Ruby Rose Turner as Bridget in DESCENDANTS: THE RISE OF RED (2024)
@experimentx628 cont
JJ thanked whatever entity out there that the office was currently empty, save for their team. They'd just gotten back from a case, dropping off relevant files and paperwork before a well-deserved rest, and someone had jokingly mentioned how it would easier if they had another Morgan around to ease the amount of file boxes they had to carry.
Big mistake.
ONE Derek Morgan could be enough, let alone ten of him cluttering the office. Especially since each one seemed to be dumber than the last. How were they making less progress now? Jennifer sighed, hands settling upon her hips.
Blue gaze directed towards the companion beside her, eyebrow raised. " How exactly do we fix this? " The blonde questions tiredly, hoping there was an easy solution.
I have a story to tell you. Really, what is it about? BROTHER BEAR (2003) dir. Aaron Blaise & Robert Walker
" Not anymore maybe, but plenty of foods were pink before all this - all sorts of colours, especially sweet stuff, " Joel rolls his eyes, resisting the way his lips twitch, resisting the urge to grin. As reluctantly as he'd taken on protecting the kid, she was ( begrudgingly ) starting to grow on him.
And if the eager way she inhaled half the pot in one go was anything to go by, food was one way to make their journey a little more bearable. It leaves a twinge in his heart, reminds him of Sarah, of how she loved strawberryβ
Nope. Wasn't going down that rabbit hole. Not here, not now.
Joel glances back at Ellie, noticing the pot being held near him. He nudges it back to her. " I'm not really a sweet person, you have it kid. " After all, he had to admit she'd earned it. Ellie was more adept than he'd given her credit for.
"Im not judging!" She defended taking the pudding cup that Joel had offered gingerly and poking at it with the spoon.
"Its just that most food isn't naturally pink and this looks-" she stopped short and tried a bite of the strawberry pudding thinking it over before trying another bite. and of course she had questions.
"And you had this stuff just lying around before everything went to shit? Was it like expensive? It tastes like it would be. What's it made out of?"
She offered Joel some because she had gotten used to splitting everything with him.
Dark eyes meet under the sky The stars are out, we're alive in the night
Absolutely nothing to see here. Just a dad waiting for his kids to show up so they can go on a little hunt together.
The sounds of the motion alarms being triggered had pulled the two men away from their lunch. Bill immediately grabbing his shotgun whilst Frank checked the cameras β a girl, young, being pursued by a large group of men. Whilst the pair tried to not get involved with outsider drama, it was difficult to ignore when it was outside your gates.. and when the victim was a poor young girl. Bill's morals may be shaky, but it didn't sit right with him at all.
Immediately, the couple was making their way to the gate. The girl's screams echoed in the distance, like an animal caught in a trap. A helpless sound, one of primal fear and desperation. Without hesitation, Bill raised his shotgun and aimed at the man closest to the fence. Then the next, and the next β
Frank, hands trembling, put in the gate code as fast as humanly possible. Barely waited for it to open before he pushed through, zeroing in on the girl. Gaze darts to her limping leg, the blood on her clothes as he grabs her as gently as possible, helping her back inside.
The last of the shots ring out, an eerie silence falling over them as Bill lowers his gun, gates closing with an affirming rattle. The couple exchange a look, a silent conversation. An ' are we really doing this? ' before Frank inhales sharply, kneeling down beside the girl.
Reaching out to touch her was a rookie mistake and he instantly pulls his hand away. Shushes her gently, holding his hands up to placate her. " I'm sorry, that was a poor move on my part, you don't need to apologise. " Frank keeps his voice soft, light. Concern fills his features at the sight of her injured leg. " That looks like it hurts β we have medical supplies, can patch you up if you'd like. Give you a bite to eat, somewhere to sleep, at least until you're better? " He gives her a choice - doesn't want to push her into staying with them, not if she's uncomfortable. " Or we can call some friends we have in the QZ... they could come get you, take you to shelter there. Your choice, no pressure. "
@fracturals x Bill & Frank She had been about to touch the fence so she could climb and run when the man had slammed into her, her fall making him tumble forward and hit the fence for her, electrocuting him with an unexpected explosion. But just when she thinks she can at least keep running she's grabbed again and lets out a blood-curling scream, adrenaline making her fight back and fall down with the other man.
She shrieks again, horrified, knowing his friends are coming, her flamethrower is empty, uselessly weighting on her shoulder, but she still tries to crawl away. She's never been so happy to see someone's head get blown off - though yeah, she's definitely adding that to the list of nightmares that also make her scream like that - and looks for the culprit, finding two men at the other side of the fence. They are also strangers, but beggars can't be choosers, and she doesn't even really get to beg for help because the one with the shotgun starts taking people out just like that. The other one, though, the other one opens the fence and comes to get her, looking worried. She's stunned, almost falling but held up so she can run on her injured leg, blood everywhere - hers, theirs - and terrified, but they let her in. They let her in. She barely realizes she's crying as the sounds of the fight die down, and her first reaction when one of their hands come too close to her again is to protect herself from the blow. The second one is to say "Sorry" because it can't be nice to be treated like savages when they just saved her, and "Thank you."
(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"You playing your whole creepy mystery man routine isn't exactly helping me feel any better!"
"If you want to experiment, you talk to me! You don't just do it!"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"You are not the damn judge and jury!"
"I don't know about you, but I've had enough of this tedious spat!"
"Do you have to do that? You're staring."
"Tell me the truth; did you set me up to fail?"
"How does anyone put up with you? You're very cocky with your theories, you know?"
"Why are you late?"
"Stop thinking. Stop talking."
"You know conversations are supposed to make things clearer?"
"You can drop the sarcasm!"
"Not everything is about you!"
"Would you mind staying silent?"
"I'm feeling a little attacked right now."
"Patience is not one of my virtues."
"Are you going to be angry all evening?"
"Is that your idea of treading carefully?"
"All you do - all you ever do - is embarass me!"
"Rules are rules! No opera before 8am!"
"Are you being kooky again?"
"Just because you've got a name for something doesn't mean it's not insane!"
"You're a fucking poet now?"
"You have been glaring at me throughout this entire meal."
"Please don't touch that!"
"Stop looking at me. I don't like when people look at me like that."
"Do you have to enjoy this quite so much?"
"Using someone's emotions like this is wrong!"
"Hey! You don't walk away when I'm talking to you!"
"I have said I'm sorry!"
"If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it."
"Can we go back to some place that resembles civilisation?"
"You're a very brave man, but so stupid!"
"Everything was alright until you arrived!"
"I'm already in a foul mood - let's not make it any worse."
tlou 2x2 and twd negan roundup give me the same physical reactions and i don't like it