A Girls Gotta Do What A Girls Gotta Do - Tumblr Posts

smt i forget that people who know me irl r my moots on tumblr cause like some of the stuff I say on here is

delusional

and now i realise that they can all see it 😃

I can't still can't believe Rhaenyra fumbled Jason Lannister. I would've had several kids with him and ride that marriage down till he died cause , he's from like one of the top three most wealthiest houses to fucking exist.

I would've been at his funeral like:

CD: VMPWOLF @tiktok

“Women.” A voice scoffed. “So dramatic.”

Faye registered the words spoken nearby yet chose to remain in the crumpled pile of quaking limbs she’d collapsed into following Spike's solemn exit. She acknowledged the existence of a witness to her breakdown by hastily scrubbed an arm across her face to banish the worst of the tears and snot. Her watery glare skipped across the metal floor and walls of the Bebop to land on Jet's form.

Standing in the same hallway Spike had emerged from before she confronted him was the captain of the old fishing trawler with his prosthetic arm pressed against the hull as he worked to keep most of his body weight off his bad leg. The crutch he’d been using was nowhere in sight. His bravado reminded her of the dramatic scene he’d made earlier, shouting at her, after Spike took off following the assault by the syndicate pilots. And here he had the gall to call her dramatic?!

“Don't you care at all that he left? He's going to die, you know!” Faye snapped at him. It felt like their argument earlier all over again, only this time she was more convinced than ever of Spike’s demise.

Jet's expression was hard to read. Outwardly bland, but with obvious emotion broiling underneath making his eyebrow twitch. Perhaps his newfound apathy had to do with the errand he left on a few hours ago. Faye had assumed when he flew off that he was gone to get parts to fix the ship but he’d come back empty handed and with sorrowful eyes. She’d silently watched him fall asleep on the couch, had overheard when Spike came back, had observed the disbelief followed by relief that had colored the ex-cop’s words and brought a hint of a smile to his face. She remembered the strange story Spike had told Jet - a joke, apparently, given how hard both men had laughed.

Nothing about it had been funny to Faye. Their masculine determination to avoid discussing anything relevant, Spike’s refusal to ask for aid, the way Jet let him walk away when he had to have known that Spike was about to risk it all...

Unaware of the way Faye’s mind was skittering back and forth over recent memories, striving to make sense of it all, seeking the proper angle for the argument she needed to win, Jet barked a laugh at his own thoughts and then spoke - perhaps to soothe her, or to reassure himself.

“He'll be back. He's like a bad penny - just can't seem to ever lose the damn thing.”

Sniffling, Faye shook her head fiercely. “No, Jet! This is serious - he needs our help!”

Jet sighed heavily. Carefully, gingerly, he eased himself down to sit on the floor a few feet away from her.

“It's not our fight, Faye.” He declared flatly. And then, pursing his lips and expelling a frustrated breath, amended his words. “No, no, that's not true actually. Bastard got us caught in the cross hairs so we're well in it now. Neither of you could just leave the past in the past. Chasing shadows of nostalgia or aggravating old wounds - and for what? What good did it do either of you? You found nowhere else to go so you're back here, aren't you? And he's off on a suicide mission. Well, good for him I wish him all the success in the world! If we're lucky he'll take down the whole damn syndicate so we aren't hounded for the rest of our days!”

Recoiling from the anger in Jet's tone, Faye wiped at her eyes again. “But …but …”

Reigning in his fury, Jet shook his head. “See? You can't defend the fool. And anyway we can't go anywhere. I told you already. The Bebop needs substantial repairs - shit I'm in no condition to do - and your vessel is just as screwed up right now.” He saw her mouth open and shut down her next suggestion before she could voice it. “No, you can't take the Hammerhead. For one thing you don't know how to pilot it. For another, it's mine and I'm saying no. If some syndicate flunkies come to kill us that's one thing but you don't need to bring yourself to them like a damn present and saving them the hassle of tracking us down.”

“Not like that'd be difficult,” Faye muttered. “We're dead in the water here in the middle of no-fucking-where after they left us to crash.” She bit her lip to try and contain her own irritation and the despair that had set in when she watched Spike depart. It was no use though. She let out a wordless shriek and stomped her heels on the floor like a child throwing a tantrum.

“He's a big boy, Faye. And he's taken all the artillery he had stashed here on the ship. The only thing we'd do now is get in his way. He knows we're safe enough here until the dust settles. Why do you think he called you back anyway? If you're here with me, us watching each other's backs, then you can't be used as a hostage again. You'd be nothing but a distraction if you went in guns blazing." Jet turned from her to stare up at the ceiling. “His fate is in his own damn hands. You already put yourself in harm’s way to fight off those buzzards earlier. You’ve done enough.”

So that was it?!

“He's our comrade!” Faye insisted. “And sure maybe he got us mixed up in his troubles but you can't put spilt milk back in the carton!” She got to her feet and scowled down at him. “You know he’d back you up if you had to face your own past. Oh but wait - you did, didn’t you? And you just slunk off to die without a word to the rest of us. I don’t know why I should expect anything better from either of you. Men are clearly senseless.”

Jet stared back up at her with incredulity. “Senseless?! You shot up my goddamn ship! The cost of fixing those bullet holes is gonna come out of your bounty shares, woman!”

“Sure. We split it the same as ever. Three ways.” She replied airily.

“Huh?”

“I’m going to get him. He asked me once if I’d come after him, if it was the end... the one he wasn’t supposed to come back from. Way I figure it, this is probably the battle he was really talking about. Neither of you could ever ask for shit outright, after all, so here I am stuck putting it all together like a puzzle with half the pieces fucked from beer being spilt on them. So you just sit here and stay outta trouble.”

Jet’s expression grew suspicious. “And just how are you gonna go about this fantasy?”

Sashaying down the hall, feeling invigorated by the decision she’d made to force her future into exactly what she wanted it to be, Faye shrugged lazily.

“I don’t need anyone’s permission to live my life as I please, Jet. Who needs keys when a girl knows how to hotwire?” She turned her head a bit to smirk at him over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I know how to treat a ship right - I’ll take real good care of your baby.”

Gaping at her, Jet tried to scramble to his feet but stopped partway up when he saw Faye leveling her gun at him.

“I should have shot Spike earlier - don’t think I won’t shoot you now. Be a doll though and make yourself useful, hey?” She waggled her gun at his lower half. “Why doncha call up whoever patched you up so nicely and have them meet me at the syndicate headquarters.” She paused thoughtfully. “Make sure they bring plenty of whatever Spike’s bloodtype is. If this is gonna end anything like that cathedral mishap, that boy is gonna need every drop he can get. Ta!”