look at these things
they’re like tiny
but instead of breathing fire they squeak and cuddle
and they have funny ears and noses
I mean really
bats are amazing
This post is so important to me
Bats are incredibly important bug-eaters.
I saw this on tv!
Well…now that wasn’t good was it? The redhead was frozen for a moment, staring upwards at the blur or red and green that had just leapt out of a tree right on top of her. Vaas again making his sudden and unexpected appearances.
"….mother of shit…" Sorcha managed to whisper before diving sideways outside of Vaas’ landing trajectory.
It was as if it happened in slow motion from there. Kind of also like it happened on tv. One moment Sorcha was there, and the next Vaas found himself hurtling toward nothing but dusty ground. He didn’t even have time to wipe the grin off his face before the impact, a heavy thud that reverberated in the ground a bit. After a beat of silence the pirate king finally stirred, letting out a pained groan as he pushed himself up enough to glower at Sorcha.
"Chica. You weren’t supposed to move," He stated with a huff, rising to his feet and dusting himself off as he stood. Abruptly he paused to glance back at Sorcha, a slow wicked grin beginning to spread over his face again.
"Lemme try it again."
There was a mighty thud that shook the earth slightly as she rolled upon her shoulder and landed crouching upon the balls of her feet, turned towards him. There he lied in the dirt and settling dust, a great and powerful king and warrior, but motionless all the same. Where he had even come from she wasn’t sure, just that he was there and there was no time to think about why that was. Vaas didn’t need a reason, it was his game to torment her at any waking moment where he found the opportunity too. But maybe…just maybe he had knocked himself cold? Hell maybe he was even dead… and tilting her head she blinked in concern for that still figure before she looked around wondering where his entourage was, they were never too far behind him when he was on the hunt…like a bunch of fucking fangirls.
Just the idea of having to deal with them and him was frustrating enough and when he groaned her eyes snapped back onto him, that mild concern disappearing into a squint as she held still in her place while he rose up to his feet, taking a few seconds to dust himself off. Not that it helped… all the dirt and foliage imaginable was already stuck to his moistened skin. Because he was a sweaty man child. Literally.
"Bitch, I don’t care…" Sorcha replied with a classic ‘you can’t tell me what to do’ tone, the one that so often got her into more trouble and havoc then she liked to…but it was just in her nature. And instantly she regretted that decision when that wicked grin spread across his face and she sensed something in Vaas’ words that he wasn’t actually talking about body slamming anymore. Or maybe he was…but not in the same context? She didn’t know, didn’t want to know. All she knew is that he was smiling and that wasn’t a good thing.
"You about to get swiped into that tree. Take one step, boy."
At Sorcha’s response Vaas sucked his teeth loudly, going so far as to place a hand over his chest as though he’d been wounded, staggering back a step to complete the act. “That’s fucking rude, nena. How you gonna talk to me like that uh? You don’t care… Well I care. Ok, you stay riiight there. Ok? No?” He asked when Sorcha’s expression made it clear that standing still was not an idea she liked much. In fact she was giving him a look he got so often from nearly everyone, when they were trying to understand exactly what context he’d meant his statements in.
A beat of silence, and Vaas abruptly burst out laughing. She looked like she couldn’t tell whether he wanted to fight or fuck her, the phrase only making him cackle harder when it came into his head. He was gonna have to remember that one, he cracked himself up sometimes. “So you wanna go again or nah? I can go all day.”
Sorcha blinked, realizing things had gotten too quiet then she was comfortable with and looking up quickly all she saw was a growing shadow on the ground before the little blonde she called her best friend collided with her.
"FUCK!" Sorcha yelled as she fell backwards into perhaps the thorniest bush to ever exist on Rook Island. "FUCK MY LIFE!" She continued to swear, fighting against the bush an all of its barbs while also trying to move Ash off of her at the same time.
"What is wrong with you!"
"You were supposed to catch me!" Ash grimaced, delicately trying to remove herself from the prickly branches despite Sorcha’s jostling. That definitely had not gone as she’d planned at all, and had she known the both of them would wind up snared in the thorns she likely would have not done it at all. Well… that was a lie. Maybe she would have just picked a better angle, or a less painful patch of brush to fall into. It really was deceptively sharp.
"I immediately regret that decision. 0 out of 10, would not reattempt." At last she regained enough bearings to climb out of the bush, pausing once she’d rolled out to inspect the scratches that now decorated her arms. It wasn’t that bad, but it always was the tiniest of paper cuts that stung so much more than the actual life-threatening wounds. With a sheepish look she offered Sorcha one of her hands to help her up. "I’m sorry I Dean Ambrosed you."
"This ain’t the playground," Sorcha countered, hissing against the thorn that had furtively stabbed into her ribcage somewhere, "And you’re a fatass. No more chips for you!" Turning her head she found herself surveying the jungle around them or any glimpses of red or dark skinned appendages, hell even for golden sets of eyes or murder turkey plumes that may have been attracted to the sudden noise. As sad as it was they weren’t safe anywhere they walked and hadn’t been since the day they escaped.
But Ash, bless her soul, she still tried to feign normality every once in a while. She still tried to relax, she remembered to laugh at the little things, and to remind herself that they weren’t always under a hail of bullets. Unlike her. Who found herself angry and paranoid more often then she slept these days.
And reaching out after she was convinced they were still along she rolled out from the bush with a sigh as she planted herself on the jungle floor and ripped off the army shrug that had collected every single burr imaginable it seemed like. And quietly she busied herself, plucking at each thorny barb carefully from the fabric.
"Better you then someone worse, right?" She finally replied, glancing sideways at the blonde girl for a moment.
"Well… yeah." Only after a look at the redhead’s face did Ash’s enthusiasm dampen somewhat and she set to work pulling a few of the burrs from Sorcha’s hair, peering around her shoulder to look over her shrug. "Could have actually been Ambrose. Pretty sure you’d be dead or at least suffering a lot of breaks. I really am sorry I tackled you into the bush. Not that I did it, just that the landing sucked."
Satisfied that no more of the plant matter remained in Sorcha’s pony tail Ash stepped back to finish dusting her own self off, and when she glanced up again she almost looked as though she was trying to keep herself from smiling. “I can make it up to you though. I learned a new thing the other day from Willis.” Willis, she’d found, was always full of all kinds of fun information… such as how to disarm a mine and then reset it. She just needed an excuse to put said new thing to good use. Nothing quite like rearranging enemy mine fields to bond with a friend.
|week 1 of friendship:||this is a cool person|
|week 30 of friendship:||this is a gay egg|
comment s’appelle un chien qui vend des médicaments?
why the fuck is this joke in french and why there is 26k notes am i missing something important
something really important
what do you call a dog that sells drugs?
yeah it’s really only funny in french
do you get it though? because chien=dog pharmachien. It’s hilarious
I’m so glad I know french now
"It’s showtime!!” Jules cackled madly, leaping from the back of the truck with more grace than a man his size should possess. A moment later he realized he’d made exactly the right choice when the grenade someone had mentioned turned out to have landed in that very truck, turning the vehicle into a blazing husk of metal in one fiery explosion. It was a goddamn good thing the heavy wore his armor as he did or the blast and debris from it would have ripped him to bits, but all it did in this case was knock him to the ground and send his gun crashing away. His helmet as well, that rolled away to become utterly useless to him. In the dizziness that followed Jules was vaguely aware of the sound of gunfire and shouting, and tried to will himself to get back to his feet. People were getting shot up, and dammit he wanted to shoost things too! With a groan he rolled onto his back to sit up, freezing when he found himself staring up into green eyes. He knew that face well now, they all did, and under the threat of the gun Ash pointed at him he gave a cheeky grin and held his hands up in a “don’t shoot” gesture. Only then did he see it was a flare gun she was holding him up with and cocked an eyebrow.
“You wouldn’t believe how well. Sorcha,” She called, motioning for her companion to join her.
“Hold up, hold on.” With a grunt he sat further up, all the while motioning for the blonde to relax as he did. “Let me tell you my story first!” At that Ash’s brows furrowed as she turned to look at Sorcha in confusion, then back to Jules. His gaze followed as well, eyes going from Ash to Sorcha and back again, looking nowhere near as concerned as one might expect him to.