#agentwallace

[ ‘tell me’ meme ]

If you snuck into my room I would:

[✘] Go back to sleep[] Kick you out[✘] Cuddle with you[✘] Be like “How in the world?”[] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[✘] Kiss or hug you back[✘] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[] Push you away[✘] Be shocked[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No[✘] Yes[] Most certainly not.[✘] Without hesitation.

You are:

[✘] Cute[] Adorable[✘] Attractive[✘] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

Rev smiled at Alex, the boy peacefully sleeping, the moon casting a pale glow over him, and Rev was happy to just stand there, watching her son sleep. He was peaceful, and innocent, and untainted by the work she did.

I love you. But I don't think those words are enough

I never stop thinking of you of the way your eyes light up when you look at him, the way you have a smile that's just for me

I never stop dreaming of what it will be like in five ten fifteen years

I don't want to let you go You don't change me, you inspire me to be a better person to love a little deeper

She spends what may be the longest fifteen minutes of her life tinkering with her phone, desperately trying to craft a goddamn text message.

{ Think of what Pepper said. Just make an effort to see him. }

Several rounds of typing and backspacing and typing again finally ceases upon her sending the final product.

[ text : mike ] Hey stranger! Hope you're not busy tonight. :)

[ 'What A Dumb Fucking Play Call' Meme ]

        ❝Before I begin this rant, let’s set things straight. I despise both the New England Patriots and Seattle Seahawks. I live in Manhattan. Suck-ass status or not, the New York Giants are my team. Now, with that disclaimer out of the way. Let me begin.

          Pete Carroll is a mother-fucking moron. After sheer dumb luck with that fumbled-it-but-oops-I-got-it-again shit near the end zone, he had the Seahawks within HALF A YARD of a GAME. WINNING. TOUCHDOWN. Who’s on the field for what could be the final play? Marshawn “Skittles” Lynch. Arguably the best running back in the League right now.

          Do we hand it to Skittles for the definitive TD?

          N O P E.

          WE GOTTA MOTHER FUCKING ~*~* PASS IT *~*~

          BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE, RIGHT?

          LYNCH WAS RIGHT THERE. HE COULD HAVE SNEEZED INTO THE END ZONE.

          MY GOD. I COULD HAVE SCORED THAT TOUCHDOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE. FIRST WOMAN TO PLAY IN THE NFL. WILSON HANDS OFF TO PHOENIX. SHE’S IN! SHE WINS SUPERBOWL! MVP STATUS. AND NOW SHE KISSES KURT WARNER BECAUSE YOLO. THEN TELLS TOM BRADY TO SUCK IT ON NATIONAL TELEVISION. THE END. GOODNIGHT, AMERICA.

          But I digress. I’m surprised Wilson didn’t go “fuck this!” and call his own play at the line. Red flags should’ve gone up immediately. The kid isn’t a rookie anymore. Bro’s got a ring. And, hopefully, common fucking sense. But at the end of the day, it isn’t his fault. Yes, he threw that interception, but that ball should’ve never been airborne to begin with.