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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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ALLY:

          jolene could have her pick of assignments ,  what with everybody and their mother grappling for control of the new world and the need to clean up kingsman’s mess.   but she preferred shadows ,  cloaks and daggers that led to a single body lying lifeless in a room ;  take down the smaller ones ,  there is no one to fund the big fish.   that and probation had something to do with the fact that she’s paired with an mi6 agent ,  one she’s sure hasn’t seen the field more than a newborn baby.   complaints won’t be heard though ,  as long as her assignment has meaning and ends in light.            so she observes ,  sat in a corner with perfect advantage ;  she sees who comes ,  goes ,  gets lucky ,  and most importantly who strikes out.   espionage requires a certain amount of secrecy that makes their job harder than it ought to ;  give her a picture and a name then send her on her way.   she’s not a fan of clever hooks.   jo has a way of blending in with a crowd ,  petite smile naming her innocuous ,  though a simple blink could bring a fire to her eyes that could shift the attention of the world.           but for now ,  she remains quietly there ,  discreetly narrowing her focus on a man who’s failed not three ,  but four times now with the same line.   he caught her attention the second time ,  memory registering the cue ,  but jo had remained hidden ,  cataloguing movements ,  looks ,  and intonations.   she knows he’s alone ,  the way he focuses on his drink rather than glancing the room to acknowledge or check in with back up.   on the fourth time ,  she crosses the room to settle beside him.           as the line is delivered ,  the petite smile gathers amusement ,  and she responds off script ,     ❛   at least my agency has decent pick-up lines.   gin is never going t’ get anybody’s attention.   ❜

         ❝ i rather think that’s the POINT. ❞          he wasn’t even a drinker [ much less of something as soured, and unpleasant as GIN ] but KINGSMAN loved their traditions, and scripts were one of them. he’d never worked with their american counterparts before, but a few seconds into conversation and he could imagine it was going to be as SMOOTH an operation, even as he offered a thin-lipped smile and swallowed back what remained of his drink [ his nose creasing at the taste ]          ❝ a dull conversation piece catered to a SINGULAR                          response, which you were supposed to have. ❞          his words carried a minor complaint, but he asked no further verification [ as far as he was concerned, he had it ] and he moved to rest his back against the bar, his neck craned so he could speak a little more directly to her, all while his eyes browsed the other occupants of the event. it was a little too FULL for his tastes [ busy and loud ] he far preferred espionage when it was silent, and in the shadows, but when he had to dress for the occasion and make believe, he COULD.                     [ however reluctantly ]          ❝ an awfully CURIOUS event to have nine security officers,                         don’t you think? ❞

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         he’s not UNFAMILIAR when it comes to the prospect of working NICELY with others [ unlike his charges ] it’s something he’d never liked, but he had the temperament for, and it wasn’t always as AWFUL as he built it up to be in his mind [ his usual contacts were stiff, sharp-collared men who seemed to come pre-packaged with a HIGH REGARD for themselves ] but his correspondent in the CIA was far easier to tolerate.          ❝ — pardon my timing. ❞

         laptop case under his arm, he balanced a couple of drinks in hand and nudged the door closed with the heel of his shoe [ a few offices had been cleared out for them ] NEUTRAL GROUND as it were, because neither M or the DIRECTOR had been particularly willing to host, and in the end it had seemed safer to arrange security for a hotel boardroom, and far less obvious.          ❝ i was stuck behind a man who seemed to be ordering for an entire damned company. i could’ve tripped him on the way out for holding me up. ❞          cold air had caused his lenses to fog and as he unpacked his things and settled, he whisked them off his face, cleaning them on the inside of his shirt as he squinted blearily in her direction, an unsettled, but EASY smile lifting his lips. he’d worked with her once before, back when a dangerous man had slipped out of the states and landed on their shores, as far as he’d remembered it’d been a smooth process, but compared to his OWN WORK most things were.           [ @pastbuilt​ ] 

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instructions: fill out the questions about your muse, repost don’t reblog, and tag as many people as you want ---

what does your muse smell like?   neutral wouldn’t be an inaccurate way to describe his scent, he doesn’t have much of an inclination for impressionable smells, and opts out of cologne, and anything which might make a bold impression as far as shampoo, or soaps are concerned. in a predictable manner, he smells like tea. like the warm bergamot of earl gray, anise and cinnamon, like wooden furniture, long-dried ink, a bitter hint of gunpowder and the tang of metal, and electricity. how often does your muse bathe/shower?  he has a habit of showering like he’s shedding environments and people, and heads for the bathroom as soon as he’s in his flat after work, like he can scrub the evidence from his skin. it’s more a habit of necessity as opposed to luxury, and so he doesn’t often soak in a bath, as he does scorch his skin with too-hot water, until his skin is red and feels blistering. however when he’s away from work, a day can slip between unnoticed, without the need arising like an unwelcome itch under his skin. does your muse have any tattoos or piercings?   absolutely not, and it isn’t a matter of taste, as much as it is his need to obscure his identity. having defining marks like those always leaves a scar, even in their removal, and disappearing can be a lot harder when someone makes an impactful impression, as opposed to fading into the background. he has toyed with the idea, but only as a wistful fantasy, or chased by an imaginary ‘ one day ‘. any body movement quirks (e.g. tapping heel, shaking knee)?   while he makes extraordinary efforts to keep his physical looks immemorable, he hasn’t managed to cloak all his habits, and q is a particularly restless individual. his work is punctuated by the bounce of his knee, his hands constantly raking through his hair. he taps, he bites, and nerves are dictated by a proclivity for correcting his glasses as a means of distancing himself from a situation, or distracting the person bearing witness. what do they sleep in?  aside from the colours and patterns of work, he’s more inclined to comfort behind closed doors where looks are only perceived by he, or his feline company. he sleeps in a plain tee and loose pajama pants of some neutral colour. what’s their favourite piece of clothing?   while his focus has never been fashion, he prefers sweaters and scarves, but doesn’t really have any particular emotional attachment as far as any of them are concerned. he’s a creature of comfort, and appearance comes second. his only admiration for clothing comes from how easily he can warp the perception others have of him based on what he chooses to dress himself in. what do they do when they wake up?   a habitual creature, he has his tea, checks his security, feeds the cats, brushes his teeth and dresses. none of it is particularly elaborate, and on days he isn’t required in work, he simply skips the last part. how do they sleep? position?   in a word: poorly. an overactive mind, wrought with paranoia and anxiety does not make for easy rest, and it isn’t uncommon for q to disregard the practice, either on purpose or because his mind is preoccupied by work. when he does sleep, it’s restless. he wakes on a frequent basis to the smallest sound, he turns and tosses, he repositions himself over and over, and it reads in his disheveled appearance in the morning when he extracts himself from his sheets. what do their hands feel like?  it would be a mistake to assume him as soft, while his hands are careful and smooth, a few distinguishable calluses are pressed into the skin, a roughness at the base above his wrists where his hands rest against a desk while he works, and a couple more where his fingers are attuned to triggers. 

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❝ there is nowhere else for you to be. ❞

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCES            [ closed ]

         it aired on the CLICHE.          a dark LUXURY vehicle with tinted windows [ coming to a well-timed stop at the curb as he stepped out of the cafe ] it spelled TROUBLE as clearly as it did MELODRAMA, and he didn’t have to wrack his brain for longer than a few seconds to determine who it must’ve belonged to. it would’ve been wise to continue on his way, or head back into the overly warm storefront behind him, endure it in order to avoid, or stall some potentially unpleasant interaction [ but while he hadn’t lost his understanding of WHO he was dealing with ] he’d come to a morbid, if not COMFORTING conclusion: if moriarty wanted him dead, he already would be.          so, he doesn’t flinch when the door opens, balancing a hand on the frame and ducking his head to muster some careless excuse [ but really moriarty isn’t WRONG when he says q has nowhere to be ] he isn’t even rostered on, his social callings few and far between, and with brief consideration, he slid into the car and settled into expensive upholstery [ his tea warming his hands ]          ❝ i really hope this isn’t a KIDNAPPING, i didn’t leave my cats with a sitter. ❞

          [ @shrxwdroyalty​ ] 

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         he hadn’t been long for the field, only since the REBUILD of KINGSMAN had begun, but undercover work fit him like it had been TAILORED better than his suit [ and that was quite a claim ] he’d mastered the art of lies long before he’d been welcomed into the fold, it had ensured his survival, kept his head above water, and considering the LAYERS of security he enfolded his identity in, it wasn’t a stretch [ a false name, over a false title, over a false moniker ] until sometimes the TRUTH seemed to elude even him.          making his way across the crowded room and settling at the bar, he scrutinized the PATRONS alongside him, furrowing his brow. he hadn’t been afforded much detail about the person he’d be working with [ only a vague description and a clever line to identify them by ] and after a couple unsuccessful attempts, leading him into uncomfortable small talk, he heard someone draw up beside him.          nursing his drink, he swallowed a mouthful and cleared his throat, lowering it back to the counter as he prepared the same line he’d been given to introduce himself. if he struck another dead end, he’d have words with headquarters about being assigned other STATESMEN cases.          ❝ you know they charge nearly sixty dollars for THIS and i still can’t tell the difference between it and three dollar gin. ❞

          [ @atlsburnt​ ]

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MR RUTHERFORD:

      “ The sympathies have to lie with you, I’m afraid.  I may have James Spencer,            but you have James Bond.  Strange how the pesky ones seem to share a            name. “

      A coincidence he’s found entertaining the entire time he’s been with Kingsman,         even if he’s never really mentioned it to someone before.  It’s a thought that         brings a smile to his face whenever it surfaces, and while he grins at the name         and similarities, Armitage brings his cup to his lips to sip at the tea, downing a         small protion of it once he’s sure that he won’t burn his tongue.

       “ Similar pests aside, how can I help you today, Q ? “

         ❝ he can be a HANDFUL when he intends to be. ❞          it’d become obvious over time that his BEST 00 wasn’t difficult by nature but CHOICE [ but it could be argued it was in his nature to make his quartermaster FRUSTRATED ] and when it came down to it, a difficult but efficient agent was far preferable to an inadequate one [ he loathed those calls most of all ]          ❝ am i that OBVIOUS? ❞

         a dry smile surfaced on his lips, hands curling around the mug while reluctant to take another bitter sip until he’d managed to abscond a few more packets of sugar to dampen the taste. he made a considerate sound before he relented, sliding his tablet over in offering.          ❝ i was actually hoping to have a few accounts approved, and i was informed it was best to approach YOU, seeing as the other’s keep throwing around words of later and soon. i don’t think they’re particular fond of my MEDDLING. ❞

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STRANGE:

“The only thing missing is the beluga caviar and the Egyptian cotton sheets,” he droned back, watching the other go through a whole litany of fidgeting motions before finally setting himself down to have the talk both of them had been expecting, but not in a way either of them really knew to describe. The details of finally being asked pertinent questions about the item he’d stolen - masquerading under a fake name given to the archivists to hide its true contents - were certainly not what he was expecting after so long in detention.

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table and looking at the other intently. Finally, a professional. Though who you are and why you know what you’re talking about is raising all sorts of interesting questions. Even more pertinent than those you’re asking me. “Well now. Seems like someone finally knows what they’re talking about.” It was about the only compliment he had to give or would give anyone in the whole interrogation process he’d gone through, and it seemed fitting that it be issued to the only competent one to set foot in the room rather than waste his time with empty threats.

“The rest of these idiots still think it’s the original copy of The Art of War I’ve stolen.” He scoffed. “Now that’s a laugh. What’s not a laugh is the answer to your question, because I do take it very seriously. So long as you uphold your end of the bargain… because it would be much easier to be escorted out diplomatically than to pull a vanishing act and put myself on a very inconvenient Most Wanted list.” He folded his hands together and looked over the young man’s tablet to the curious, shifting eyes hiding under his glasses. “I intend to keep it, if it really is that important to you. Keep it and store it and most importantly protect it better than a cheap switcheroo act at a museum or any security system you can fathom. Because I know its contents already, but I have a very vested interest in keeping it way from those who would misuse said contents.”

         ❝ i do PRIDE myself on coming PREPARED. ❞          in a world where GODS and TITANS of immeasurable power existed, it seemed like the only thing he could do to maintain some level of control was to be informed [ information was its own STRENGTH ] and it offered him a chance to keep the appropriate pieces in play. he couldn’t save the world, but he’d believed in what SHIELD claimed when it had united the avengers, and if he could ensure the people who could make a DIFFERENCE were able to, he’d consider it a win [ and his duty ] even without the BADGE.          ❝ i couldn’t find a lot of information on the book itself, i’m sure my MEAGER understanding of it would bore you, but i found plenty on you, and we have similar goals. ❞          he’d DUG DEEP, and while it hadn’t all been flattering, it was befitting of a man who’s word could be taken [ in this situation, at least ] and it was all he could’ve asked for, and the book was better kept in the hands of those who UNDERSTOOD it, rather than a regular museum [ considering those who might misuse it, he suspected underpaid security wouldn’t make for a good DETERRENT ] and he couldn’t very well keep it back at his flat.          ❝ i’d rather get you out of here than attempt to expunge something as UNSIGHTLY as an international warrant for your arrest. i hear those can make HEROICS particularly difficult to commit to, and considering the current state of things, i’d sleep a lot better with more of your type out there. ❞

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BOND:

Bond’s eyes were still trained down the sights as Q. spoke, aware of the way the team members busied themselves, eyes down, attentive to whatever work they were assigned to. For the most part, his explanation was largely ignored. The Walther had never let him down in the past and he didn’t think it would start to now either. But if a change was decided, then that was what was ordered. He could always return to it later, hopefully, somehow. When Q. finally arrived at the end of his explanation he lowered the weapon and continued to get used to the grip, feel and weight in his hands. “That sounds like an excuse. I never took you for someone who would give up so easily, Q.”

It was banter of course, the faint wisp of a smile being the only hint that Q. would have needed. They were all more than used to it by now. Though he had to admit with the carbon fiber casing, the SIG felt more than comfortable and durable in his hands. Something being easier to take in and out of countries was also appreciated. More often than not, having to report to a station or packing a weapon very well in hidden compartments was an inconvenience. This was far more preferable and took away any stress of travelling.

However, it was the pause that now caught his attention, his eyes lifting from the gun and to the team that were scattered around. They’d all dropped tools, having caught themselves glancing in their way and were now moving away from them. The look that he caught from Q. was met with one of scepticism but he did exactly as he was told, ejecting the clip as instructed while finding a familiar quip. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

         ❝ now who said i’d GIVEN UP? ❞          he BRISTLED, a huff of a breath escaping him as he stepped around bond, clearly unoffended despite his response. no one would ever unsettle q’s CONFIDENCE in his own work, and he’d come to associate the careless remarks from bond as a kind of familiarity [ he wouldn’t dare call it friendship, but it was certainly something like TRUST ] however withering and unfamiliar a notion it was.          ❝ i know men of your advanced EXPERIENCE in life have difficulty embracing change, but i assure you i wouldn’t send you into the field with anything LESS than you needed to make it out alive. ❞          and while that didn’t mean he equipped the man with the BEST, it meant he didn’t need to [ because bond was adequate at his work ] all the frills, and flares were for the 00s who needed a little extra KICK, and the man in front of him had a history of making do. it was rather impressive, in it’s own way [ discounting the gratuitous violence, death, and destruction ] he was a delight to work with.          as his instructions were followed, he slid a clipboard from his desk, making an attentive note before lights above flickered and the room plunged into darkness in a wave [ all electronics fizzling out ] and coming to a sharp stop before the others in the room, who’d obviously worked out where each generator in the department started and ended after a few UNFORTUNATE exercises. it’s a handful of seconds before the backup kicks in, and everything hums back into life, a wry smile drawn across the quartermaster’s lips.          ❝ mallory wasn’t too impressed about my attempts to sabotage our ELECTRICAL SYSTEMS, but if it works here, it’ll work anywhere. ’d avoid using it too close to vehicles, at least if you intend to be in them. i don’t think a helicopter would recover in time. ❞

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PROBLEM:

          the last thing that seth had wanted to see when he exited the god damn john was a new face, and yet that was exactly what he found upon stepping back through the door and into whatever hell shit richard had gotten them into THIS time. seth blinked, as if he hadn’t quite registered that the man had spoken before he glanced briefly from one side to the next in search for his brother.

    “ richard ! ”  seth shouted, placing as much irritated emphasis upon the ‘ ard ’ as he could whilst he held his arms out in frustration.  “ what  part  of  lock  the  damn  door  did  you  fail  to  understand ?! ”  christ, if he hadn’t known any better he would have dubbed the gecko brothers as a pair of god damn amateurs.

seth returned a glower back at the man, finally appearing to have noticed that the other was speaking,  “ they  also  advise  against  working  with  family  and  yet  here  i  am. ”  seth countered,  “ your  commitment  to  your  job  is  overwhelming,  but  since  my  brother  decided  his  time  was  spent  better  on  raiding  the  fucking  ice  cream  freezer  i’m  gonna  need  you  to  taste  the  floor. ”

   without another moment seth pulled his revolver, barrel pointed squarely at the man’s face.  “ should’ve  stayed  in  london, kid. ”

         he moves [ not quickly ] but in slow PATIENT steps, an unwavering stare on the weapon pointed directly at him [ it should make him feel at least UNCOMFORTABLE but work had desensitized him ] and his only concern had become placing himself where he stopped, in front of the man behind the register, at least ensuring focus remained on HIM [ and not a CIVILIAN ] all because the weapon didn’t shake for a second, a clear indication he wouldn’t make it out of this by appealing to the man’s better nature [ he’d done this before ]          ❝ i would really consider REASSESSING your current course of action, unless you and your brother want to live out the remainder of your lives in separate unmarked cells. ❞          making no move to comply [ it really would render his relocation MOOT ] he moved both hands in front of him, a display to show them empty before he craned his neck toward his bag, an expectant brow raised in question.          ❝ i’m not a local cop, or mall security. i’m rather valuable to the people i work for, i daresay jurisdiction and legalities wouldn’t interfere with how they RECOVER me, and PUNISH those responsible --- shall i get my identification, or would you like to? before you make any life-ending decisions, you should know what you’re signing up for. ❞

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send me a biblical or a historical sin for a drabble or a starter themed around that topic.

LUST  –  intense longing, sexual or otherwise, that subverts propriety.

GLUTTONY  –  the overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste.

GREED  –  an artificial, rapacious desire and pursuit of material possessions.

SLOTH  –  cessation of motion and an indifference to work.

WRATH  –  uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred towards oneself or others.

ENVY  –  a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else.

PRIDE  –  putting of one’s own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of people.

ACEDIA  –  neglect to take care of something that one should do.

VANITY  –  the excessive belief in one’s own abilities or attractiveness to others.

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Can you reblog if you don't mind me coming into your ask ic, even if we've got a thread?

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MORIARTY:

           the criminal quietly chuckles; but which reaction did he expect? the former would be slightly disappointing, CONSIDERING q is employed by mi6, working in the q branch. but then again, it did take a bit of effort to find the quartermaster, anyway. is the effort misplaced? could it be transferred to things more worthy of the criminal’s time? perhaps. but for now, jim will cultivate the growing obsession INTEREST.  

                ‘ i don’t pay too many PERSONAL visits,                                              so perhaps take that into consideration. ’

        less unnerved, so the criminal observes, but not ENOUGH to pull an alarm or any other emergency tactic to remove the both of them from this situation. 

         he isn’t in the practice of being the FOCUS [ it’s usually BOND he has to chide about less-than-favorable company ] but it shouldn’t be a surprise, he’d crossed the line first, he’d sought information on the other man, observed [ AGAINST ORDERS ] if his hand was forced and he HAD to call in help, it wouldn’t be too flattering for him, and a suspension was something he detested far more than company [ as murderous as it might be ]            ❝ can we continue this upstairs? i put on a pot of tea, and i won’t get my deposit back if i BURN the place down before i move. ❞

         he hadn’t allowed so much as an AGENT within his flat, but none had ever worked out where he lived. his concern for privacy had disappeared amongst a few bodies, and FRANKLY while he’d seen more than his share, it wasn’t an appetizing sight [ and he needed to be somewhere he felt more at EASE ]          ❝ as long as you’re not here to THREATEN me. you aren’t, are you? i don’t threaten well, and i daresay it would be a waste of your efforts, and off putting enough that i won’t offer you a drink. ❞

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AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode four - git gone

❝ d’ya mind ? ❞

❝ best drinks have self defining names. you order a manhattan, god knows what you’re gonna get, but you order a gin and tonic, a jack and coke, it’s not just a name. it’s a command. ❞

❝ how long you’ve been working here for ? ❞

❝ ooh, that’s bad luck. ❞

❝ don’t do it. ❞

❝ i was waiting for you. ❞

❝ why’d you help me ? ❞

❝ you’re really not very good at this; i saw you coming a mile off. ❞

❝ are you trying to recruit me ? ❞

❝ you could be a world class thief. ❞

❝ you look like you could get anything you want just by asking for it. ❞

❝ what d’ya say, huh ? ❞

❝ hang on a minute. i’m sorry. ❞

❝ i owe you one. i feel beholden. ❞

❝ let me buy you a drink. ❞

❝ let’s go somewhere. ❞

❝ so you are a thief. ❞

❝ the weak spot, see ––– all you need is one. and it’s usually people’s attention. ❞

❝ show me. ❞

❝ oh, god. ten years, and [ … ] has NEVER looked at me like that. ❞

❝ there’s a lesson in there somewhere. ❞

❝ my grandma always had cats. she said that they could see ghosts when we can’t, and warn you of thieves. ❞

❝ do you ever worry about what will happen if you keep stealing ? ❞

❝ do you believe in the afterlife ? ❞

❝ all i know is there’s more than i know. ❞

❝ yeah, i think that might sound wiser than it is. ❞

❝ when you die, you rot. it’s a fixed system. physics doesn’t take sundays off. ❞

❝ my parents believed in everything. father, son, holy ghost, spirit filled and full of the light of god. they taught me all of it, chapter and verse. ❞

❝ i went to bed every night in a world full of magic where anything was possible. ❞

❝ it’s like everything that made the world anything more than what it is is just –– stories. like snake oil. but worse, because snakes are real. ❞

❝ i wanted to get that magic back so bad, but one day i just accepted the fact that i couldn’t, because life is just not that interesting. ❞

❝ don’t look at me like that. ❞

❝ the fun is just getting started. ❞

❝ i could teach you to fight. ❞

❝ hey, you want coffee ? ❞

❝ are we pregnant ? ❞

❝ what i’m about to say may sound irrational to you, but i have all sorts of rational reasons for saying it, and doing it. ❞

❝ say it, and we’ll talk about whether or not you should do it. ❞

❝ are we … discussing this, or are you telling ? ❞

❝ there’s some wiggle room. ❞

❝ are you unhappy ? because i’m happy, okay, you make me happy. ❞

❝ yes, i see that you’re happy. from this side of it. the wrong side of it. and i think maybe i resent not being happy. not resent you, just … resent. ❞

❝ do you still love me ? ❞

❝ we are like a history book. we’re established fact. we don’t change. ❞

❝ i represent FAILURE to you ? ❞

❝ i can take it. if you’re on the other side. i can make it if you can. can you wait for me ? ❞

❝ just glad that i could be here to help you, you know ? ❞

❝ hey, don’t stay here alone tonight. ❞

❝ why did you say that ? ❞

❝ come on, [ … ] , say what you mean. ❞

❝ last night was a one time thing. you were there. and thank you, but we’re not doing this. we did this. and now it’s done. ❞

❝ you don’t love him. not the way he loves you. ❞

❝ is that all this was ? just fun ? ❞

❝ are you saying no ? ❞

❝ i lived my life, good and bad. definitely not light as a feather. ❞

❝ in life, you believed in nothing, so you will go to nothing. you will be done. ❞

❝ there is nowhere else for you to be. ❞

❝ tears have fallen for you. ❞

❝ do i get a say in this ? ❞

❝ death is not a debate. ❞

❝ how many do you think have come before you, all with promises and threads and offers of gold, glory, love ? who are you to misguide me from my duty ? ❞

❝ you are but a man, not even one i should remember. ❞

❝ i’m gonna come in now. i’m gonna come in now, okay ? ❞

❝ is this a haunting ? are you haunting me ? ❞

❝ does [ … ] know ? ❞

❝ i’m a vulgar woman. anger and grief have just really made me vulgar. ❞

❝ god, you know, i should thank you. it’s so much easier grieving someone when you’re glad they’re dead. ❞

❝ oh, fuck your feelings. ❞

❝ everybody has feelings, everybody cares about what they feel. i don’t care about what you feel. i care about what you think. what do you think about what you did ? ❞

❝ what was your big lie, [ … ] ? ❞

❝ i love [ … ] … loved [ … ]. love [ … ]. i love [ … ]. (s)he’s the light of my life. ❞

❝ you, i remember. ❞

❝ there is nothing i can do to lighten your heavy heart. ❞

❝ your heavy heart sank you like a stone, right back where you last left off. ❞

❝ was it love ? ❞

❝ love will always have you at a disadvantage. ❞

❝ many is the man who would take any version of his lost love rather than leave his love lost. ❞

❝ (s)he/they will say thank you to whichever god has sent you back to him/her/them. ❞

[clevercomplexion]

     TAROT CARD PERSONALITY TEST.

You got: The Hermit

You’re an introspective person who’s content with their own company. But even though you’re introverted, you’re not a loner. People often seek you out for advice or even good conversation because you’re thoughtful and analytical, and you’re happy to help them out — in small doses.

TAGGED BY: @silvaraoul

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[clevercomplexion]

         he should be a little more UNNERVED with someone like moriarty standing inside his lobby [ it means he needs to MOVE which is an unappealing thought seeing as he’d only just finished UNPACKING ] and while he hasn’t overlooked the obvious DANGER, he doesn’t buckle nearly as much as he should, smart enough to know running for an alarm, or some prior CONTINGENCY plan would only unsettle the situation. he’d rather indulge in the banter, and in the notion he’d been lured out, as opposed to being part of the BLOODSHED.          ❝ is this the part where i ask how you found me?                         or should i be FLATTERED you made the effort? ❞

         his hands slid comfortably into the pockets of his cardigan, head raised as he watched the other man move forward, refusing to make space in response. it was a matter of PRINCIPAL, really.

‘ oh? how SWEET of you, but i think calling would be a bit too basic. ‘

           not to mention, it would have been quite out of character for him to SIMPLY PLACE a call. where’s the fun in just calling? no, q deserves something with a little more–––––PIZAZZ. the criminal purses his lips before grinning again as he steps forward towards the quartermaster. 

                         ‘ hope i didn’t cause too much trouble. ’ ( LIE. )                                ‘ if i didn’t, i’ll be sure to FIX that. ’

continued from here @clevercomplexion