#deprivalstate

     Kate's done her research on District X, enough to know who she needs to ask for. She's waiting for the woman now while playing a phone game though she doesn't pay it much attention. In her head, she's going over the speech she's about to give. About how she wants to help. About how she can help.

   "give it back.” he thrusts out his hand, demanding and expectant. nobody is going to force him to get clean. that’s a bunch of bullshit. “you want me to deal with bullshit? then i need that stuff. i can’t fucking function without it.” 

one thing about my character.

you: watching big dudes throw down other big dudes. me: looks at barney, jax, and clint like…. there she go

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mim’s like

Thousands of radio stations, all playing at once, all only in the space between her ears--and all of them sound almost the exact same.

When she walks down streets as cracked and dangerous as these, she shouldn’t look so comfortable, more comfortable than she looks in her own home. For once, her shoulders aren’t hiked up to her ears; her jaw isn’t clenched in perpetual annoyance. She doesn’t know what she hears or what the static means but it is, for lack of a better word, soothing.