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You gotta start hitting up bars and talking about mutant genetics now

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Marion Cotillard is a bit of an unconventional glow up, but she's got the french thing going, one assumes Liz would've naturally tried to emulate a more francophile aesthetic, non?

That was the best way he knew to articulate the way he felt about her-- around her?

“Look---just--” He looks down, away. He’s bad at eyecontact, unless it’s with a z and he’s about to put a bullet between their eyes-- that’s the kind of eye contact he likes.

Bad joke. His pa would have laughed.

He thinks about telling Doc later, but then he remembers he’s talking to someone (or supposed to be).

“You don’t have any ammo, do you?”

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34. Gentle Peck.

Like a cat, the Princess is lying in a warm sunbeam, watching Guardians walk by her little spot on the crates just a few feet from the bounty post. Few seem to pay her any mind; she’s become something of a fixture in the Tower over the last few months. Some still pause to bow and greet her, but she normally ignores them, or waves them off. Today, though, she’s feeling talkative.

Her eyes zero in on a Warlock as she passes, and she gives a little whistle through her teeth. She sits up, brushing white hair from her face, and adjusting her tank top’s arm so that it’s not falling down her shoulder. Her blue skin seems a little dark along her shoulders and cheeks, likely from a bit too much sun, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered.

meme ;; Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship [a c c e p t i n g]

headcanon i. lia starts thinking of roxie as the one that got away – contract-wise. it keeps her up at night and keeps her out of brothels. (as if she needed help with either of those things.) they’re both frustrated as fuck when they start running into each other everywhere. amaranthine: “you’ve got to be kidding me.” west hill: “you’re not getting away this time!!” redcliffe: “andraste’s tits, can we just… get a drink first? might make this less painful for both of us.” even fucking with the magekiller starts to get old after a while and lia can only go so far before she starts thinking it’d be a shame to kill someone who wants to live this bad.

headcanon ii. they end up being the buddy cop movie that nobody asked for and that nobody in thedas fucking wants/needs. while half-heartedly tormenting each other through yet another backwater on the waking sea, they end up trashing some poor bastard’s mining operation and running into a dragon – bone pit-style. forced to team up, they realize they’re really fucking good at killing dragons. step one: find dragon. step two: kill dragon. step three: ???. step four: profit.

headcanon iii. lia can’t hold her alcohol for shit and roxie can’t deal with it. this is a person who has been contracted to kill her and roxie would still be more pissed off at the fact that lia is a sloppy, easy drunk. lia thinks it’s small consolation for the fact that she can’t kill roxie. at least she can make roxie die a little inside every time she ends up sitting on some poor asshole’s lap and starts talking about how brave she is. not him. how brave lia is. because that’s what everyone in the tavern wants to hear, right?