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kilgrins-a-deactivated20180610 asked

jaysecah water u doing w/ my boifriend scawt nobody asked u 2 stick ur nose in his business -- or 4 that matter, /his/ in /yours/
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               “ he LOVES sticking his nose in my BUSINESS.
                 for at least twenty minutes, MAYBE more. & he
                 really likes it when i pull his HAIR while he does it. “

@burgledthem

xprodigium:

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      “I prefer to keep my business face-to-face—
              not behind a camera lens.” 

  Her tone is curt, barely within the line between
professional and cold. Dressed in civilian clothes,
without even so much as a concealed blade, Selene
has this woman to thank for her poor mood. To give 
credit where due, Miss Jones made the last few weeks
anything but easy. 

        And for all of her resourcefulness, Selene for once
hasn’t the slightest inclination as to why. “You don’t seem
surprised to see me.” 

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          delusions of impeccable execution serve no favorable purpose.
          ADMITTING when a mistake has been made, however, can be
          transformative. understanding  LIMITATIONS , accepting your
          shortcomings – this is the  DISTINCTION  between someone
          ruthlessly effective at their profession & an unskilled amateur.
          & one thing jessica jones does in excess is criticize herself;
          so she plays to her weaknesses, makes them her strengths.
          instead of being caught off-kilter, she’s INCORPORATED 
          this  C O N F R O N T A T I O N  into her plans. 

               “ took you a few days LONGER than i
                 expected. but i guess you’re patient. “

          jessica swings the door open & walks
          away, implying that she’d like the
          other’s company for now. 

datseabass:

          She panned the premises to ensure that they had audience before shouting, “Ow!” It was so exaggerated that for a split second her jaw locked in place. “Freak!” 

             A few flaps of her assaulted hand dulled the pain, though Jane still sucked a sharp inhale past clenched teeth. 

           “Looks like someone forgot their T-Virus booster shot – Jesus Christ!” In lieu of a cold compress she sat on the ‘wounded’ hand. 

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            Then she pinched the end of her pink straw and pulled up a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea. “Yeah…” she said, still biting the plastic; “And if I start foaming at the mouth, they’ll know exactly who’s to blame.” 

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          heart jumping at the sudden exclamation, jess instinctively leans in, head swinging about to see if anyone’s actually paying attention. they’ve definitely drawn a few eyes, making it impossible for her to keep a steady composure. descending further into laughter, she pleads for jane to quit screwing around. “ oh my god, shut up! “ she laughs, this whole moment spinning out of control. “ they might like call the cops or something! “ despite the concern, she’s still incapable of forcing her laughter to subside. 

          eventually, the momentum of their ridiculousness fades & they’re back to drinking, relaxing. cold beer in hand, jessica keeps an eye on the people around her, wanting to be sure no one had taken them seriously. “ t-virus … “ she muses. “ that’s from … the romero movies? “

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