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the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015) sentence starters

tw disordered eating, alcohol, gendered slurs, violence

❝ you look important… or at least your suit does. ❞ ❝ statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here. ❞ ❝ make yourself comfortable, why don’t you.  ❞ ❝ you’re wasting your time. i haven’t seen him for 18 years. ❞ ❝ if i had 15 minutes, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits; i’d talk, you’d laugh, and we’d be on our way. ❞ ❝ are they still following us? ❞ ❝ when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ excuse me dear, i just need to use your back door. ❞ ❝ hug me. ❞ ❝ what’s that? it smells like feet. ❞ ❝ how long was your prison sentence? ❞ ❝ don’t ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness. ❞ ❝ look at ‘em. merrily oblivious as we labor tirelessly to save them from extinction and not even a ‘thank-you.’ ❞ ❝ don’t kill your partner on your first day. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you understand humiliation better than most. ❞ ❝ my woman would never wear anything like that. ❞ ❝ smoothly done. ❞ ❝ you can’t put a paco rabanne belt on a patou. ❞ ❝ and remember… take it like a pussy. ❞ ❝ not very good at this whole ‘subtlety’ thing, are you? ❞ ❝ either you start to look like you know what you’re doing, or i’m out of here. ❞ ❝ would you like a bigger glass? ❞ ❝ no fun dancing by yourself; i need a partner. ❞ ❝ don’t you make me put you over my knee. ❞ ❝ so you don’t want to dance… but you do want to wrestle. ❞ ❝ i like my women strong. ❞ ❝ now we are engaged. again. ❞ ❝ i am neither a goat, nor your sister, so… get your hands off me. ❞ ❝ i’m okay, i think. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on a diet, my dear. just caviar and champagne for three weeks. ❞ ❝ you see, each one of us has a destiny… and i believe i can help you with yours. ❞ ❝ you can see the future? ❞ ❝ i can see us having lunch tomorrow. alone. ❞ ❝ darling, time to go. ❞ ❝ they had it coming. ❞ ❝ you need to control your temper. ❞ ❝ i think he’s an athletic, good-looking gazillionaire, who’s offered me a job and made advances towards me. ❞ ❝ i quite like him. ❞ ❝ i don’t know what you’re upset about, you’re not even my fiance! ❞ ❝ the thing is… i work better alone. ❞ ❝ i’m not leaving. ❞ ❝ and what, exactly, did you do to him? ❞ ❝ just shut up and watch me work. ❞ ❝ you’re trembling. ❞ ❝ it’s going to be okay. ❞ ❝ i’ll be close by. ❞ ❝ help yourself to a drink. ❞ ❝ so sorry to keep you waiting. ❞ ❝ i thought i was doing so well. ❞ ❝ the fault doesn’t lie in your performance. ❞ ❝ she seemed so innocent. ❞ ❝ i’m so sorry i can’t stay to finish you off myself. ❞ ❝ man has only two masters in this world, and their names are pain and fear. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d say this, but i’m actually quite pleased to see you. ❞ ❝ it’s okay. i would have done exactly the same thing in your position. ❞

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                   ❝   You say you want a REVOLUTION?    ❞

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                   ❝   You say you want a REVOLUTION?    ❞

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@corelliann FROM A THREAD THAT’S BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER

     It was IMPOSSIBLE for Poe to tear his gaze away from the other pilot’s face. The lift of his eyebrows, the tiniest of pouts taking up residence on his mouth, everything about him was completely captivating; especially the voice that bounced off of his bottom lip. He was completely and utterly at Ben’s disposal (  not that he minded  ).

     Poe could only smirk at his words. He would be more than happy to comply with this punishment. Each kiss pressed to his lips imposed on his memory of inhalation and in no time at all, the pilot was BREATHLESS. Despite his lack of discontent with his current situation, his nature refused him to surrender himself completely.

       ❝   And what if it DOESN’T work?   ❞

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     Her voice tugged the edges of his lips upwards into a smile. It was the sweetest sound that could ever fall onto his unworthy ears. The orange garment was nearly forgotten despite the residence it took up in his palm as he turned to face her. His words were soft, still playing host to sleep.

       ❝   I WISH I could...and I just might have to.    ❞

           ❛     POE DAMERON—— sweetheart…     ❜          Voice stern at first, but it sweetened up at the nickname, hazel hues planted solid upon her boyfriend, whom was trying to put on his suit. Aayla tugged gently at the sheet she was swept in, before she spoke once more - this time with a slight pout on her face.           ❛     Come back to bed —- just lay with me for another half hour   ??   Please——     ❜

✰ *:･ﾟ✧ ┊ @quoththepilot​ ♡’ed.

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QUOTH THE RAVEN:

guess who’s still alive!! so the last chunk of school really kicked my ass, BUT I’M BACK AND I’M SO GLAD TO BE BACK! I’m going to be dropping some threads that I might not have muse for, but don’t worry! starter calls will be up asap!!!

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QUOTH THE RAVEN:

so life has been kicking my butt a little bit lately (as I’m sure is evident by my lack of activity) BUT I’m really feeling like writing so hopefully I’ll be able to get a bunch of stuff into the queue tonight?? we’ll see!!

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I leave my phone on loud every night, hoping you’ll call.

Even though I know you never will. (via dopelez)

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     ❝ The worst ENEMY to CREATIVITY is SELF DOUBT ❞

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15 Amazing Photos from Astronaut Scott Kellys Year in Space

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     His grin remained FIRMLY planted on his face. He hoped his   p l a y f u l   nature hadn’t caused any offense, but as far as he could tell, he was in the clear.

      ❝   Poe. POE DAMERON. And you are?   ❞

           She gave a slight roll of her eyes. “And he has a sense            of humor, how charming.” Despite her sarcasm, her tone            was still friendly. “And does the humorous pilot have a            name?”

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@corelliann continued from HERE

     He knew exactly what he’d gotten himself into, prodding at a sleeping bear with a stick. Every phrase, every affectionate action was accompanied by the same sly SMIRK. He was well aware of what he’d done. Poe was certain there’d be repercussions, he just wasn’t yet sure of their nature. Whatever was coming his way, he’d face it with that smug SMILE on his face.

       Finally, it came. After what seemed like endless waiting, all it took was one look to tell him that he was in trouble. 

     His feet followed the taller man, as if someone had placed a   s p e l l   on him, removing whatever free will he possessed and bestowing it upon Ben. His heart only seemed to accelerate as he rounded a corner. The swiftness of the other’s motion caught him off guard. His surprise at sharp lips crashing against his own nearly rendered him unable to reciprocate what couldn’t exactly be called AFFECTION. But then laughter bubbled up-- and, oh, that sweet laughter-- eliciting a smile from Poe that was devoid of his previous mischief. His rough palms made a home of the other’s waistline, his initial roguishness seeping back through his contribution to the conversation.

       ❝   You gonna MAKE ME?   ❞

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My muse hasn’t slept in days. Send a ⊗ to force them to go to bed.

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walk in, fuck shit up, walk out