by this apartment that was given to her under fake papers. “Are you hungry? I’ve got some bulgogi in the fridge.” 

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@toofckngtiny  ♡’d 

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. No, it was not feeding.  No, it was not killing. Or creeping. Or hunting. It had been something extremely embarrassing – thank you Guillermo. It had happened after trying to kill and after doing the creeping and the hunting. Only Guillermo had picked him a very bad victim. A modern woman. And she had had a pepper spray on her purse, and had been quicker to get to it than he had been to get to her. Probably gone to self-defence classes, with the kicking and the yelling. So he had had to do the running. But with his eyes fatally wounded –again, thank you Guillermo –he had inevitably fallen victim to a branch.  Literally fallen, face on the floor. He thought no one had seen it, at least, and gotten up with his dignity picked up.

Until! The strange noise he had not noticed, and then he noticed the woman standing there. She hadn’t been, he would have smelled her. It did not matter how much of it she had seen; she had seen something. So he tries to lock his eyes with her, and hopes It will work this time. It should. Wave of his hand, and –

    “ You have seen nothing here today, no tripping, no falling. Only a very handsome man ”