Something was terribly, terribly wrong ( Read more... )

Author's Note: This would be in reference to this.Where Peter Petrelli had gotten this sadistic notion, since it was assumed by Miles that the guy had an unbelievable Messiah Complex, was beyond him right now. He assumed it had something to do with Sasha. If she hadn't given him the idea personally, she definitely influenced him into it just by ( Read more... )

You son of a bitch.

So the Tammy voting ends tomorrow.

Whatever the fuck a Tammy is supposed to be.

I guess someone somewhere should have some kind of awards show that isn't interfered with because certain jackasses haven't come to their goddamn senses and given certain other people what they fucking deserve ( Read more... )

"Being popular and well liked is not in your best interest. Let me be more clear; if you behave in a manner pleasing to most, then you are probably doing something wrong. The masses have never been arbiters of the sublime, and they often fail to recognize the truly great individual. Taking into account the public's regrettable lack of taste, it is ( Read more... )

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"Will you put that fucking thing down ( Read more... )

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"OPEN UP!"

Miles kicked the door to Sasha's apartment loud enough to make it rattle on the hinges, and then counted to thirty before he banged on the door with his own fist. It wasn't a show of aggression -- not really -- so much as a surefire wake up call. He was getting tired of these little forays into 'What the fuck is going on?!' land ( Read more... )

This couldn't have come at a worse time.

I have to start this off with a fucking disclaimer. I have obligations that require me to be a good not actual best friend to someone right now. So in this prompt, you're not going to actually hear about these things I know. Because I can't talk about them. Out of respect, and as an act of kindness, because ( Read more... )