"S’prolly mud; I’ve been—" The hunter suddenly stops and blinks, an embarrassed frown quickly rushing to his features as he realizes just how comfortably he’d responded to being called babe.
“I don’t know. But Hershel, Maggie’s father, was a great man. And he told me all I had to do was believe, and that’s what I’m gonna do. Neither one of us should be alive right now. She got out, so you’re gonna help me find her.”
REDNECKXHOLMES’ 30 DAYS OF SUGAR: DAY 07
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"Alright…" Despite nerves, he manages to tell himself not to worry — even if conversations that started in such a way usually meant trouble. Heartbreak. Disappointment. Something already out of his hands. "Shoot."
A = Awesome! You’re amazing! Are you even real??
B = Pretty badass. Keep it up.
C = Not bad, not bad. Room for improvement, but I like it.
D = The efforts there, but you need more practice. But don’t give up!
F = Have you ever sat through an language class before?
[ watches say yes to the dress and drinks heavily ]
cold winter hearts more like
never fucking touch me again i hate you