they say the wicked grow thorns
but so do the cunning
her smile was entrapment
it was poisoned honey
long live the queen | a.m (via oceanhunters)
janemba
This is the most me clothing
I crave affection; and run from it.
(via idiotarps)
Source: wnq-writers.com
hiistiger reblogged
DETAILS.
okay, so here’s the deal with threads:
i’m transferring them all over to the new blog
(unless you contact me and beg me not to)
i don’t believe i owe anyone at this point, which means that I’ll be coming back over here periodically to harvest replies.
You’re absolutely welcome to tag me as @ ephiitaphs to get my attention that way, but don’t feel like you have to.
I think that’s all that needs saying for now and now’s when i inadvertently promo everyone i’m writing with so that they’ll see this post.
“ think of me when you want to come home ” (john)
“How do I ever leave?” Because it’s the job, obviously, but god, he’s going to miss John for the time being. “That’ll make me even more frustrated,” he teases. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget you.”
❛ stop this! think about what you’re doing! ❜ min
Her shout was enough to make him jump a little, as concentrated as he had been on what he was doing. “Is it your life’s goal to ruin everything?” She’d stepped in more than once, in different ways, sure, but it was always her instead of something else.
“ there is no god that i can see ” thespian
“Good. The less I have to worry about, the better.” There was no way either he or Thespian would be able to deal with that sort of power. There were probably some demons like that, too, but he hadn’t quite yet gotten good enough to summon the likes of those on his own.
❛ why are you fighting me? ❜ (tae)
“What’s my other choice?” There’s nothing else to be done here. All other possible paths branched off well before this point. “Everyone’s competition at some point, no matter what.”
Liah doesn’t think that was really the best course of action, and likely would have argued it had their situation been different, but right now it’s in the past, and they have bigger shit to worry about than two killed officers - soon to be four killed officers. She’s really fucking in it now, christ. “The inner cordon’s 100 meters,” she says, recalling the standard procedure. “That’s all open ground. Then there’s the outer cordon, which is where most of the personnel are. They’re concentrated on the front, but they’ll be spreading out now that they don’t know where we are.” She swallows. “The traffic cordon will be at major intersections beyond that. They’re treating you like a bomb site, if that makes you feel any sort of pride at your work.” She shakes out her hands. “WE could break into the building next to us, climb through a window or something. We can’t just run at the cordon - they’ll kill us.” Improvising is not her favorite thing in the world, but every second they waste planning is a second they don’t have to make it out alive. “Alright, I’m going to open the door on three, okay? Please don’t shoot next to my ear.” She counts down from three, and on one she opens the door, yelling, “Don’t shoot!” with her hands held out in front of her.
“Fuck.” That’s the price of popularity, he supposes. “It would if I wasn’t about to be shot at.” It really would be something to brag about - if he survives this, and that really not certain. He nods at her suggestion. “Best to do, that, then.” It’s probably not worth the breath, but he’s got to be sure. “If we get into that building and it’s a trap, I’m killing you first.” She probably already knows this, from the gun he’d already been waving in her face. “I’ll try not to.” No guarantees, depending on what the guards do. He hangs back a moment, lets them get a good look at her and start to try to deal with that situation, before he shows himself properly, gun raised. “Down,” he tells her, already pulling the trigger to shoot the first one, who’s a lot better situated, even with her in between. That gets rid of any issues with the second, closer one and he falls as well. “Get that gun,” he tells her, back to the exterior wall, watching for suspicious movement. “We don’t have much time. Cover me. Next building, like you said.” This could be considered the hard part, if all of this wasn’t the hard part. “Watch up as well as around.” If they’re treating him like a bomb, they aren’t going to want to take any chances. Then he’s off running.
❛ is that insubordination i’m sensing? ❜ jim
“Never.” They’re around company and that was what worried him the most about this. It was possible that it was directed at someone else - said to him as part of proving a point, but what was the point to be proven? “I wouldn’t disobey orders.” And now he’s sounding like he’s still in the army again.