#opportuniists

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Make a wish on our sorry little hearts Have a smoke, pour a drink, steal a kiss in the dark Fingernails on my skin like the teeth of a shark I'm intoxicated by the lie

In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost Like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus For the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust As you tell me we're nothing but trouble

Heart's on fire tonight Feel my bones ignite Feels like war, war Feels like war, war We go together or we don't go down at all We go together or we don't go down at all We go together or we don't go down at all, whoa Fail-safe trigger, lock-down call

Wipe the dry clean-slate, quick, sound the alarm No escape from the truth and the weight of it all I am caught in the web of a lie

And the bitch of it all is that I'm running from The desire of the people to whom I belong At the end of the day you can tell me I'm wrong 'Cause you went to all of this trouble Is this the end of us or just the means to start again?

skye.: xD

Lincoln: Lincoln protesting, ends up with a "Stark Industries TM" tat on his ass.

The Legendary Star Lord: omfg.

you’re so unphased during a lot of it omfg.

With an ‘oof,’ Adam drops himself to the couch, careful not to let the bottles of beer in his hands tip. Holding one out towards Andrew, he carries on from whatever conversation topic he might have started them on before retrieving their drinks;

                   “So then he ask me who Franz Kafka is.                              ---Kafka! So I practically smacked ‘The Castle’ down on                                      my desk and scrapped what was supposed to be                                      the current assignment so my kids could                                      be introduced to Franz.“

      ❝thank you, doctor.❞

she steps through the threshold into the spacious office, jacket in her arms looking around.

      ❝this place is huge.❞

1. Lincoln is a good pillow.