#impossiblelimits

   ‟     If you have something to say,   JUST SPIT IT OUT .     ❜     

           his eyes zero in on liam, jaw clenching tighter, so tight it makes his teeth ache. he hates how well the other man already knows him, hates how he can pick him apart and know how his brain works. he’s never loved himself, not since he was turned into a monster. and with his recent... detainment with other shadowhunters, his own self hatred had gotten worse. and he hated that liam knew that.

❝ go home liam. ❞ his voice cracks just the slightest bit as he speaks. nearly pleading, declan doesn’t want to deal with his emotions. especially not at work. luke’s been breathing down his neck for some time off. he knows the bare minimum of what happened to declan, and he wants declan to deal with his shit. ❝ i’m not your mate. i’m some downworlder you took pity on because your people did what they did. just         just go back to the institute, man. ❞ declan’s shoulders slump as he leans back onto his desk.

The ridiculously brave man seemed about to try to fight despite his conditions, and Emma was already halfway through the port before Pinocchio could finish cursing at her for that, after putting her satchel in his hands. "I'll fight you for it!" Blackbeard turned incredulously as she continued: “ You clearly like unfair fights anyway, shouldn't be a problem, right? ‘Nocchio, come get my medical supplies ready for this man here."   "You want the Jolly Roger?" the unsuspecting cheater asked, and Emma knew he was going to find out the hard way who actually had the upper hand. "I heard he had wenches desperate for his attention, but this is new!" he laughed, turning to his men. "Not a wench. Apparently I'm his second now, so get ready. Because I’m winning,” she drew her sword and ran up to him, immediately attacking. At first she moved slower, studying him, playing, but then turned against him, avoided another dirty trick in favor of kicking him back hard. She loosened her cloak, turning to look at the real captain and winking, before slamming the word against Blackbeard’s and fighting hard enough to send him on the floor again. 

someone’s gotta make you work around here ;)

bah, that’s why I just go to hollow art and save those ones xD

“Look mate, if you have a problem with the shipment, go talk to Smee, nothin’ to do with me.” The pirate sniggered at the heroes who was standing with a pout lip because crate got a little bashed. Harriet hadn’t even touched that one. Wasn’t her problem.

“Lily...” Harriet gave them a deadpan look as they used her curse name. Only two people in this forsake little gumball snowglobe town knew who she was. Smee knew better than to rat her out. In the absence of her papa, she was the captain. The other was the man that killed her mother and he was actively avoiding her lest she let his precious Belle know that he killed his ex-wife.