Fuck: Been there and done that with Ryan, Spencer can get it and the only reason I’d ever get close enough to Isaak is to get myself off if I suddenly couldn’t find another person on the face of the planet and if every vibrator in the world was put through a wood chipper... a girls got needs you know? Marry: None of them, do I look like the kind of woman that’s just itching for the opportunity to take care of someone with smaller balls than me? Kill: All of them, it’s too much fucking testosterone. (Isaak, she’d kill out of love - she daydreams about choking him tenderly until he suffocates almost every time he opens his mouth xoxox)

“I didn’t come here to talk,” though, Ryan’s place wasn’t usually her first stop after a knife fight, that was where she’d found herself, nursing a few newly forming bruises from the tail end of a really long fucking night. “I never come here to talk.” A fact she stated bluntly; as if Ryan wasn’t already aware that Jack had the emotional range of a teaspoon. “---Take your clothes off and get over here.”

What You want a list? It’s pretty long, but right now I’m feeling the weight of hurting Ryan and not seeing sooner that he wasn’t doing so well. That’s something I should have seen. Same breath - I wish I’d always done better by Leah too. Turns out, they both deserve a better brother.

Honestly, you’ve never really seen a grudge until you’ve seen a Marshall with one...  but I can’t answer that, only Ryan can. I just have to live with whatever happens next.