#hallucylon

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hallucylon: gaius vc: i mean... what color ARE they tho 👀

hahah blood red after i MURDER you 🔫

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" you should kiss me. " QT i literally logged onto this blog at the speed of light to send u this

grey’s anatomy sentence meme

THE LOOK ON HER FACE SAYS IT ALL: a mixture between dark mirth and thinly-veiled disgust. it’s cards, always cards. she looks down at the full colors on the table between them and then back up at him. cubits and clothes are EVERYWHERE ———— it’s been a high-stakes game of strip triad for the last two hours, and they’re the sole survivors. kara doesn’t play unless it’s to win, and apparently the good doctor is the same way. funny, she would never have thought he had the BALLS for that.

or to proposition her for a KISS as alternative payment to the hundred cubits ( and soon-to-be stripdown ) that are penalty for losing this final round. her eyes glitter, and she smirks. one beat. two. in the silence, galactica groans. and starbuck ———— starbuck STARES.

she moves: slow but sure, leaning forward across the table, reaching out to pluck the dying cigar from his lips. the embers HISS in protest but she ignores them, sitting back in her chair and stealing one last puff. smoke curls in the air between them: hot, expectant. she ignores it, flicks ash on his winning hand, and then tosses the cigar over her shoulder. 

THEN SHE RISES LIKE THE TIDE, rips off her racerback and undershirt without preamble, and stands, hands on her hips, in nothing but her pants and her bra and her bruises. the dogtags ‘round her neck catch the light and glitter, two rust-gold chains, keeping the wolf at bay. muscles ripple; scars roil. she flexes, uncompromising, unrelenting: OBEYS NOTHING, OBEYS NO ONE. makes sure he sees it, makes sure he knows ———— then winks.

“IN YOUR DREAMS, doc.”

with that she turns, she LAUGHS, and she leaves. 

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hallucylon  �� �� ��

gaius vc: u tell a woman u love her and this is the thanks u get

new phone downloaded consciousness who dis

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leans against the wall. ❝ capta—❞ trips.

Here, here, listen closely: was that choked laughter that filled the air? Lee paid them no mind, those light and mocking tones, a courtesy, perhaps, to the man sprawled on the floor. He craned his head low to watch him, brows furrowed in mild wonder. Now, they’d a suggestion for failed ‘maneuvers’, doctor: abort – while you still can.

“…Looks like you could use a hand,” Apollo remarked, offering his as the hallway cleared. Oh, the others would surely have a field day with this.

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