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henriettahippo:

“Not saying I am not a fan of unhappy-endings. They annoy me from time to time. All the time when it comes to horror movies. Those people are stupid and deserve to die; a little something called “Natural Selection”.”
She dropped the second cup - now empty as well - and stretched, joints protesting. perhaps she should work out from time to time. Perhaps. Perhaps not. Probably not. “There is nothing wrong with ice cream. Ice cream neve judges you, it is always there for you and does not demand anything in return. It dries your tears and gives comfort. Kind of like alcohol, but unhealthy in another way.”

Hettie chuckled, imagining him with a bunch of cats. Nope. Not gonna happen. A snake, on the other hand…. “We’ll get you a slithery friend. Nothing poisonous though. Hate those little fuckers. Some…boa thing. There might not be an antidode for being choked, but it is less backstabbing that biting someone and injecting them with some deadly venom.” Because that was most certainly what most snakes were like. backstabbing little fuckers, just waiting for a chance to bring misery upon humanity. Needless to say, Hettie’s knowledge when it came to the serpentine species were…limited.

The woman remained silent for a moment, pondering on his words. “Have you ever met someone it was actually….worth getting attached to? because I didn’t. In the end, they always left. I once got a cat to avoid that. It got run over by a car 3 hours after I picked him up from the animal shelter. Karma’s a bitch.”

“If you’re going to sit and stare at the man in the mask, you probably deserve that machete that’s lodged in your brain by the end of the movie.” A smirk crossed his lips for a moment and he chuckled softly. “I’m a big fan of natural selection. If you’re too stupid to live, then maybe you just shouldn’t. And that’s that.” He looked down at Hettie as the second empty cup fell to the floor and draped an arm over her waist as she stretched. Oddly enough, he just wanted to make sure she didn’t somehow fall into the floor. Or catch herself on the table on the way down. Or…something. Not that he’d admit it out loud. He cared more than he believed he should. But, that was alright. She didn’t seem to mind. And he didn’t think she was going anywhere. He hoped. “At least once you finish a couple of pints of ice cream, you can still walk. You may have a killer headache, but that dies down pretty quickly and you can remember what was going on the night before. Both have their perks…especially when you don’t want to remember.”

“A boa thing? So, you expect me to be able to fight off something three times my size if it decides I should be a lovely shade of blue because apricot just isn’t it’s thing?” He grinned down at her and shrugged. It wasn’t as if being choked would make much of a difference. He had a respiratory bypass system going for him. It would buy him time. And venom, his body could probably heal from. Probably. But the blonde in his lap? Either of them could be easily fatal for her…And why was he suddenly caring what could kill someone else? It wasn’t that he minded. Not at all. It was just the first time in a long while he’d felt himself actually giving a shit about another person’s well being. He’d almost forgotten it was possible.

He didn’t answer straight away. He took a moment to turn over the possibilities in his head. He could have lied to her. Told her he’d never had anyone. Or told her that he’d had someone who left him. But, he didn’t want to. For some odd reason he felt compelled to be honest with the woman. And that was the weirdest part of all. “Twice. The first time, circumstances came about that called for me to leave. It was selfish. And I’ve regretted it many times. And the one other time, I was the one left. I suppose I deserved it in a way. Karma’s a bitch, right?” He looked away for a moment, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “Can’t imagine who’d want to just walk out on you, though.”

“Have you…. maybe people like us are supposed to be alone. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. We have to be secluded - seclude ourselves - from everybody else. So we cannot hurt anymore, and we cannot get hurt. And over the time, over the years with days passing…”
She reached out, letting her fingers run along the arm that was draped around her waist, “And over the time, we forget how to care. Forget how to love.”

There was s hort pause as the woman collected her thoughts.
“We tell ourselves we are okay with that. That we have gotten used to it, and that we really don’t mind. But then, one day when we are out feeding ducks or just getting drunk, we see them. That one perfect couple. That one couple that shatters the walls we have built up, the one couple that makes us question it again. The one couple that makes us wonder - what would it have been like? Getting to know what they have? Feel what it feels like to be loved unconditionally, for everything you are? For who you are? Not to be judged? To have a past with this person, a present, a future? And then they move on, and leave you with nothing but an overwhelming sadness.”

henriettahippo:

::out of character:: I’d very much like to Plot and RP with a Crowley. Is there any Crowley out there willing to give me a chance, or does anybody know of a Crowley I could possibly approach?

~~I also still need an ooc tag.~~

::out of ducks::

^ this.

::out of character:: I’d very much like to Plot and RP with a Crowley. Is there any Crowley ou there willing to give me a chance, or does anybody know of a Crowley I could possibly approach?

I also still need an ooc tag.

My Tumblr Crushes:

:: out of character::

This merely shows what a lazy and inactive duck I have been recently.

Also, I need one of those cool ooc tag indicator thingies all the cool kids seem to have nowadays.

gromit-we-forgot-the-crackers:

gromit-we-forgot-the-crackers:

castiel-je-taime:

reblog and I’ll send you a pic of a duck

i just want to see this get out of hand quickly

will you actually send me a picture of a duck though

hmmmm

it’s legit 10/10 would reblog again

getbackxinline:

… are we going to talk about this or?
I’ve been reliably informed that he has his very own interpretation of ‘eating out’.

“You are a bad person and deserve all the bad things happening to you. In addition to that, I hate you.”


:: OVERDOSE DELUSION ::
Hi. Name’s Hettie. I poke things and scratch itches that I shouldn’t. Not much to say. I’m boring. No Nephilim. No Angel. No vessel. I have a problem with sweaty armpits and am as exciting as a dead hedgehog. But I can drink you under the table anytime. M!A; Whenever she is upset, angry, frightened or otherwise very emotional, Hettie turns into a duck. ————- Independent RP ©2009 \| tracking: henriettahippo		► :: ABOUT ► :: HEADCANONS ► :: ROLEPLAYS ► :: RELATIONSHIPS ► :: ANATIDAE ANTICS ► :: RULES ► :: MEET THE MUN
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