Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 29

has the pope seen this movie yet?? i think he’d like it

Sarah immediately grins at the confirmation, warm and friendly. A lot of her old shirts weren't really her style anymore, leaning more towards copying Maria's style now they'd settled in Jackson. She didn't have to make do with a more childish style anymore, taking whatever they found that fit her - it seemed her old clothes were either teenaged or something an old man would wear. Gross.

" Hey, hey, it's okay. I don't mind at all, " Sarah is quick to reassure, hand settling on her hip as she looks Hannah up and down approvingly. " It suits you more anyways. You should keep it – in fact, I bet I have tons of old stuff I can give you back at my place. " They were a sharing community anyways, always trading or borrowing due to resources being limited. Not like they could go down to the mall anymore.

" Seriously, come back to ours and I'll give you a whole new wardrobe. Free of charge. "

@fracturals: ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ ( sarah miller, au where she lives )

"Maybe." She is. It's the right size too, such a nice change from all the crap she's found in the last few months. "Your dad's fault, Miller. He said I could." Not that Sarah seems mad about it, but she'd like to make clear she's not a thief. "Mine got all bloodied up... not my blood. Not people's blood. I slipped on a dead crawler, super gross... Is this okay? I'll wash it before I give it back."

missing him greatly

PSA:

You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling. 

Dark curls bounced as Layla strode into the coffee shop, an air of confidence that didn't match the way her stomach churned the whole journey there. She knew the risks of meeting with people outside of her contacts, people she didn't know let alone trusted. But a friend of sorts knew someone that was suited for her needs, and Layla couldn't exactly be picky right now.

Not when Marc had just up and left. Disappeared completely, turned off his phone and cut contact with both her and Duchamp. Layla could feel in her gut that something was wrong – and she wasn't going to stop searching for her husband. Not even after the divorce papers had arrived in her mail. At their home, of all places.

She easily spotted the man she was there to meet, but allowed her dark gaze to drift by him. Instead strode up to the counter, ordering some sweet syrupy latte from the friendly barista. When Layla finally sat down, it was with a steaming takeaway cup in her hands and a determined look on her face.

" I've been told you're good at finding people, " the words leave her mouth immediately, not caring for introductions or small talk. This was important. " And I've got someone who needs to be found. Interested? " She raises her eyebrows, taking a sip of her drink.

@fracturals

Frank sat alone at a small table in the corner of the bustling café, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounding him. He absently stirred his drink, his eyes scanning the entrance for any sign of the person he was supposed to meet. Micro had hinted that this individual either held critical information or had a job for him, one that could potentially change everything. As he waited, an uneasy feeling crept in.

Frank was well aware of the risks involved; if the meeting felt off, he would leave without hesitation. He casually adjusted the collar of his jacket, feeling the reassuring weight of a knife in his pocket and another concealed in his boot. Typically, he wouldn't venture out without his gun, but he opted for the knives this time. They were more discreet and would allow for a quicker getaway if things turned sour.

He took a careful sip of his coffee, the warmth spreading through him, and watched patrons chatted and laughed, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that sometimes filled the air. Frank’s instincts were sharp; he knew to trust them. He focused on the door, every passing moment stretching his anticipation, as he waited for whatever—or whoever—might come next.

Sunshine Wife and Grumpy Wife

Donna Noble and Jody Mills in Hibbing 911 (10x08): Best of SPN Ladies [434/?]

like for some memes bc i need a distraction

❛ i made you your favorite food. ❜

(it's burned somehow)

for Spencer

The plate of food before him was... questionable, to say the least. Mostly charred, unidentifiable pieces with, somehow, a cold center. It defied all logic of cooking - yet, so did everything about his new companion. Most 'dogs' didn't have the physical ability to even open an oven, let alone attempt to prepare and cook a whole meal. Of course, a lot of things about his 'emotional support animal' lacked sense ; the green mouth, the surprising dexterity, her speech... still, Spencer couldn't bring himself to dwell on the science of it.

The notion was sweet, a distinguished contrast to the usual chaos that she brought into his life. Even if it was a futile gesture ( he couldn't exactly consume the contents of the plate before him ) the meaning behind it wasn't lost to the profiler.

" Oh, thank you... " Spencer finally breaks his silence, using a fork to hesitantly push the contents of the plate around a bit, if only to keep appearances. " I'm actually not that hungry right now, but we can uh.. save this for later ? " He suggests gently, placing the fork aside and moving to place the plate elsewhere – at least until he could sneakily throw it away.

Infant and Innocent

Managed to squeeze this in before the homework apocalypse begins.