once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bitch bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out.
"Why, what’s the matter wi’ the poor child?" She demanded of Jamie. "Has she had an accident o’ some sort?"
"No, it’s only she’s married me," he said, "Though if ye care to call it an accident, ye may."
He says that life is round. That we’re stuck on this wheel, of living, and dying, an endless circle. Until, someone breaks it. You walked in here. You ruptured the pattern. B a n g.
"D’ye ken my own motto, lass?" he asked. "My clan’s, I mean?"
"No," I answered, startled. "What is it?"
He flipped the badge once in the air, caught it, and dropped it neatly into his sporran. He looked rather bleakly toward the open archway, where the Mackenzie clansmen were massing in untidy lines.
"Je suis prest," he replied, in surprisingly good french. He glanced back, to see Rupert and another large Mackenzie I didn’t know, face flushed with high spirits and spirits of another kind, advancing with solid purpose. Rupert held a huge length of Mackenzie tartan cloth…
… “Je suis prest.” I am ready. I hoped he was.
they call themselves the guardians of the galaxy [1/2]
Drax listens to some music.