be my lover be my slave

  • Dorian: We both know you'd end up doing all the work
  • Inquisitor: You vastly underestimate my desire to lay my Elf ass out naked in the streets of Tevinter, eating grapes, and zapping slave owners secure in the knowledge that no one will fuck with me because I did SO MUCH SHIT and now I'm on VACATION watching my lover take over the rest of the world. WHY would I want to continue doing this world leading beaurocratic BULLSHIT when I could lay around all day and fuck you after you get home from a long day of social and political change and revolution. WHY would I want to do ANYTHING to help your country besides fucking with Magisters- which is, my dear, by NO MEANS me doing all the work. It probably won't even help you. It DEFINITELY won't help you. Let me be lazy and naked in Tevinter, Dorian.
  • Dorian: wow thats a good point I forgot how few fucks you actually give about this Inquisitor thing ok

i’m a sinner
and a goner
but that was to be expected

corrupt by lies
and hypocrisy
your agenda that didn’t fit mine

i’m a drinker
a smoker
and a slave to my own mind

i’m not the same
i’ve changed so much
but that was to be expected

i wasn’t gonna stay the same
eventually we all find our vices
and our weaknesses

distanced myself from everyone
except for a few
the likeminded friends and lovers i knew

and after a while
you just have to remember
that this was all expected

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jehnt a réagi à votre billet “for reference: other options for Bahorel in The Worst Les Mis…”

Now I think the actual worst les mis playlist would be les mis characters as songs from les mis they didn’t sing in

h-holy crap … you’re right

Valjean - I Dreamed a Dream (I had a dream my life would be / so different from this hell I’m living / so different now from what it seemed / now life has killed the dream I dreamed)

Javert - A Heart Full of Love (in my life / [he] has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun / and my life seems to stop as if something is over / and something has scarcely begun / in my life / there’s been no one like him anywhere)

Fantine - Valjean’s Soliloquy (if there’s another way to go / I missed it twenty long years ago / my life was a war that could never be won / I am reaching, but I fall / and the night is closing in)

Cosette - Red and Black (it is time for us all to decide who we are / do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now? / have you asked of yourselves what’s the price you might pay? / is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play? / the colours of the world are changing day by day)

Marius (about his father)  - On My Own (sometimes I walk alone at night / when everybody else is sleeping / I think of him and then I’m happy / with the company I’m keeping / the city goes to bed / and I can live inside my head)

Enjolras - Stars (those who follow the path of the righteous / shall have their reward /  stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted / filling the darkness with order and light / you are the sentinels, silent and sure / keeping watch in the night)

Grantaire - At the End of the Day (at the end of the day you’re another day older / and that’s all you can say for the life of the poor / it’s a struggle, it’s a war / and there’s nothing that anyone’s giving / one more day standing about, what is it for? / one day less to be living)

Les Thenardier - The Confrontation (you know nothing of [Thenardier] / I was born inside a jail / I was born with scum like you / I am from the gutter too)

Eponine - Castle on a Cloud (there is a castle on a cloud / I like to go there in my sleep, / aren’t any floors for me to sweep / not in my castle on a cloud)

Mlle. Gillenormand (about M. Gillenormand) - Master of the House (Master of the house? Isn’t worth my spit! / comforter, philosopher’ and lifelong shit! / cunning little brain, regular Voltaire / thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there / what a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse / God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!)

Gavroche - Epilogue (for the wretched of the earth / there is a flame that never dies / even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise)


Bahorel - Look Down (I know the meaning of those 19 years / a slave of the law)

anonymous asked:

HELP! So I've been an avid sterek shipper for the past 2 years and they are definitely my self-proclaimed OTP, but recently, I have begun to lose interest in it, and I'm sadly becoming numb to it... is there anything I can do to respark that love for them???

//Anon, I am sorry to hear that :( Sometimes, that happens. We move on, even from things we love. But if you want to respark your love, I will try to help. 

The main thing I do to keep my love alive is to separate the pairing from the fandom and the show. That helps me the most. I love Stiles and Derek. Sure, I love TW and the other characters, but the reason I’m obsessed with anything is Sterek. I love Derek’s stupid face and his grumpy eyebrows and his tough exterior and his soft yet resilient interior. I love Stiles’ stupid face and his beautiful eyes and his ramblings and his idgaf attitude unless he loves you, and you better watch out if he loves you bc he will burn down the WHOLE WORLD to protect you.

Maybe you need a good fic. When I get on a string of blah fics, I lose interest. But a good fic, that period where you are pulled in and you can’t stop reading about these two idiots falling in love for the 239802394th time…it’s magical. I can rec you fics if you want, fics that make me love the pairing. Or you can go trope hunting, which is what I do a lot. I want…historical! I want sports! I want coffeeshops! I want college! I want kids! I want deputies, prostitutes, slaves, amnesia, magic!stiles, human!derek, high school…there are so many possibilities. Find fics instead of relying on rec lists. Read outside of your comfort zone. I think sometimes ppl get stuck reading only what they like and don’t branch out and find new fics that can be exciting bc it’s different. I read two fics recently that are not usually my thing. One had a lot of pot smoking, the other was hate sex/enemies to lovers. Neither are my tropes and I usually avoid them. But they were recced to me highly, so I gave them a try. And I LOVED both of them. They were different than what I usually read, but it helped me get excited and think about the pairing in a different way. Read a long fic, esp if you avoid them. I avoid long fics a lot of times bc I’m a slow reader and have limited time. But some of the best fics I’ve read are over 100k. Read short fics. I don’t read much under 10k, but there are some great short fics that can give you a quick fix.

I guess where I find the most feels for Sterek is when I think about them together in ways I want to see. I write fic, so I do this a lot, but I have friends who don’t write fic who come up with ideas all the time. I just love thinking about Derek and Stiles’ lives, in so many different ways. 

Like, I like to think about them being domestic, coming home from long days at work and bickering over who didn’t do the dishes the night before and what to watch after dinner. Taking baths together and washing each other’s backs and pressing each other against slippery bathroom walls and dropping to their knees to blow each other right in the shower. Derek helping Stiles keep from getting too obsessed with anything and practice moderation, and Stiles helping Derek learn to open up and accept that he deserves good things, like a partner and a house and a Pack and a family. Waking up together and snuggling together, maybe lazy morning handjobs while they’re kissing and don’t even care about morning breath. Derek being there with Stiles in the hospital when his dad goes in for something, and Stiles going to Derek’s family’s plots to put flowers on their graves. Derek sitting in the car while Stiles goes to his mother’s grave and refusing to listen as Stiles talks to her. Stiles and Cora ganging up on Derek when they play board games, watch television, choose a restaurant, or do anything really, but Derek doesn’t mind bc he loves that Cora loves Stiles and just stares in awe as Stiles interacts with her like he’s known her his whole life. He thinks about how his mother and father would have loved Stiles, and how he wishes his family could have known him. He thinks about Stiles laughing with Laura and running through the woods with his human siblings, imagines his mom watching them with tears in her eyes bc she’s so happy for them. Stiles sometimes hovers in the doorway when Derek and his father are standing in the kitchen cooking together, or sitting on the back porch drinking beers, or sitting in the living room watching baseball games. Stiles knows that Derek can sense him, but Derek never lets on, just keeps talking to the sheriff. And Stiles can see the love and pride that the sheriff has in his eyes when he looks at Derek, and there was a time he thought he’d be jealous, but he’s not jealous, oh no. He’s so fucking happy because he loves Derek so much and Derek deserves someone to be a father figure, even though he knows it’ll never replace his own father. But he sees the way Derek almost craves the sheriff’s touch on his shoulder, his approval, the way Derek’s chest almost puffs up when the sheriff calls him “son” and the way Derek just lights up when the sheriff hugs him. He never thought his dad would accept Derek, but he’s adopted him like a second son. And they grow old together, get gray and get wrinkles, and they’re still sneaking off to blow each other in public bathrooms and pulling over on the side of the road for a quick handjob at 50 bc if anything, they’re more in love at 50 than at 25, and they’re both in such good places, with adopted kids and a strong Pack and it’s good, and Derek’s accepted it.

Or maybe Derek shows up in DC after Stiles moves there for school. He’s there bc he’s been making his way across the united states and now he’s stopping in DC, and he catches Stiles’ scent on the street and thinks, no, this can’t be Stiles. But he follows it one day, and sure enough, sitting at a table on the quad of a college campus, surrounded by stacks of books and clicking away on a laptop is Stiles. And Derek watches him like a creeper and feels something he can’t put into words- is maybe too scared to put into words - and then he leaves bc he doesn’t want to disrupt Stiles’ life. But Stiles, of course, befriends the wolves on campus and ends up at a full moon pack party and guess who is there? Derek fucking Hale, all long limbs and Henleys and scruff and Stiles is just fucking angry, but happy to actually see him, so he acts cool and sarcastic, and the other wolves are confused about what’s going on, which is to say NOTHING about the confusion Derek and Stiles feel, and they aggressively snipe at each other for weeks when they HAPPEN to cross paths (bc Derek just happens to go to the coffee shop and public library near campus, and Stiles just happens to pester his wolf friends to invite him to things) and after weeks of being sarcastic shits and angry at each other, Derek ends up pressed against the brick wall in a side street bc Stiles pushed him against it and just kisses him stupid and they’re pretty sure they would have rubbed off on each other right there against the brick wall if someone hadn’t said something as they walked by. But they end up kicking out Stiles’ roommate and fucking each other into the mattress and Stiles doesn’t even care when his roommate comes back and gets an eyefull of Derek’s glorious ass bc he just tapped that ass all night long.

But maybe you want to think about them in AUs, like Derek as a baseball player and Stiles the batting coach, and they spend hours together training and have sweaty sex in the locker room. Or maybe they’re both turn of the century lords in fancy houses who need to get married bc it’s their duties, but they’re in love with one another so they’re sneaking around at London balls just to have a moment to kiss each other or to hold hands. Or maybe Derek is a mermaid and Stiles is a marine biologist who saves him from a net he’s been caught in, and Derek is terrified of him, but Stiles is like “dude, I just want to observe you for science!” and they fall in love as Stiles learns about merpeople but he never betrays Derek’s confidence, even when Derek introduces him to all his merfamily and Stiles could change science forever.

You may be ready to move on. You may pick up a new fandom or love, but you can still love Sterek. My first otp was Harry/Ron from harry potter, and I still love them though I’m not as active in the fandom.I still read fic sometimes. I’ve currently been obsessed with Downton Abbey and took a sterek reading/writing break, but I plan on writing again soon. Sometimes we need a breather just to renew our love.

Most of all, just remember that you love that grumpy werewolf and that rambling human, and despite all their bickering, they love each other and care about each other and will protect each other.

Originally posted by samann98

Originally posted by elliotaldersin

Originally posted by slytherinvoid

sorry that this sucks ):


Originally posted by king-beyond-the-wall

you could feel him watching you, could practically feel his gaze piercing through your being.

it excited you.

every now and then you’d turn to him with a smile that could kill any man or woman, wink at him, then turn away, tempting him.

you even went as far as to flirt with his brothers.

at the moment, you were taking in the room, slowly running the tip of your finger around the rim of your mug. you wanted him to come to you, to beg you to come to his bed, to kiss you so hard your breath would be taken away.

but, he was too caught up in the girl he was talking too.

you had heard of her before, a simple slave girl who had only been here for about a month, of course she was very beautiful, bright green eyes, lovely set of plump lips, and sharp features that glowed in the candle light.

but she had nothing on you.

she was beautiful yes, but you, you were gorgeous, sexy, strong, and powerful.

when she laughed and leaned forwards, placing her soft, weak hands upon his chest, it made your blood boil.

you were ready to march over there and take your husband right in front of the slave girl.

but, your husband was a powerful man, you didn’t want to embarrass him.

but with every touch that came from that girl, the less you cared.

finally, she then brushed her hand down, almost stroking his prick.

that’s it.

you stood aggressively, almost knocking your chair down in the process, you took one last long sip of your mead, knowing you’d need it, then walked over to your husband and the slave.

“hello” you greeted, voice smoother then honey, but the malice was still there. your husband looked to you almost gratefully, while the slave looked like she wanted to make you disappear.

“ah, hello, wha-” you cut ubbe off with a passionate kiss.

your lips moving together so perfectly, tongues gently caressing each other. his hand wound itself into your hair tugging you closer to him, the both of you not caring that the girl was watching awkwardly.

you then pulled back, ignoring ubbes lips which were desperately trying to reconnect with yours, you bit down on his lip, dragging it between your teeth, making ubbe groan softly. you turned to look at the slave girl.

“listen, girl. this is my husband, my man, my lover, he. is. mine. understand?”

the girl stared at you with fear, swallowing thickly and nodding shakily.

“yes, i understand”.

“good, now leave” you growled, dragging ubbe closer to your body, smirking darkly as the girl scrambled to get away.

when she was far gone, you laughed.

and ubbe couldn’t help but laugh with you.

“that wasn’t very nice, wife”.

“her touching you wasn’t very nice either, husband”.

you both stared at each other, long and hard, you smirking, him trying to hold back his laughter. you ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots, making his head fly back and him moan at the feel.

you leaned down to his ear and whispered “do you know how bad i wanted to hurt her, ubbe?”.

he didn’t answer, instead he stared at you with a deep lust, his pupils completely dilated.  when he didn’t speak, you continued.

“i wanted to gut her for being so close to you, i wanted to slit her throat for touching you, i wanted to kill her, ubbe” you growled, leaning forwards and pressed a sloppy, wet kiss to his lips, pulling back before he could kiss you.

“i had been waiting half the night for you to come and get me, kiss me, grab me, bite me, fuck me”. your words made him moan and reach out for you.     you let him.

“i wanted to come for you, love. but so many people wanted to see me after the raid, i am sorry”.

“you will be” you whispered, walking out of his arms and away from him.

“where are you going?” ubbe called out, standing from his chair. you stopped walking, and turned your head towards him, showing him your teasing smile.

“to wait for you, come and get me once you’re ready”.


sorry that this wasn’t the best, hopefully i’ll do better next time! lots of love and thanks from me <3

korean phrases 1 - lovers

(。♥‿♥。)  사랑해    - saranghae - I love you

(◑ω◐)♥  따랑해   - ddaranghae - I love you (cute kids talk)

(♥◡♥)  알라뷰         - allabyu      - I love you (konglish kk)

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ  오빠~       - Oppa      - term used for older guys

(´ヘ`;;) 보고파       - bogopa    - I miss you (cuter than 보고싶어 - bogo shipeo)

(-’_’-) 보고싶었어   - bogo shipeo sseo - I missed you

(╯3╰) 뽀뽀 해줘   - bbobbo haejwo - give me a kiss~

(✧ ▰˘◡˘▰) 우리 왕자님 - uri wangjanim - My prince (lit. our)

(✿ ▰˘◡˘▰)우리 공주님 - uri gongjunim - My princess (lit. our)

(+‿+) 난 너의 노예 - nan neoui noye - I’m your slave

(¬‿¬) 넌 나의 노예 - neon naui noye - You’re my slave


lolitalady-chan  asked:

Can I get some headcannons for the 2p allies if they had a crush who was s/o thankful for them helping her That she offered to be a slave for them?

2p America:

-He had saved you from some random muggers, and you had immediately thrown yourself into his arms. Once you voiced your offer, he shook his head and told you no. “I’m flattered, doll, but if you really wanna thank me, you can go out on a date with me.” 

2p Canada:

-You clung to him after he had saved you from that drunken pervert, and thanked him profusely. Once you made your offer, his eyes went wide for a second. “I’m not going to make you do that. Hell, I’ll settle for a date.”

2p England:

-He couldn’t believe his luck. He had managed to scare off some catcallers, and now you were in his arms. But he refused your offer almost before you managed to finish your sentence. “Goodness, poppet, there’s no need for that. I’d be perfectly happy if you went out on a date with me.”

2p France:

-Some guys had been following you late one night, and he’d gotten them to stop by wrapping his arm around you. Once you realized and made your offer, he went quiet for a few long moments. “Lapin, as tempting as that is, I don’t need you to do that. Just let me take you home, and you can pay me back by letting me take you out for dinner one night.”

2p Russia:

-He’d certainly made sure that pervert wouldn’t be putting his hands on anyone else, and you were clutching his sleeve between your fingers. You made your proposal, and he pressed his finger to your lips. “Quiet. If you’re going to be mine, then it’ll be as my lover, not my slave.”

2p China:

-You’d been attacked, but China had successfully run them off. You made your offer while clinging to him, and he grinned, but shook his head. “Nah, I don’t want a slave. I’d rather take you out for a little wine and dine.”

The Gift

In our travels thru the maze that is FetLife and the local fetish community, we often times hear the phrase “The gift of submission”. I personally do believe that submission is a gift, just as I believe that dominance is also a gift. The two dance together, wonderfully, and when it’s right, it’s intoxicating for all parties involved. To me, the real gift, is what the involved parties share with each other. On a related note, we also hear a lot about the strength it takes to submit one’s will to another. While I also agree with that, what we don’t hear as much about, is the strength it takes to be a dominant. To have someone look at you like you hung the moon, and hold you in such high esteem, that you put pressure on yourself to try to live up to their image of you. To be the guide they look to, to take them on this journey, even when you yourself are unsure of which route is correct. For me, sometimes, that pressure can be immensely overwhelming, and at times, I wonder if it’s all worth it. But then, I remember what I get from my gift. First of all, I get their gift, in return. As many of you know, I’m lucky enough to have a slave that has been my wife for 20 years. She’s the part of me that makes me me, and she’s irreplaceable in my life. I love her despite her faults and insecurities, just like she loves me, thru mine. Also, over the past few years, I’ve had the opportunity to have other submissives in my life, that have been both friends and lovers. So I know what you’re thinking, you think I do it for sex. Nothing could be further from the truth. While yes, we have our fun, sex is only a small part of what I get from being a dominant. What really makes it all worthwhile, is knowing I’m needed, that I’m helping them in some way. Providing support, positive motivation, and sometimes just a shoulder to cry on. Even that afore mentioned look that puts so much pressure on me, is something I crave. The thing that bothers me most is, when one of my girls is feeling low, and shuts down. It frustrates me to no end. When they shut down, and I don’t hear from them, it makes me feel useless to them. I feel like they’re lack of communication is denying me of being needed and also denying themselves of any help I may be able to offer. This particular pond, is some of the murkiest waters I have to navigate, and quite honestly, I suck at it. I try to be patient, I try to bite my tongue, but then that dominant side steps up and refuses to take a back seat. I end up being the opposite of what I hope to be. Instead of being positive and supportive, I become negative and dismissive. Feeling that person that had put you on such a pedestal, remove you from that pedestal, is heartbreaking.

they told me I was ugly. and i believed them. too tall. too skinny. not brave enough or bold. childless. unmarried. too wild. too free. too broken. a slave to nicotine and selfish lovers. a tree without branches. a penny in the street, ran over 1000 times. i believed them.
so i put lace in my throat. feathers in my breasts. velvet in my eyes. water in my hands. honey on my linens, to drown lovers in. watercolor on my tongue.
they told me, now you have created a fire. and when i said I didn’t care.
they now believed me.
—  Shatara Liora via ‘violet’s gun’

Previous parts: one, two

Past Laurent keeps trying to kill Damen. Eventually Paschal and Damen negotiate with him that they will take him back to Vere if he stops trying to kill Damen. He agrees warily. Damen is the only one who believes that Laurent is going to keep his word in this agreement and Nikandros keeps watching his back. No one wants to let Laurent go off to Vere by himself but they also can’t really keep him in Akielos against all of his objections, so it’s hard to know what to do. Damen is moping and alone since Laurent avoids him.

Keep reading

Summer Reading List

@siancore thanks for the tag. This is so hard. I’m reading so much to make up for the unendurably long wait for the new season and more Richonne. Let’s see…I’m currently enjoying:

-The Art of Control by @avintagekiss24

Rick and Michonne involved in a bit of Dom and Submissive relationship a la 50 Shades of Black. It’s got me on the edge of my seat. And added bonus, Maggie is absolutely delicious in this story.

-Sirens of the ZA by @isisnicole

Michonne and her sisters find a trapped Carl and rescue and raise him. Michonne and Rick meet and well the enemies to friends to hopefully lovers trope begins. There are plenty of fireworks so far. And my girl and her sisters are fierce.

-Cross My Heart by @bigunknownkingdom

Michonne’s an outlaw, ex-slave searching out the killer of her son and meets small- town sheriff Rick Grimes along the way. I love Westerns so this little ditty is quite fulfilling.

-Palm Trees by @cake-by-thepound

Rick and Michonne finally get to resolve twenty years of longing for each other while on a tropical island. Could it get any better?

-Machine Heart by @kendrawriter

Taking bits and pieces of my sci-fi favorites such as The Terminator and The Matrix then mixing in Richonne. It’s a dream come true. I’m biting my nail for the next installment.

-Married at First Sight by

Rick and Michonne in an arranged marriage during the ZA…enough said. To read it is to love it.

I’m waiting patiently for an update to my favorite fic:

-Red Dirt Road by @siancore

AU teenage Rick and Michonne fall for each other along a Georgia red dirt road and navigate the ups and downs of young love. I am absolutely in love with this story.

I’m tagging @terriodessa, @mcheffer, and @yellehughes to keep this summer reading list going.

Originally posted by sprmint-bkgsoda

“Queen of Shadows” Sentence Starters

Because it’s my favorite book, and because Aelin is one of the best characters I’ve ever had the pleasure to read about. All credit goes to the Queen of the Universe, Sarah J. Maas.

  • “You get one sentence. One Sentence to convince me not to spill your throat on the ground.”
  • “I don’t make threats. Only promises.”
  • “Unfortunately, Your highness, we have another party to get to.”
  • “You soft-hearted worm.”
  • “A crippled leg and a few chains, and you’re in love?”
  • “See you in the sewers bright and early.”
  • “So condescending for a mere grunt.”
  • “Bloodlust got the better of me, it seems.”
  • “You wound me with such accusations.”
  • “I hope he’s paying you enough.”
  • “No one else in this place is chained up like a slave. What makes you so dangerous, ______?”
  • “I’m crying, because you smell so rutting bad my eyes are watering.”
  • “Do I look like I’m laughing?”
  • “Clothes are weapons, too.”
  • “Missing me was a foolish distraction.”
  • “That was one incident, and if you ask me, your absolutely wonderful former lover deserved it.”
  • “You forgot the bottom part.”
  • “There is no bottom part.”
  • “Is that punishment for last night?”
  • “I’m ashamed of what I said to you.”
  • “And you have no qualms about them killing her/him?”
  • “I will not be led into this with a blindfold over my eyes.”
  • “You can’t be serious. What— you squashed him to death like a pressed grape?”
  • “I ripped the leg off the table and impaled him with it.”
  • “I’ll give you points for resourcefulness, at least.”
  • “You say the word, and it’s done.”
  • “You know, he won’t bite.”
  • “I’d start avoiding the sewers. It’s your death warrant if you don’t.”
  • “I didn’t deserve her/him.”
  • “I wanted to go for a drink to celebrate—not… brood.”
  • “Immortality seems like a long, long time to go without your favorite body part.”
  • “Big risk to take, isn’t it?”
  • “I’m a little surprised you fell for it. You must think I’m truly stupid.”
  • “Such a big mouth for someone who needs to mind his surroundings.”
  • “You are insufferable.”
  • “It was such an easy trap I’m actually disappointed s/he fell for it.”
  • “I would fight with tooth and claw to get to her/him.”
  • “Do you believe monsters are born, or made?”
  • “Don’t get in my way.”
  • “Don’t touch me like that.”
  • “Did I ask for your gods-damned opinion, ____?”
  • “You were told only as a courtesy.”
  • “I don’t make bargains with piece-of-shit, second-rate assassins.”
  • “Pity. I might have been willing to listen to some paltry excuses.”
  • “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you gutted and hanging from the chandeliers by your insides, but I think it would ruin these very beautiful carpets.”
  • “Opium addicts are piss-poor employees.”
  • “I would never allow anyone else at my throat.”
  • “I don’t care how many rules we break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again.”
  • “I want to take my time with you—to learn… every inch of you.”
  • “This apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience.”
  • “You look like shit.”
  • “Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?”
  • “I know the odds.”
  • “Everyone’s a bit jumpy this morning, it seems.”
  • “You’ve just made the mistake of your life.”
  • “Don’t listen to his lies.”
  • “Unless you want to die, get the rutting hell out of the way.”
  • “That’s the thanks I get?”
  • “It was a group effort.”
  • “I’m pissy for about twenty different reasons, most of them having to do with you making some of the most reckless decisions I’ve ever seen.”
  • “Please don’t ever do that again.”
  • “Tell me there’s a ‘but’ coming.”
  • “Sit your ass down.”
  • “You two make so much noise, it’s ridiculous.”
  • “Welcome home.”