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‘that you have my whole heart                             yeah, we found love in a bar.’

ind. sel. rp blogs for alaric saltzman & damon salvatore as told by ann & katie

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Victimization does not cause offending. It can cause a lot of isolation. And there can be anger and rage. It can cause pain and suffering. But you can get through it. It can make you stronger. It does not have to destroy your life. It can make you fight back. And it can make you want to spend the rest of your life protecting others.

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places to find me; multimuse blog gladiolus amicitia blog sad dad squad simon tam blog river tam blog mattie cobb john casey [ + sarah walker ]

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Jack Donnelly in United We Fall xD Such a funny improv film

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[ whispers slowly ] fuck.

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“When you both act like children when getting a few stitches, yet don’t squirm at all when you’re getting shot at? Yes.” This time Mercy let the stern look on her face fall, let her lips pull up into a softer smile. It was easier to be like this with Gabriel, easy to tease and to talk about the current situation than the feelings that may or may not be perceived by others of their regiment. “You’re almost done, though, so hold on.”

“--- Getting shot is what we’re good at.” He managed a small grimace at that, though it wasn’t terrible. He closed his eyes, taking in all the touches he can feel, the softness of her hands and how they feel on his skin.  “I don’t mind. Take your tim--- ow. Okay, be careful.”

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“Thanks, Jack. So did you, as usual.”

“--- Just doin’ my job. Nothin’ good comes from it. A war’s a war.”

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“That is more than enough time, Widowmaker, calm down.” Sombra once more rolled her eyes as she spoke, though her lips never moved from the tiny smirk that they had slipped into earlier. She knew that she was teasing the other, knew that she should probably not, but sometimes it was hard to stop. It wasn’t that Sombra liked making her mad, per say, but…. well. It was fun to get under her skin. Even as she was thinking, though, she went about on her job.

“I am calm.” She spoke, her words dripping with a sudden harshness. “I simply do not like being in the open like this.” She was normally behind the scenes, looking through the lens of her sniper rifle. A place she felt--- comfortable. Safe.  “--- How much further?”  She can hear Reaper speak on the mic, but she’s not listening to him. He’s just bitching about time. And the fact that he’s not in on the action. Men.

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mix tape

mixtape | accepting!! ( let’s face it it was never gonna be just five )

listen here.

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“---- You did good work out there, Angela.”

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“Thank you.” Mercy let out a quiet huff as she started to stitch up the spot on the other’s neck, her eyes hyper focused on what she was doing. She knew she was young, and that people tended to judge her because of what she had gone through - losing your parents at a young age was never easy -  but it simply made her all the more determined to prove she could do her job just as well as the solider’s she was hired to patch up. The fact that there were—– a few solider’s that made it hard for her to do so was inconsequential. 

“---- H-hey, careful.” He mumbled, but he did trust her with his life. This woman had already gone above and beyond the call of duty for Overwatch. Jack knew this and so did Gabriel. However, it was times like this--- where her touches lingered for longer then they should. . . Maybe it was just wishful thinking. Maybe not. . ?  “--- Are you this rough with our fearless Commander?”

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send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse

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At the simply reply Sombra rolled her eyes and continued to head down the hall, humming quietly under her breath. The tune was one she had heard back home when she was still with Los Muertos and it had stuck in her head ever since. “Do I have a map? Of course I have a map, cabrón, I found it days before we actually came here.”  Sombra knew she was young, and she knew that people tended to see her as a slacker and someone that wasn’t serious, but she was.

“Then get to it.” She sounded like Reaper now, closing her eyes for a moment, listening---- it was quite sad that she was built for this. To be an assassin. Almost, at least. “We need to do this quick, the next shift should happen in about twenty minutes----” Enough time to get what they came for and disappear. Or at least in theory, that is. With Sombra? Who knew.

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a man shooting a nerf gun at his light switch from the bed, missing every shot, and going to sleep with the lights on

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you don’t n e e d me i’m an A N G R Y soul