#backonmybullshit91

[stclker]

"I know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn't mean you should to do this on your own." [Hicks to Ripley if your up for it. Also hello!~]

"..." She paused, and glanced over the control panel towards Hicks. Somewhere in her occupied mind - she acknowledged being still in survival mode. It was the first thing she woke up to, and what always shadowed each of her actions. Somehow, she couldn't brush that off her mind. That awful feeling, that something might happen - while she least expects it. On top of that, they were running the place with an AI and far below minimum allowed size of the crew - things like breakfast and chat were the last in her list of routines. Maintenance and trying to figure out what next after barely making it alive, it all added to the stress.

"The more everyone can do on their own..." She started, but quickly paused. Considering it a while. "...but if you don't have anything on your task list... and..." she glances him from toe to the head. "You can make it. Come, we're heading for maintenance check for the power and pressure in generator room." || @backonmybullshit91 (helloo!)

[humanfucker]

@backonmybullshit91 sent: there’s something very wrong with you. - Ezra ► from this meme.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," Orion says, carrying bound papers on his shoulder to set in a cart not too far away. From here he'll be bringing the new publications off to the distributor to be delivered to the folks of Four Corners in the morning.

Usually this is work that, in the wee hours of the night, nobody interrupts him in doing. But he supposes those seven protectors of the town do have habits of staying late at the saloon. He just never expected one of them to stop him directly.

Affording the man (and his colourful red coat) a glance, Orion's shoulders shrug up. "I'm as much a law-abiding citizen as you are, sir."

Then he goes to retrieve the next bundle to add to the cart.

[momlander]

@backonmybullshit91 asked: [ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something.  [From Butcher]

"Billy, you really don't have to be doing this," Becca chuckles as she playfully brings her hand to the man's chest in a gentle shove. "Seriously, a little rain isn't going to kill me. I mean, aren't you worried about your jacket? It's going to take days to dry!"

[canoncompliance]

@backonmybullshit91 sent: [Expect]: sender holds hand palm up towards receiver, waiting to hold be given an item they want. (Johnny and his rude ass.) ► from this meme.

Ringo's looking at him, so Miguel looks back.

The lack of amusement is obvious.

"It's my spoil."

Even though, Lord, he hates doing all this robbing. He's heard talk about guns being more sophisticated and claws being the more animalistic option, but he's not sure he agrees. A few weeks with the Cochise County Cowboys and Miguel still doesn't see the appeal; frankly, he's sure he'd be kicked out for refusing to kill if not for the fact he always follows through with his promises.

Today's promise was delivering a safe back to base. Today's promise was, as always, fulfilled. Miguel had surrendered the safe easy enough, but the fact that Ringo's still asking for the jewellery he'd managed to swipe off a lawman at the robbed bank is too much.

He keeps his hand in his pocket, fingers wrapped loosely around the brooch he'd taken.

"You asked me to bring the money back. Next time, tell me you want the jewellery too."

[homewanker]

@backonmybullshit91 ( frenchie ) // from here.

The visible joy on this cockroach's face... God, it makes Homelander want to growl. But even the thought of that makes his head spin, and he gets up on shaky legs and leans against the side of the wall with a shudder.

There is some pride, at least, in being able to stand without the bastard's help. Ooh, William is going to be punished for this one.

"Comme je vais te le dire," he spits out, hating how gravelly his voice sounds, how fucked. Is this what it feels like when other people get hit by him? It feels like Soldier Boy's hurt him to hell and back, and Homelander can't remember if he's ever really felt this way (and if he has, the memories are buried so deep in his mind he doesn't want to revisit them).

"What are you supposed to be, anyway?"

The man looks familiar, but not enough to draw a name. He's just one of William's people, that's all-- ultimately unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

"My" -- Homelander scoffs, pretending the act doesn't make him want to hurl; he's never felt so awful for as long as this is lasting, it feels like -- "babysitter?"

[vulku]

" corporal, is it? " dark eyes flicker across the marine's features after sweeping across his person; there's a line determination there, of confidence that is commendable. even so, spock remains cool headed, despite being the one unarmed, and with the ithaca model 37 shotgun pointed at his person. his head tilts, though he otherwise makes no effort to move. as much as the vulcan is certain the marine has a set of rules, he too has protocol that must be followed. " that would be unwise. please holster your weapon, lest you set off a radioactive chain reaction. "

@backonmybullshit91 liked for a canon dialogue starter.

[paramounticebound]

|| @backonmybullshit91 liked for a teeny tiny starter!

Pads of his fingers dug into the ground, scraping against it, barely felt. Unlike the ringing in his ears, how it cut through him, how it thrummed in time with the pounding in his skull. Remnants of the explosion spoke through the cuts on his face, the sweat on his brow. A look, clouded, was shot to Kyle as he clamored to his feet.

"You still breathing?"

[tornsurvivors]

032. a quiet hospital room . [Kyle Reese to Sarah Connor. No clue if you're still doing these. If not feel free to ignore me.]

[ this prompt. ]

'Come on, Kyle. Wake up.'

Words that never left her mouth felt like lead sinking in her stomach, and especially her heart. Because she was afraid if she said them... he wouldn't wake up at all. Then they would be nothing but sitting ducks in this hospital room. God, she always hated hospitals. The smell of it. She didn't even feel safe here... but are they safe anywhere?

'No, we're not.' She thought bitterly, jaw clenching as she tentatively reached out for the man's hand and held it tight. Waiting for a response at all. Waiting for a squeeze of his hand to let her know he's not completely comatose. Fuck, Kyle was the ONLY place she felt safe at all. Not even her parents' place could offer that comfort anymore, she was aware of that. Tears began to well in her eyes as fear crawled out of it's hole and threatened to cripple her.

That pissed her off.

Her rage flickered silently within her tired eyes, before she shut them tightly and exhaled -- dropping her head down to rest on the bed next to Kyle's arm, hand still clutching onto his.

"Damn it, Kyle... wake the fuck up. We can't stay here!" She hissed out, lifting her head again to stare at the man... despite her next breath shaking a little. The silence was broken, yielding to her justified anger. Justified, because some fucking machine was out to get her. A man-made THING that was nothing but lights and clockwork, programs... lack of humanity... was out to get her, just because of her future son.

"That thing is going to find us and we're going to be dead! You are not leaving me here alone to deal with it, get the fuck up!"

[greggoplant]

@backonmybullshit91 asked:⛓️[Chris. Cause apparently that's the mood for the night. lol] send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

Greg jerked back suddenly as he felt someone touch his arm. He hadn't even heard the door open to wherever the hell he is, and the panic that'd built up in him made it impossible for him to realize that his visitor was finally someone he trusted.

"No more, please," he forces out, lips barely able to move from the swelling of his face and how parched he was.

[csyeehaw]

@backonmybullshit91 asked: [ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. [Billy. Cause he either wouldn't notice or wouldn't care.]

"Uh... Sir, I think you... I think you might have gotten hit a few more times than you thought," Nick tentatively states as he gestures to the patch of clothes on the stranger that's gradually growing more and more wet and crimson.

[awkwardcourage]

@backonmybullshit91 asked:🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention [From Frenchie to Hughie.]

“Jesus Christ, will you just stop fucking moving?!”

Hughie bodily forced Frenchie back into the chair, pushing him back against it. He was barely keeping his shit together and Frenchie constantly trying to move around with a gunshout wound in his gut was not helping matters. It would have been easier if it were the other way round. He imagined Frenchie had plenty of experience dealing with gun shot wounds and home made methods of dealing with them. Hughie, however, was completely out of his depth. He knew enough that moving around with a bullet in you would not make anything better,

"Frenchie, will you just- just fucking stay still, okay?!"

[humanfucker]

@backonmybullshit91 sent: Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before. -Kyle [Cause that freak out when he sees the big robot. ] ► from this meme.

"You didn't have a partner before," Optimus posits. "It made more sense then than it does now."

Truthfully, a part of him is worried. In the dead of night, when eventually even the fire goes out, Kyle is going to see the way his holoform's eyes glow-- something undeniably inhuman. And of all the places to play pretend, a resistance that exists to get rid of robotic enemies is one of the trickier assignments.

It was easy pretending to be human on the days they were sent on day trips. This is the first night mission they've taken together, and in these cases it becomes a little more difficult to hide his Cybertronian nature.

"I'll wake you at sunrise, Kyle. Let me do this for you."

[messeduphood]

"You're always like this." [From Constantine. John or Johanna. Whichever one you felt like bothering. :)]

"Yeah, I've learned to keep my distance from people. But when it comes to dealing with zombies, I suppose my lack of sentimental attachments might come in handy. It's a survival game out there, and if I've learned anything, it's that you can't afford to hesitate. But don't get me wrong, there are still lines I won't cross, even in a world overrun by the undead." Jason said as he decapitated with an axe a zombie.

[canoncompliance]

@backonmybullshit91 sent: [ stop ] sender holds their palm out facing receiver, stopping them in their tracks [Chris. :D] ► from this meme.

In the middle of trying to leave, a man's silhouette appears in the doorway, and before Miguel can think better of it, he growls in irritation.

"Out of my way," he says, like the visible cuts on his face aren't still healing. Like he isn't still leaning all his weight on one foot because his other leg is killing him. "I never asked for your people's help.

"It'll be better for everyone if I left, all right?"

After all, when Miguel had been punted into an open portal and fell from the sky (literally-- the damn thing had to materialise in the actual sky miles aboveground, sending him crashing into what seemed to be a general store below), danger most likely followed. He's not sure yet if anything from 2099 had followed him here, but he knows well enough that whatever threat's after his ass shouldn't be brought into a small town like this.

Especially considering its people were kind enough to try and patch him up. Miguel has no memory of it, considering he'd been unconscious for the better part of the last few hours, but the bandages wrapped on him and the familiar sting of medicine are proof enough.

Nice people always get hurt. Miguel knows this inherently.

[homewanker]

@backonmybullshit91 sent: ❛ do you understand what that means? ❜ [Hicks. Thought I'd bug you with more Hicks and Billy. Since we don't have enough of that. Feel free to ignore either. <3] ► from this meme.

John hadn't expected to be addressed in the debriefing, and the surprised look in his eyes probably gives him away. He glances at the screen-- at all the details of what happened in their last assignment together and the goals for the next one-- and then turns to look at Hicks instead.

He hadn't killed anyone this time. He hadn't even injured anyone. He'd listened dutifully to what the squad had told him, keeping the philosophy of "working with the team" in mind, and had done exactly as he was told because he wanted to do a good fucking job.

Still, John swallows. "...am I in trouble again?"

[lastsurvivor-a]

☕for our muses to make hot chocolate together [From Hicks]

things to do in autumn.

"You ever add peppermint flavoring to yours?" Ripley asks, stirring her hot chocolate, savoring the smell and warmth. "I love it. It adds something to it, you know? Oh, and using milk. It's so much better than just using water."

She sets her spoon down, holding the mug up to her face, closing her eyes and enjoying it before taking a sip. When she swallows, she nods with a smile. "Oh yeah, that's good."