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anthclogy:

No, no. That wasn’t right. She stared at him, barely held together in his vessel. It made no sense. Words failed her. She spoke every language on this dirtball and she couldn’t find the right words. Thankfully, the memories of another supplied the right one.

“What?”

She had been ready to dismiss him, even come with some story to tell her father in the case that he didn’t leave peacefully. She hadn’t been ready for that. 

“Protect me?” The initial shock was wearing off and now she was offended. Castiel had sent some angel to protect her? This had to be a joke— a punishment even.

“ No, you go tell my— Tell Castiel that I don’t need some tree topper to protect me.”

The attitude wasn’t doing much for his temper. It’d not been his place to protest, and the tension that restraint had cost him was fragile. Slightly alarmed, quietly disturbed, and mostly just annoyed, Jeremiah felt a corporeal tension by the clenching of his vessel’s jaw.

It was beyond his comprehension as to why the angelic forces need invest any effort into the protection of this thing. Casualties were a cost of war, cleaner beings than this creature were dropping like flies. Its survival mattered little to him.

There had to be something in the grand scheme that he was missing, and he would figure it out. As for now.

He stepped towards it menacingly.

“Ungrateful beast. It’s not for you to argue the declarations of Heaven. If you ever presume to order me again--”

The words caught. There was nothing to be done. Jeremiah squinted. How inconvenient.

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he blep

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how do u even draw an orange

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It’d been some time since his last traipse across the grounds of Earth, he rather hated the containment that it entailed, human bodies were meek, and inadequate-- At the very least, this one he’d inhabited was a tall one, enabling him to loom over the miserable creature.

Jeremiah physically recoiled as he tasted her essence.

“Half-breed,” he exclaimed mostly to himself. “It’s even worse than I thought.”

And he absolutely despised Castiel for this -- no explanation, but the orders were clear.

“My name is Jeremiah,” he announced, lip curling in distaste. “I’ve been sent to protect you.”

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There was this thing about angels: they were horrible at subtly. And why wouldn’t they be? Their essence barely fit into their meatsuits along with their sense of entitlement over this damned world. She knew better than to expect more from them. All she had to do was exist in the same universe as them, and they would come flocking to grace her with some sanctimonious speech about—  she never listened.

There was only one angel she remotely listened to and unfortunately he had this ridiculous request, a plea really, that she refrain from killing anymore angels.

Still, she couldn’t be held culpable if it was self defense. Grace turned, slow and deliberate, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Alright. What cloud did you fall of?”

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嵐月@ccreayus

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“Just remember the best shield is not getting shot at all.”

KOTOR SENTENCE STARTERS.

He’d yet to inform her that just over half of his body was actually metallic, and that the half of him was invulnerable to the slings of swords and knives.

Jeremiah smirked knowingly.

“You may have a point there.” He dodged in front of her, the mortal, human side of him turned to safety, just as an arrow shot into his shoulder.

“I wager they can’t shoot you this way,” he said unflinchingly. The arrow bounced back from his body with a soft clank. 

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@true-augurey cont. (x)

“Oh, come on now you old codger,” Jeremiah grimaced, not comprehending the subtle meaning of this statement, perhaps too engaged in his own dilemma. 

“You’re a thousand years old, surely you’ve got some advice to pass down. I’m at wits end here!”

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KOTOR sentence starters.

a collection of quotes from various characters from the video game Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic and it’s sequel. some are paraphrased.

“Did anyone catch that? All I understood was ‘very.‘” “You know, you’re pretty heartless for such a pretty lady.” “Death is such a small impediment.” “It’s a such a quiet thing, to fall, but far more terrible is to admit it” “I’ll take the stupid one, who decided to threaten us rather than shoot us when he had the chance.” “Love is making a shot to the knees of a target 12 kilometers away using a sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.” “If you say something’s wrong I’m going to get violent.” “Your wife? You were married? “You know another way to get a wife?” “You know the problem with the youth nowadays? They are young!” “Oh, ouch. I think you hurt my man-feelings with that one.” “Okay, you’ve made your point. Now shut up and kiss me, you fool.” “I’m never too old for this.” “I’m beginning to wonder if you’re capable of trusting anybody.” “You are not afraid of love anymore?” “After this, nothing could make me feel safer than to be loved by you.” “Lady, you couldn’t even find your own ass, even with your friends’ help!” “I’m here if you want something done right.” “And so it ends. As I somehow almost knew it must; in darkness.” “To have fallen so far and learned nothing, that is your failure.” “It is a far greater victory to make another see through your eyes than to close theirs forever.” “It’s not the sort of thing you just stop being. You’re stuck with it.” “To believe an ideal, you must be willing to betray it.” “Apathy is death. Worse than death, because at least a rotting corpse feeds the beasts and insects.” “Look, everybody always figure the time they live in is the most epic, most important age to end all ages. But tyrants and heroes rise and fall, and historians sort out the pieces.” “There is no great revelation, no great secret. There is only you.” “Just remember the best shield is not getting shot at all.” “Oh goody, I was hoping to stay in this cell a little longer. “ “I don’t believe this place! Even the beggars try to shake you down.“ “Yeah, well they’re dead. That’s how that story ends.” “Walking into other people’s rooms uninvited is a good way to die. Why don’t you return to the point where you were outside the door and try again?“ “I want to be strong like you, I don’t want to be afraid any more” “Now I understand…it is because you were afraid.“

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It’s easy to do things that are shocking or unexpected, but they have to grow out of characters. They have to grow out of situations. Otherwise, it’s just being shocking for being shocking.

G.R.R. Martin, casually throwing shade at the boy scouts running GoT, in this interview  (via thefudge)

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post break-up au

nadiahilker :

i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please? 

we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop

listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do 

we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late 

you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too

we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests 

cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me

or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)

i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with

i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense

are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?

i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole

i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive

i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!

roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride 

instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)

i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it) 

you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital 

soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it 

you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place

we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt 

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minuteoftime:

His arms–they burnt under the effort of movement. His eye couldn’t stand the strain. But he was slowly–coming back together. The crisis, the near death, over. Oh, he was poisoned. 

His father had poisoned him. 

Somehow. He wanted to laugh and he would if he could stand that pain. He would continue to slowly fall apart but he would find the girl. He would find Luke Skywalker. He would be relentless and he would never stop. 

It was time to move, and he did. He struggled upwards. 

“It matters,” he said. “Intent matters. Purpose matters. There’s a purity in that. As does this–.”

He could be pushed away if the other really wanted it. His connection to the Force was something he couldn’t escape into, sweat pooling down his back. He put both his hands on Jeremiah’s face and leaned in, pressing his lips against the other’s. 

There was a spark of desire, of inflicting pain, but he was gentle. Perhaps it was crueler. Once he felt his body once more, Ren would come back. He was certain of it. He remembered this man seeing him young and raw and he had to take him tonight. 

“I want you to want me.” 

It was as if the older man was innocent after all. 

(Do you understand what desire is)

It mattered? If that was so, then what was wrong with him. His loyalty maintaining even now. This man tore him to pieces, but spared him in the process. Wouldn’t it have been nobler just to die? This man killed his own father. An enemy of their cause, but his father none the less.

In that case Jeremiah was poisoned in his own way. Not by acquaintance, but by an alternative source. He thought his neurons had been pieced together wrong. Not enhancements as the medical professionals had insisted, but experiments.

Is that what this was. Was he wanted now?

The pair of lips were on his. Jeremiah couldn’t immediately remember the last time he’d been kissed. He remembered fucking first, meaningless sex, but there hadn’t been any kissing. 

His eyes remained open, lips stable, but noncompliant. Then Ren pulled away, and a sharp breath escaped him.

Without warning, Jeremiah shot away, turning on his heels. He braced himself against the nearest surface, it was something glass, nice and cool against his one feeling hand. 

“I used to want many things,” he admitted to the wall. Then raised his hand to the mask over his left eye. He abandoned it at that same surface before pivoting back towards Ren. Electricity ricocheted within the green circuit.

Now, he was reminded of what that used to feel like. The nerve behind such an intrusion. 

Jeremiah very nearly sprang at him, disregarding his injuries, one of his hands sank into his hair, pulling back his head for a more convenient angle. He attacked him.

Another kiss.

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I’m pulling myself out of the jeremiah gottwald tag.

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vciices replied to your photo: iskariya: ESE COLOR DE VESTIDO ME INTRIGA. ...

WAHT

lolololol 

#mistastealyogirl

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@minuteoftime

ESE COLOR DE VESTIDO ME INTRIGA.

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Jeremiah, I thought that you held a personal grudge against Zero.

I did, because I thought he was a mere commoner preventing me from serving the royal family. But now I know who he is, and I know that by serving him I am serving my Lady Marianne.

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He may not have gotten a speaking role but he was still fabulous. Most fabulous Jabberwock ever.

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