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it's common fucking knowledge. - ..... From Rick oh no my hand slipped
"Oh, Rickie, you think it's that simple?"
He scrapes Lucille against the wall, crossing the distance in between them - daring to close it to only a couple of feet. "It never is," he announces, grinning.
"Besides- we need to figure out new arrangements, don't we? Remember I own you."
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it seems our conversation has come to a close. - hear me out, an AU where Abraham Ford is Negan's right hand man???
"Has it?"
The authoritative vibration bounces into the room, echoing against the walls. The tip of Lucille pounds against the ground - subtly reminding the orange-haired man of who is exactly in charge. Negan, however, heaves a sigh and relaxes within his chair. "Do tell why you believe this conversation is over, already." It's an offer - kindly given seeing as the other had been by his side for quite a bit now. The wooden item is placed finally onto the table - as he tries to let the other man relax just as he wants to.
❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ - javi to Kate!!! (She just keeps doing this!!!! LET HIM HELP YOU KATE)
His words bring a wake of DREAD crashing down upon Kate's shoulders. Her panicked gaze falters downwards clumsily. Suddenly, she is all too aware of the way her hands quake from the rush of adrenaline. The nightmares beckon every time she let herself rest. "Trust me, Javi. You aren't going to want to go. I'm---" Broken? An albatross? Incapable? "Listen, it's SAFER if you stay behind." She's feckless. Feckless enough to get people KILLED over a theory. She wants his help, but knows she cannot stand the idea of seeing the life drained from his beautiful eyes. She can't lose anyone else. "I'm not even sure this will work." @aymixium
@navstanorfuck or @aymixium
“I’ll confess to crimes I didn’t even commit, just give me five more minutes! I'll even accept whatever punishment you want to give me. Okay?” (to Captain Pete Mitchell)
aymixium answered:
"do I even WANT to know this time?" he shook his head, waving the thought off. "You are pushing too hard, Natasha, and you need to know when to pull off and that's why you always end up dead in a dog fight!" workout a single thought, he continued before his brain could stop it, "and that's why I don't want you on this god damn mission anymore!"
Phoenix's jaw CLENCHES hard enough that there are remarkable twitches in the corners. There is a growl harbored in the pit of her throat as her shoulders square off to her Captain. "With all DUE respect, Sir," which is likely none given the volatility of her tone, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't push in a dog fight. You cannot teach instincts that I clearly posses!! The Superiors all say I remind them of YOU, sir." She clips, trying not to sound hostile. Her instructor is still hot when fuming.
Lightning blazes across her burnt-umber orbs as she turns back to him. "What is that SUPPOSED to mean?" Her nostrils flare. "You cannot just BOUNCE me because you don't WANT me. I'm going with or without your permission, with or without your unit. I don't HAVE to be one of your daggers. There are other instructors."
She moves to push passed him. "I thought you were different. Maybe, I was wrong." Her voice cracks a little as she speaks.
He had it coming! He had it coming! He only had himself to blaaaame~
~ Meg Masters, all day every day!
"Yet everyone's still shocked. Hi, I'm Meg. I'm a demon."
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@aymixium said: “Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave this room.” - to Zoe from Neal 🙂↕️
" I have no idea what you're talking about." Zoe said in her most innocent voice but her ever expressive eyes gave it away that she was anything but. She sipped her red bull in the hotel bed and sighed happily. " I don't know. A day in bed sounds really nice." She had been looking at high rise apartments in New York with Neals help and the late nights together often ended up tangled in the sheets. She was happy though. She really liked Neal and felt comfortable with him. Which said a lot because she wasnt used to being comfortable.
After watching Meg read her magazine from cover to cover, Castiel smiled when she looked back at him. "I am sorry that you didn't have a choice to feel all that thorny pain... It is beautiful, please don't misunderstand, but... I am sorry this happened to you, Meg," he said, sincere and thoughtful.
Sorry. That was a phrase she never had directed at her before. At least, not under these circumstances. Sure, she had people beg for her forgiveness to spare their own lives before. Whether it was tearing someone open on the rack for her own enjoyment, or skinning someone for information . . . it was all the same. However . . . a genuine sorry ? That was something new to her. It made her stomach turn. She only spared Castiel a quick glance from her magazine, as if the TMZ gossip was suddenly much more interesting than whatever he was saying.
She chose to be a martyr, sure. Maybe she would've changed her tune if she had known that death would not be welcoming her on the other side. Instead, she woke up in Hell again, under Crowley's knife. He just couldn't let her slip out of his grimy grasp, and he made it clear that no knight in shining armor would come to her rescue this time around, and he was right. Castiel never came. Not that she ever expected him to, anyways.
Now here he was, apologizing for it all. As if she would run weeping into his arms. Meg shrugged as she flipped to the next page of her magazine, sighing. "Yeah, it's whatever, Clarence. I get it. I'm no Winchester. I'm just a demon. I've done so many evil things, I probably deserved it."
