I love when I wake up with new rights

Now i can get married in every state: solid, liquid, gas, and, most surprisingly, texas

Getting married in water? Talk about a slippery slope.

#Oh look it's the drama queen

Succ-u-this

Had he let that arrow loose, she’d have caught it. It was part of the whole vampire…thing. Reflexes not even super solider could match. That was why the Red Room had been experimenting with the ‘virus’ after all. They didn’t want to simply match their enemies; they wanted to crush them and, perhaps literally, suck them dry.  It was an experimental process, not without side effects.  Removing the UV sensitivity had lead to an increase in aggression. That’s why they switched the subjects over to females, the younger the better. few survived, and those that did?  Neigh unstoppable. The woman, and by all appearances she was only a woman, beautiful in a way that made hearts stop and men fall to their knees begging to assist her, paused, glancing up to where the archer was perched. Something smelled off. Not like the other cattle flooding the street. She started walking again, sure it was just her imagination. Hunger. Hadn’t eaten in a while, her next target was only a few minutes away, though, and they didn’t care how he was brought back. Dead…alive or otherwise. 

heres a joke: my father

"Good job. Maintain that whole innocent thing. It’ll be better in the long run. Innocent until proven guilty and what not." Or ‘innocent until proven you’ve got demon blood then you’re automatically guilty’. "Me? I killed a man. Men. Plural." Not even a lie. Not like he had a reason to be ashamed of his job. Besides, they had enjoyed their death very much. He did grin brightly at her though, completely ignoring the snappy little order. "You gonna boss me around, you gotta break out the collars and whips."

"Good Lord, let them put me in the gas chamber so I can get some peace." Snow grumbled, moving as far away from the chattering man as a she could. Gas Chamber wouldn’t kill her. Probably. Nice thing about being a Fable; the Mundies never let a ‘character’ they loved so much be forgotten. Snow White could never die. At least not by Mundy methods. She ignored the collar comment. Almost ironic he picked that little kink considering who Snow was married to.

I support that feeling. Add to that the fact that it’s freakishly cold for you and that makes everything worse. Meanwhile, I don’t even have my heater on.

You and I have different definitions of balmy.

I support that feeling. Add to that the fact that it's freakishly cold for you and that makes everything worse. Meanwhile, I don't even have my heater on.

"Rogers has that damn notebook, why can’t I keep a list?" she gave him a thoughtful pause. "You still have time to get on the nice list, if you wanted."

"Because Rogers has the All-American Good...

"I did not get us captured." Lies. Terrible lies. "That explosion was necessary. You asked for a distraction so you could infiltrate. I gave you a distraction. We just both ended up infiltrating in an unplanned and unforseen manner." There had been significantly more bad-guy-flavor-of-the-week than he had planned on. It had been not as fun as it should have been.

"Things go wrong. You end up behind bars. It’s all good. Things sort themselves out in the end." Well, he sorted things out in the end, or Coulson did. At least this wasn’t a too bad prison. No terrorists looking to see if they could remove any of his important bits. No pure humans deciding that as something not human, he didn’t have rights. Definitely not too bad. Still not all that great, though. Most of his talents were ones that were best not used around a bunch of men that were sex-deprived. Didn’t stop him from grinning over at her though. "So what are you in for? Murder? Arson? Steal a candy bar?"

This Mundy was so incessantly chatty. There was something oddly…Un-Mundy about him, however. Snow shifted, not looking at him. Bigby would come get her eventually, even if he had to break her out. Damn wolf would probably see prison walls as a good challenge for the old ‘huff and puff’ trick. “Don’t talk to me like we’re friends. I won’t be here past tonight, anyway. “

"So I’m gonna go with murder. You don’t seem like the murdering kind but those are the kinds you always have to watch out for." Another grin, and just a flicker of magic through the air, his aura pushing out cautiously. He was bored, and while he had been told plenty of times that using his ‘charms’ was unfair in general conversation…. He was stuck in a prison cell and was bored. It was always fun to make someone a little twitchy and restless.

“I have never murdered anyone.” It was justice, dammit. Those seven little fuckers deserved it. Snow wrinkled her nose slightly, the shift in the air not one she noticed outright. She was a taken women, married to a guy who ate men like Barton for breakfast. Literally Or, he used to. Her loyalty wouldn’t falter, so really he was just annoying her. “Stop talking.” The former princess snapped at him.

"Good job. Maintain that whole innocent thing. It'll be better in the long run. Innocent until proven guilty and what not." Or 'innocent until proven you've got demon blood then you're automatically guilty'. "Me? I killed a man. Men. Plural." Not even a lie. Not like he had a reason to be ashamed of his job. Besides, they had enjoyed their death very much. He did grin brightly at her though, completely ignoring the snappy little order. "You gonna boss me around, you gotta break out the collars and whips."

"Things go wrong. You end up behind bars. It’s all good. Things sort themselves out in the end." Well, he sorted things out in the end, or Coulson did. At least this wasn’t a too bad prison. No terrorists looking to see if they could remove any of his important bits. No pure humans deciding that as something not human, he didn’t have rights. Definitely not too bad. Still not all that great, though. Most of his talents were ones that were best not used around a bunch of men that were sex-deprived. Didn’t stop him from grinning over at her though. "So what are you in for? Murder? Arson? Steal a candy bar?"

This Mundy was so incessantly chatty. There was something oddly…Un-Mundy about him, however. Snow shifted, not looking at him. Bigby would come get her eventually, even if he had to break her out. Damn wolf would probably see prison walls as a good challenge for the old ‘huff and puff’ trick. “Don’t talk to me like we’re friends. I won’t be here past tonight, anyway. “

"So I'm gonna go with murder. You don't seem like the murdering kind but those are the kinds you always have to watch out for." Another grin, and just a flicker of magic through the air, his aura pushing out cautiously. He was bored, and while he had been told plenty of times that using his 'charms' was unfair in general conversation.... He was stuck in a prison cell and was bored. It was always fun to make someone a little twitchy and restless.

"Things go wrong. You end up behind bars. It's all good. Things sort themselves out in the end." Well, he sorted things out in the end, or Coulson did. At least this wasn't a too bad prison. No terrorists looking to see if they could remove any of his important bits. No pure humans deciding that as something not human, he didn't have rights. Definitely not too bad. Still not all that great, though. Most of his talents were ones that were best not used around a bunch of men that were sex-deprived. Didn't stop him from grinning over at her though. "So what are you in for? Murder? Arson? Steal a candy bar?"