#dcmonbitch

pointless but i fEEL YOU SO MUCH OVER HERE TBH

HONESTLY THO

 I woke up with like… an inbox chain of the words...

it could be your new battle cry. (wtf????)

i feel like it lacks a certain je ne sais quoi? i’m of the personal opinion that my battlecry should definitely warn them of the impending gay jew threat, but there’s a distinct lack of fanatical liberalism

            Tonight really wasn’t her night and the desire for             it to end was growing rapidly because fighting a             territorial Gangrel was not in her day night planner.             Apparently it was younger than her, however, and             after purging his stomach of whatever blood it             contained with whispers and impaling him with             a metal rod, Imogen was more than ready to just             go home. If it weren’t for the apparent audience.

~ @dcmonbitch

{ A sharp exhale broke the silence of the room, nose wrinkling as eyes fought to open; attempting to piece together facts, mind suddenly rampaging with tedious unnecessary equations. A natural incident following time spent in the cryogenics chamber. One his handlers were usually prepared for. Though instead of the usual fluorescent lights as the asset finally found his vision he was met by darkness, but that wasn’t all.

Limbs struggled to extend soon identifying the sensation of restraints, binding him firmly to the hard wooden surface of a chair. Odd. Why would HYDRA stray from protocol? Had something happened? 

Confused; 

Valentin craned his neck, struggling to recognise anything familiar; expression void despite this. Even as lips spoke; sensing something there. }

but she will go for a three way with myself and matt ryan

          “ — Or we could just both walk away              and pretend this never happened.”