#p:am

[undeuxtroiskillshot-a]

@arbmosx [x]

“¿Qué dijiste?” She retorted quickly, her eyebrow quirking when she heard the harsh words slip the spider’s delicate tongue. She was a woman of few words, often she’d just simply ignore the hacker if she was talking or just brush her off if she tried to help in any sort of way. It wasn’t often something got the upper hand of the assassin, so when shots were fired and Amélie went down, without even realizing it, Sombra had rushed to her side.

“I’m just trying to help you.” Sombra spat, her hands curling into tightly wound fists at her side. Why did she even bother caring? She was nothing but a nuisance to the French woman. She heard she sound of gunshots again and ducked, watching the bullets whiz past her before grabbing Widowmaker and mutter, “I’m getting us out of here..”  

“We have a job to do,” Widow spat right back. “And unlike yourself, I like to complete my missions.” 

The bullet had lodged itself in her upper right thigh, and she slammed down a biotic field to stop the worst of the bleeding so she could get the job done. 

“If you do not want to cover me, then so be it.” 

As the gunfire died down for a moment, Widow brought her visor down, and grappled to a higher level, shooting down their enemies as they reloaded. 

[orphees]

@amesyeuxrien [x]

She doesn’t remember much.

hands, voices, bodies, they all take part in moving her. they say half her treatment was completed, and as soon as she finishes her task, they’ll finish her in suit.

the Widowmaker does not feel welcome in this body. it’s foreign, unnatural.  Amélie Lacroix was awfully skinny, she had mangled feet from too many months away from her doctors and pt’s, and her hair was long and annoying. all the same, when she finishes what she was set out to do, and maybe talon will gift her with a body suitable for her.

Now, now, my little subject. you wouldn’t want to be greedy, now would you?

the voices of her doctors ring in her ears. two weeks, thats all she needed. she reminds herself this as the first kick to the stomach makes itself clear. then the flank. and soon her doctors are beating her, pulling her hair, making every inch of her foreign body crumble beneath their overwhelming power. she’s got cuts, bruises, blood trickling down a snapped nose.

the widowmaker smiles as the crimson color falls upon the brilliant white tile of the floor.

—

they’ve kept her in the trunk of a car, tied up and broken and leaving her for dead. almost.

she recognizes this as his car. Gérard’s. a perfect place to leave her, they thought, broken and bloodied with a note sewn into her skin reading “our regards, Monsieur Lacroix. “

a perfect ruse, to let the old man break by himself, letting his wife (who is now long gone) take the advantage. the widowmaker knows this, and she will perform her duties without fail.

the heat of the car is staggering, the mush of blood and bone that somehow could still be called ribs make it hard to breathe, and her missing fingernails sting amidst the velvet interior.

and yet? she can’t feel anything –

                                                                        – and she likes that.  

He enters his hideout, shrugging off his jacket and hiking pack. An empty, dingy little place. Hardly lived-in, since he’s always on the move. The one luxury he allows himself is a marigold plant to add some colour and life. He turns on the lamp to allow it more light, and waters it. 

The lack of productivity of his day threatens to build into an emotional outburst, so he keeps busy, moving from the flowerpot to the stove to turn on some water. While that heats, he showers quickly. The weak water-pressure and lukewarm temperature is a far-cry from his life before. His disdain for this way of living makes him feel like some kind of poverty tourist, but one becomes used to comfort. 

By the time he shuts the shower off, the kettle is screeching from the kitchen. Tying his towel around his waist, he moves to prepare his tea before going on to finish getting ready for bed. 

One cup of tea and hit off his pipe, and he’s already wallowing in his own frustration. Two weeks of empty-handedness is enough to make him scream-- especially when Talon agents are still out there and active. Charming he should only find out about their plans after they are successfully completed. He knows he has to move on soon. Probably out to the states to make more connections. The prospect of being far from Europe isn’t attractive to him. Little to be done, however. Better start developing an itinerary... 

Removing his tablet from his pack, he discovers dozens of unread messages. 

𝙼. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝,   

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔. 𝚆𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜.  

𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝,   

𝙼𝚖𝚎. 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚢

He slides through horribly gruesome photos, and drops the tablet. 

Merde. 

Adrenaline kicks in before he can dwell on how well he recognizes the woman. Before he can become sick. 

In minutes he’s packed, dressed,  and jogging out of the hideout, leaving unnecessary effects such as kettles and flowers behind. The nearest vehicle is only a mile away. Jogging turns into a sprint. 

[alongcameacyborg]

@atemamun [x] 

Genos sized the man up and decided that his hair was far too stupid.  “A lot of work went into my design and assembly. A minimal amount of work will go into disemboweling you,” he said, smiling, and showing off his ten blades in all of their chrome-glory. 

[tedhaternumber1]

P:WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU??DAMN BITCH YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ATE A MELON

Tk:PACER STOP

P:AM I WRONG??YOU SHOULD GET THAT CHECKED OUT BY A DOCTOR

Ser:oh my god I forgot he didn't go to school

[alterdivination]

P:am i anyone from kp? if so am i k, m, or both?

no

- Mod Kar

[profandrewbarrett]

PM: I'm so sad you won't be here to finish the semester, Professor. Your class has been so much fun.

[PM] Thank you, my dear. Having you in my class has been a pleasure. Remember your favourite English professor and the first Headmaster of St. Brendan’s Academy when you’re rich and successful, hm? We’ll be cheering you on, always. And.. look after Carter, if that’s possible.

@annainbeta

[soundsbetweenus-blog]

!, sorry. Angelick

SEND A "!" FOR OUR MUSES MARRIED LIFE

Who was the one to propose: Patrick

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Angela

Who decorated the house: Angela

Who is more organized: Angela, Patrick is a mess and Charlie took it after him.

Who initiates bedroom fun: Patrick

Who suggested kids first: Patrick, he wanted a proper family badly

Who’s more dominant: it depends on the mood

Who’s the cuddler: Patrick

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: cuddling and playing with their precious daughter

Who kills the spiders: Patrick

Who falls asleep first: Angela

Who is louder? Patrick

Who is more experimental? Angela

Do they fuck or make love? both, again depends on their mood

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Patrick

Who comes first? Patrick tries to make Angela come first but it doesn’t always work

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Patrick

Who usually initiates things? both

Who is more sensitive? Angela

Who has the most patience? Angela, have you met her husband?!

Dear Nonnie, sorry it took me so long. I just needed to think about it.Hopefully you like this meme :)

[flynnmarsh]

a mistake || jersey & flynn

Flynn: Flynn found himself wondering the halls- bored with nothing to do. He was tossing a baseball in his hands, throwing it at the wall and catching it, repeating the action. Jersey: Jersey hadn't had much to do since she arrived at the compound, knowing she would be stuck in the building forever. She aimlessly walked around the building in search for someone to talk to. As she walked buy, she saw a familiar blonde, Flynn. She ran over towards him, smiling widely. "Flynn!" Flynn: Flynn jumped a little when he heard his name being called, and, not paying attention momentarily was distracted and his baseball hit him in the face. "Jesus!" he yelled, cupping his eye. With one hand covering his eye he looked behind him, seeing Jersey. "Hey!" he said. Jersey: The red-head watched as the baseball hit Flynn righti n the eye. She winced as she could imagine how it felt. "Oh my god, are you okay? I'm so sorry!" She apologized as she hurried over towards him. "I was going to ask you what you were up to but you're obviously getting beat up by baseballs.." She chuckled softly. Flynn: He chuckled, wincing as he accidentally pressed against his wounds. "No- no, it's fine. This kind of stuff happens to me daily, I'm okay," he said. He looked up at her, asking quietly, "Did you have something planned?" Jersey: She sighed softly as she listened to him speak about this happening daily to him, feeling a bit bad for the poor guy. "Hey, maybe you can get an eyepatch or something. Become a pirate ya'know." She laughed and smiled at him. "Not really. I just kinda want to go outside and I was wondering if maybe you'd want to come along. I mean, I get it if you don't want to but no one else is really up for it nor do I know anyone else." Flynn: Flynn sighed as he looked over at Jersey, still caressing his eye. There would probably be a big, black bruise soon and he had no idea how he was going to explain it to Axel. "I don- I don't know. It might be too soon." Jersey: "It's totally fine if you don't want to go. I get it. It's just Ryder wouldn't let me go and even if he did, he wouldn't want me to go alone. And it's just so boring in here. I want to see if I can find stuff for little Lux and yeah.." She hoped he would fall into her pleading. She really wanted to go outside and she hadn't trusted most people here yet. Flynn: Flynn -knew- Axel was going to kill him. Maybe. Probably. But- Jersey looked so upset, and he really was a sucker for pleading. He nodded, smiling. "Sure, sure, but we have to be quiet." Jersey: A wide smile appeared on Jersey's face as a small squeal escaped from her lips. She was glad to be leaving, knowing Ryder would most likely freak out on her when she got back. "We'll be fine. We won't be out for long. But I think you should go like check your eye or something quick." Flynn: Flynn chuckled, walking down the hallway and ducking into a nearby bathroom. He looked at his eye, black and purple covering half of the sensitive skin. "Damnit," he said, shaking his head. "Stupid baseball." He tossed it against the tub's wall, the sound of it echoing softly inside of the room, and headed towards Jersey again. "Ready?" he asked quietly. Jersey: She watched as he walked away, getting more jittery at the thought of going outside. He needed to hurry, she wanted to be outside again. She wasn ever one to be able to just be locked in. She shook her head, heading for the exit without him, knowing it was a bad idea but at the moment she didn't care. IT wasn't exactly the freedom she wanted as she knew she had to be careful but it was a start. Flynn: Flynn hadn't expected Jersey to not be in the hallway, after he asked the question, looking up. "Shit," he muttered to himself. He figured she'd left without him, which was a really bad idea. He grabbed a knife, softly padding towards the exit. Jersey: The thought of Jersey being weaponless and no skills of fighting whatsoever crept into her mind. She would turn back but she knew she wanted to be outside. She roamed around for a few minutes, going into random buildings and finding a few things for Lux to play with. As she walked out of a building, she spotted a walker instantly. A small gasp escaped from her lips, dropping everything in her hands. The walker looked straight at her, practically paralyzing Jersey. Flynn: Flynn ran across the desolate land, desperately looking for Jersey. For some strange reason he couldn't find a single trace of her, and he was getting more worried by the second. He continuously and quickly looked through buildings, hoping to find the girl. Jersey: She couldn't just stand there, she knew that. So she ran - ran as far as she could. But the tricky thing is there was more and they kept seeing her and following her whever she went. And she was slowly losing her breathe and her speed. Jersey's only option was to hide, somewhere, anywhere. She ran into a building, knowing they most likely saw her. When she ran in, she saw there was no spots to hide and even worse, more walkers. She ran to the door, only to be cut off by the walkers pouring into the building. The petite red-head looked around the room rapidly, searching for an escape. Flynn: Flynn entered a last building- still no sign of her. If he didn't find her here he'd have to return to the refuge and form a search party. Damnit, he should never have agreed to go out with Jersey, or let her on her own. He was stupid, stupid, stupid, and amazed at how he was still alive. She wasn't in the building. Stupid. He began walking back, but spotted another small building a few hundred feet away he hadn't checked. He sprinted towards it, hoping Jersey was in there. Jersey: Jersey quickly spotted a window, knowing it was her only escape. She ran towards it, climbed up onto the ledge, and and jumped out. Landing on her ankle wrong, she winced in pain. She hobbled out to the building next to it, praying there were no more walkers in it. Luckily, there weren't and there were plenty of places to hide. She hid behind a counter, curling into a ball. A few tears had already poured out by now. She was stupid, really stupid. She shouldn't have left without Flynn. But all she could think about was the walkers coming at her, her thoughts full of worry as she thought it would be her last moment alive. Flynn: Flynn spotted a shadow walking towards the building he was just about to go into. Wary, he pulled out his knife, crouching low in the shadows and he silently crossed the rest of the ground and into the building. He checked behind him, making sure he wasn't being followed before walking slowly inside. He heard whimpering and quickened his pace. Curled in a ball was Jersey, and Flynn gasped. She was shaking. He crouched down next to her. "Jersey, it's Flynn," he whispered. Jersey: As Jersey heard footsteps coming towards her, she covered her mouth and sobbed quietly. "P-Please don't kill me. No, no, no no." She closed her eyes and screamed, fearful for her life. God, she wished she hadn't wanted to leave the building. She felt whoever or whatever it was crouch down beside her, praying that if it was a walker, it would kill her quickly. But she heard Flynn's familiar voice instead of what she thought she would. "F-Flynn?" Jersey opened her eyes slowly and looked over towards him. Flynn: Flynn pulled Jersey into his arms, whispering soothing words to her. "Shhh. They can't get you now. You're safe. You'll be okay," he said quietly, hoping to calm her down. He could hear her sobbing, and he felt a pang of guilt. This was all his fault. Jersey: Jersey felt his arms pull her close as he tried to calm her down. But she knew it would never work. What she saw was worse than she had before. She always had seen the walkers but they never actually went for her, even when she was traveling. "There were so many, Flynn.. What if they c-come back? We need to go, it's not safe for y-you." She stuttered inbetween her sobs. At this point, she cared about him more. Flynn: "Shh. Shhh. We'll get back, but you need to calm down first. You'll attract their attention if you're crying," he whispered. He hugged her close to himself, hoping that she would soon stop crying so they could get back as soon as possible. Jersey: She nodded as she tried to control herself. But all she could see were the walkers coming for her again. She sniffled as she began to calm down a bit, knowing it wouldn't last long. "W-we should go now.." She wiped her eyes, tryign to hurry them up. Jersey didn't want to be by anyone, she wanted to be alone. Flynn: Flynn nodded, grabbing her hand and picking her up. He could still feel her trembling, and he knew he wasn't going to leave her alone tonight.

[kurt-and-thebigcity]

Anger Management || Klaine

Tagging: Blaine Anderson & Kurt Hummel

Location: Blaine's apartment

Time: Friday, October 25th

Notes: Kurt is angry at Blaine. Again.

It was the second time in the span of a week that Kurt found himself storming out of his apartment and going to Blaine's. Only this time, it wasn't to apologize. No, this time, Kurt fully intended to tear Blaine a new one. Because if Kurt had stepped out of line last week, then Blaine had just completely sprinted past it now. He knocked loudly on Blaine's door and started talking very loudly the second it was opened. "How dare you even suggest that I'm using Adam as a rebound? He's been my friend for years, Blaine, and I would never do that to him. And even if I was- which I'm not- it would be, exactly as you told me last week, none of your business. You didn't like the fact that I was upset about your relationship and that you were dating a girl, so how come it's okay for you to assume anything about my relationship? It's not any of your business, and not everything in my life revolves around you, Blaine,"