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yvonestrahovski:

Chuck: a summary

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nbcchuckfaces:

S4E16 - Chuck Versus the Masquerade

“It’s time to grow up…”

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i’m disappointed nobody made a sentence meme to chuck yet

is this going to be my job again

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ID: ???

            Rapunzel took a moment to consider his words, and then she nodded.           “Yeah, you’re right, everyone does need a hobby;                                     you’ve picked a real winner.” 

         Okay, maybe she matched his sarcastic tone with her own, but sometimes           she couldn’t help it. Still, though, she was curious; why in the world was he           sitting between dumpsters? Was he okay? Was he hiding from someone bad?    She didn’t know, of course, but she was growing more curious… until he answered her question, and she nodded her head in understanding. 

                  “You really need to be careful what you say to some people. You wouldn’t want to provoke them.” She didn’t exactly have a history with causing problems with strangers, but it seemed like good enough advice, especially to someone literally hiding in the garbage.

           “Maybe if you walked with someone they won’t bother you. Power in numbers, you know, that sorta thing?” she suggested. She had to walk back to her hotel later, and he seemed nice enough, anyway. “No, no! It’s okay, you just startled me at most. It’s not everyday you meet someone at the dumpster.” She couldn’t help but chuckle, and she gave him a grin. “What’d you do to bother them, anyway?”

      "I know. Sort of sums my life up. All the winning choices,         concentrated in a single human being. With flowers on         top. Although I'd probably look ridiculous with flowers."

                  He frowns, stopping where he's going (least talking-wise,                   not like he's actually going anywhere except two steps                   away from whatever died in those dumpsters, why did he                   thought that would be a good place to hide at, unless he                   had like, blood hounds on his tracks, which was unlikely,                   that was a really, really dumb idea). 

      "Oh, I don't really think watching what I say helps with        some of them. I upset people all the time. It's like I have        a huge lettered 'nerd' on my forehead. Which I probably        do. Metaphorical, I mean, obviously not literal. I would        remember it if it was literally. I think. Either way, it just         happens; a lot more than I would like it to happen, but        I don't think there's much I can really do about it. And         while I appreciate your offer, I'm not entirely sure it will        help. Probably not hurt, either, but I wouldn't want to —         endanger you. That sounds a bit like you were a tiger,        but — I should just stop talking, shouldn't I? Yeah. I'll.        I'll shut up for a second at least."

                  That's exactly why you don't have many friends, Chuck.

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Zachary Levi, the cutest man on earth

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obsethessed |  ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ғɪʟᴇ

                  If everything else fails, retreat to the absolute number one                   plan always, which, obviously, contains a lot of running.                    Which also, obviously, never really works out — least not                   in the long run (pun not intended). Which also occasionally                   leads to trying to hide behind the first random door that he                   passes along, only to end up somewhere where he'd get a                   lot more attention than he actually would like to get. 

                  Wherever that is exactly right now. He just knows he blinks                   a few times into way too bright light.

                  Okay, so much for hiding.

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               " But at least you’re sensible enough to admit it.  I’ve seen                   some of the biggest brutes in London Below deny that sort                   of thing up and down after facing some of the creatures down                   there.  —- Of course the fact they’re as pale as a sheet and                   their knees are knocking together sort of gives it away. “

      "Oh, really? Because usually when I admit to things like that —         not that it would happen often, that would be ridiculous and sad,        but in the very rare cases it does happen I usually get to hear to        'stop sounding like a little girl'. Which is a quote, more or less. I         didn't — I'm not saying little girls can't be heroic once in a while,        in the right situation. Kicking someone in the shin or hair pulling        can be super effective at times. — Wait, London Below? Like         the subways? I gotta admit I never was in London before, so,         that's probably a dumb question. Ah. Sorry."

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“Just once for the record, Sarah, do you love me?”

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ID: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME

“Quick, lay the sarcasm on thicker, I might miss it the next  time you open your mouth. Either you need to figure out  how to speak to strangers, or you’re just a little… well, I’ll  leave that word up to your imagination. You seem to have  quite the mouth on you, so I’m sure our imagination is  right up to snuff with it.”

      "Yeah, I'm.... entirely sure of that."

                  Except it wasn't sarcasm, he always tends to run his mouth                   ten miles per minute (perhaps twenty?) whenever he gets                   nervous, and let's be real, he gets nervous way too fast.                   Especially when he's holding on — not literally, but in his                   pockets, but that counts, right? — super secret information                   that he shouldn't even have. He'd really stop trying to be a                    spy. Just doesn't do well with his five-year-plan.

      "I would never, never intent to insult you, directly or         indirectly, I'm just not good with this sorta thing. I        mean, what thing, this is normal, this is entirely,         completely, fully normal, right."

                  Or maybe he's just slightly panicking because he can't tell                   just where she belongs, even though the super computer                   in his head does have a few very unsettling images. Oh,                    heavens, he'll not sleep well today. 

bartcwskii // {x}

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“I feel maybe this whole time we’ve just been misunderstanding each other.”

Tangled

      “Oh, really? Because I thought the whole ‘if you are going to breathe       in a way I don’t like’ act you put on there was pretty much... clear. I        didn’t think I could get much wrong there, but hey, you are the expert,       I’m certainly not going to tell you what or what not have been maybe       just a misunderstanding so I’m just. That’s been a fault entirely on my       end.”

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Tangled sentence pack

Ⓦ

“Don’t worry. This is actually a very fun story!”

“The outside world is a dangerous place. Filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you’re safe.”

“How about 23 out of 45?” 

“Wow, I could get used to a view like this.” 

“Guys, I want a castle.” 

“All the things we’ve seen and it’s only 8 in the morning!”

“I’m just teasing. Stop taking everything so seriously!” 

“Would you sing for me, darling?”

“Look at you, as fragile as a flower.” 

“I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together you don’t trust me!” 

“Alone at last.”

“You know I hate leaving you after a fight, especially after I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.” 

“Struggling is pointless.”

“I know why you’re here, and I’m not afraid of you.” 

“Hey. How are ya’? Name’s _______. How’s your day goin’?” 

“I’m prepared to offer you a deal.” 

“You broke my smolder.” 

“Stay calm. It can probably smell fear.” 

“Find your humanity!” 

“Woah! Somebody get me a glass, cause I just found me a tall drink of water!”

“You should know that this is the strangest thing that I have ever done!” 

“You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It would ruin my whole reputation.”

“Well I hope you’re here to apologize.” 

“You okay?” 

“I’m terrified.” 

“I’m sorry. Everything is fine. There’s just something I have to take care of.” 

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” 

“I’m the lost princess.” 

“You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.” 

“What’s the password?” 

“I feel maybe this whole time we’ve just been misunderstanding each other.” 

“Okay. Let’s see how fast you can run!” 

“We are going where no one will ever find you again!” 

“No! I won’t stop! For every minute for the rest of my life I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you!” 

“I can’t let you die.” 

“No! No! What have you done?!” 

“You were my new dream.” 

“Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes?” 

“Well, you can imagine what happened next.”

(via the-write-ideas)

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Chuck: I was an assignment, and then you fell in love with me. And I know that sounds crazy, and if I didn’t know any better I’d say it’s crazy too, but the fact remains you fell for me, Sarah.

Sarah: This is real? You really love me? Chuck: With all of my heart.

Happy Valentine’s Day :)

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CASEY’S FACE THO

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"black swan" starter prompts

“Sweet girl.”

“Did you suck his cock?”

“The only person standing in your way is you.”

“I just want to be perfect.”

“I felt it.”

“What did you do?”

“You put something in my drink.”

“You just took off in the morning.”

“You fantasized about me!”

“Did you have some sort of wet dream about me?”

“You slept over.”

“You could be brilliant… but you’re a coward.”

“Stop being so fucking weak!”

“Perfection is not about control.”

“I never see you lose yourself. Ever!”

“I’m so sorry to hear you’re leaving.”

“What did you do to change his mind?”

“You fucking whore!”

“What happened to my sweet girl?”

“He picked me!”

“We all know the story.”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“My show is tonight.”

“You’re staying in here until you feel better.”

“Your role is destroying you.”

“We dance in the same company.”

“That was me seducing you.”

“It needs to be the other way around.”

“I don’t want there to be any boundaries between us.”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend?”

“Honestly, would you fuck that girl?”

“You’re in a good mood.”

“It’s my turn!”

“No, please! You’re not well!”

“Let go of me!”

“You can’t handle this!”

“You were amazing.”

“Holy shit, you blew me away!”

“I know that things got all messed up between us.”

“She walked into the street and got hit by a car. And you know what? I’m almost sure she did it on purpose.”

“I got a little homework assignment for you.”

“Go home and touch yourself.”

“Live a little.”

“This is your moment.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever officially met.”

“I would be losing my mind.”

“Are you freaking out?”

“You must be so excited.”

“Get out my room!”

“Must’ve been pretty humiliating.”

“Rough start, huh?”

“I’m not sure you’re up to it.”

“My little princess.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“What else have you been doing?”

“Oh, you wanna know their names?”

“I fucked them both.”

“You’ve been drinking.”

“Has he tried anything with you?”

“He has a reputation.”

“I just don’t want you to make the same mistake I did.”

“I hope he’s not taking advantage.”

“I have a right to be concerned.”

“It’s just in case.”

“No, please believe me!”

“She’s trying to replace me!”

“Nobody’s after you.”

“I’m not perfect. I’m nothing.”

“You make the most of it!”

“Have you announced it?”

“I really don’t want to talk about that.”

“I can’t believe he calls her that. It’s so gross.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

“Go ahead, jump!”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Sex. Do you enjoy it?”

“Everything will be better in the morning. It always is.”

“We sucked.”

“Wish I could’ve been there.”

“Sounds like quite an evening.”

“Give me a second.”

“I came to apologize.”

“I have my ways.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“What about drinks?”

“Sweetie, you need to rest.”

“How about I take you out to dinner?”

“Look, I just feel really shitty about what I did and I just really want to make it up to you.”

“It’s called privacy.”

“I’m not twelve anymore!”

“What are you going to do? Run home to mommy?”

“It’s a fucking disaster.”

“What’s she doing here?”

“Perfect. I was perfect.”

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                 The canvas wasn’t that old, but she’d worn it out to make it look so by trying to cover up a mistake she’d made while painting. It happened more often than she admitted, and unfortunately, the mistake became the downfall of the canvas. 

                                               Poor, poor thing….

Really, it was only about two weeks old, and of course, she wouldn’t start over with a blank one. She figured it’d be nice to pass the time, to paint, while staying in town for the next few weeks. Unfamiliar with the area, she figured she’d just toss it in the dumpster she’d passed the other day. No one would be able to trace it back to her, because honestly, it was a mess. 

                            With a sigh, she tossed it into the dumpster and jumped a little at the sound of the man’s voice; her eyes widened and her brow furrowed a little but when she realized it was just a man hiding behind the dumpster, she sighed. “I’m not going to kill you, um… are you… hiding?”

      "No, I just — like sitting on the ground. Between garbage.        Obviously. Because everyone needs a hobby, right?" 

                  Well, he certainly didn't mean to be half as sarcastic here,                   and he is a bit surprised by himself. Maybe it's the stress.                   Likely it's the stress. It's the only explanation that makes                    any sense right now, because really, why would he even                    say something like that?

                  It's sort of relaxing that his very own spider-sense doesn't                   go ting at her, however. Not necessary meaning he was                   safe, oh no, but it was still a bit relaxing. Somehow. 

      "Sorry. I'm not sure what made me say that. Yeah. Hiding.        Sort of. I. Had problems with guys that one better doesn't        have any problems with. Sorry to scare you. Didn't. I totally        didn't mean to." 

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aurxate |  ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ғɪʟᴇ

                  Encountering strange guy that apparently works part-time as                   a terrorist to get some extra money? Check. Trying to inform                   someone who knows what to do and miserably failing to do                   so? Check. Running again into strange terrorist guy and then                   having to run before he notices you're there? Check. Having                   absolutely no idea where you ended up? 

                  Totally check.

                  So here he is, practically coughing his lungs out (he needs                    to do more non-wii sports, really), while also trying to figure                   out where he took a wrong turn and ended up somewhere                   he doesn't know. And how he gets back. Possibly not the                    same way, because that'd lead back to hobby bomb builder.

                  Where's the whole gps tracking when you need it?

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ofantts |  ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ғɪʟᴇ

                  You know how sometimes, you get some information, but                   you don't really understand it? It reminds him a bit of high                   school, actually. Those literature classes he had to take                   one year and where it had been entirely obvious to everyone                   what the author meant with putting blue curtains in his story                   other than green ones. (He still doesn't know.)

                  He has the very same idea with the data the Intersect gives                   him on that guy. Which, usually, doesn't happen. It's one of                   those plus sides about the Intersect, giving entirely clear and                   reliable information. But that? He can't tell much apart from                   the fact he's in there. Can't even say if that guy's one of the                    good or the bad ones. Which, really, he'd love to know. 

                  Possible encounters with weapons aimed on him are so not                   what he asks of this week. Or this day, at least.

      "Please don't mind me, I'm just, uh, some guy who gets        stressed out by — by this newspaper stand. Who even        sorts The Times to some boulevard thing? That's. That's        entirely unacceptable."