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Sep 2014
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5:00am
Sep 2014
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When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.

 - Caitlyn Siehl (via insanity-here-i-come)
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4:00am
Sep 2014
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3:01am
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2:00am
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Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

 - Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via sillysexystupid)
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1:00am
Sep 2014
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11:57pm
Sep 2014
22nd

Anonymous asked

No Taco Bell for you

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11:56pm
Sep 2014
22nd
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Currency of the Realm || Prison AU

flight-of-the-thieving-magpie:

What a poor, laughable man. Jim has already told him he may keep his stamps, as whether or not they are handed over to him is of no real concern; Jim has plenty of stamps, and a hoard of other forms of currency besides, and is not particularly hurting for more. The sum of money deposited into his commissary funds each month is enough to keep him living in relative luxury. The rest is merely extra for inside spending on things he cannot buy from the canteen. He also finds it quite droll that he’s being told to ‘fuck off’ when he is inside his own cell, sitting on his own bed, and is not the one who has gone venturing into someone else’s space.

"While you wait, I’ll let you have a tidbit of free advice, hmm?" Jim doesn’t wait for the other man to acknowledge him, or to accept or decline the offer. "Pace yourself. Nobody is impressed with you quite yet.” He’s good looking, he appears tough, and he’s certainly big and strong. But he could also still go the way of so many poor, pathetic souls Jim has seen come through this prison. Far too eager to make a mark and show the others ‘who’s boss.’ All most of them manage to do is make fools of themselves and annoy those who have been around far longer.

The footsteps happen to belong to Jim’s roommate, who is tall and less muscled than Moran, but just as intimidating when he wants to be. This man is rarely seen in Jim’s company, and indeed rarely dwells within their cell unless he must, for sleeping or for cell checks. He eyes both men warily, then seems to decide it’s better if he minds his own business and fetches the parcel he had come for. He pries moves his mattress aside and reaches his fingers inside a small incision he’d made in the seam, tugging something free and leaving without so much as a word. Jim watches him go, then eyes Sebastian expectantly, as though giving him leave, too. They’ll meet again soon, no doubt.

"Keep your goddamn advice." Sebastian growls, eyes narrow. "I jus’ want one damn thing from you. ‘til you’ve got it, I don’t wanna hear a thing from you." He knows he’s being stubborn and ill-tempered, but he’s not going to let himself be scared by this man, even though everyone else seems to be. He’s not going to be bullied, not when he’s got the upper-hand physically, and fancies he could take anyone he’s seen thus far in a one-on-one fight. 

The man who enters, apparently the other’s roommate, is met with utter disregard. Sebastian follows him out shortly, returning to his own temporary housing. With no commissary to buy any sort of entertainment, all he’s got is his little collection of stamps. He could wager some more and increase them, but he feels he’s already taken enough from so many people for one day. He’d only make enemies if he continued to get a reputation for being a card shark.

So instead, he sleeps, his precious stamps inside the case of his pillow, so that they cannot be removed from him while he naps. There’s nothing else to do, no one he cares to talk to, and no yard time. No jobs yet either, though the ‘wage’ they’ll earn is so meager they might as well not even be called ‘wages’. Two pennies an hour, if that. All there is to do now is wait, so he waits. He’s got time.

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11:49pm
Sep 2014
22nd
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The Bell Tolls For Thee || Skyrim AU

sherlocks-mortal-enemy:

"To create one of these daggers, you must take the heart of a dæmon and forge it into the dagger its self.” he said, looking at the red glow the dagger created “It hungers to kill, and if you don’t appease it, it will drive you mad with its whispers.” 

He stared at the handsome man. What he lacked in intelligence, he made up in brawn. He could take James in a fight physically, but it would be James’ cunning that would be his downfall. 

"You owe me for the life you took. He was a contract or my… association. And you took it from us. I am very disappointed, I was hoping you would be more intelligent then the picture you are currently presenting. Shame I’ll have to kill you for it. Can’t risk you running around." 

"Owe you?" Sebastian replied curiously. "I don’t owe you shite. And you’re sure as hell not going to kill me. If you planned to, you would have done it already." He shrugged, coming out of his fighting stance and crossing his arms over his chest. 

"How exactly do you propose I pay you back, if I ‘owe’ you? You wanted the bastard dead, right? Well he’s dead. Sounds like I did you a favor. You should be the one that owes me, if anything. And if that’s the case, you can pay off my bounty and call it square.”

Sebastian wasn’t overly fond of riddles and whispers, like this man seemed to be. He preferred the straight-forward approach, most of the time. Not to say he was reckless, but in general, he liked to make things as easy on himself as possible. Why work harder than he needed to?

11:45pm
Sep 2014
22nd
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Strife || Firefly AU || Sebastian & Jack

jackroyce:

Jack was sitting in the local pub already having more than a few drinks even though the day was still young. There was nothing else to do for him since he stranded on Dyton. He had hoped that his services might be needed here but it turned out that the folks around weren’t fond of strangers especially when they found out why a doctor was fired from a hospital on a core planet.

Confused he glanced at the stranger standing next to him. The other locals stopped talking as they noticed him. Suspicious as they were they wouldn’t tell that attractive guy anything about one of them but luckily Jack didn’t belong to them and didn’t care what they thought of him. It could hardly get any worse anyway.

“Don’t know his name.” He explained and drank another sip. “But a guy that looks like that is currently in the backroom of this pub.” He said and nodded at the door that led to said room. He couldn’t be arsed about any reason why the stranger looked for him, especially not if it earned him five credits.

Sebastian nodded and gave a smile. “Appreciate it, handsome.” He laid down an interplanetary card with five credits on it, then stood up and walked towards the back room of the pub. Sure enough, Owen was sitting back there, playing cards with a few equally shading looking men. “Oi, hate to break up the game but-“

Before Sebastian could even get his shtick said, Owen had drawn and was firing. He ducked behind a nearby storage shelf, drawing his pistols to return fire. The other card players ran for it, but Owen- whether for pride or stupidity- stayed to continue firing. He felt a bullet pierce his side, but his adrenaline was pumping too hard for it to stop him.

Another well-placed shot and Owen’s knee was out. Sebastian was on him in a second, pinning him down and slapping on his cuffs. The bounty hunter was bleeding profusely, and he couldn’t exactly walk without aide, but Owen surely wasn’t going to help. He dragged Owen towards the door and poked his head out into the pub. “Oi, handsome. There’s another five credits for ya if you walk two blocks south to the ship parked there, shout inside an’ tell Ava that Basher needs her at the pub.”

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11:28pm
Sep 2014
22nd
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You Will Obey Me || Skyrim AU

lostlittlespiderking:

How irritating, James reflected as the flames blossomed behind him. Probably should have seen that one coming. Probably had seen it coming, come to think of it. And while he knew he could theoretically wait until the fire died down and bat-zap his way out of there without anyone being the wiser, he was curious now. 

"If you’re willing to pay me enough, I could always just kill him instead." 

Unlike Sebastian, James had not raised his voice above a normal speaking level, and yet it carried. It carried mysteriously well. 

"This is quite rude, you know," he continued — as if coming to murder Sebastian in his sleep was perfectly polite. He let a few ice crystals form in the air almost pensively, still invisible. If he really wanted to, he could put out the fire and make a run for it. But the man knew he was here now. And Jim didn’t care to retreat unless he sorely needed to.

Besides, this was starting to get fun.

"Why don’t you come down here and we’ll talk like civilized people, hmm?" His voice had a particularly silky nature to it, persuasive, the kind of voice that easily bent weaker minds. He didn’t expect to be able to manipulate this one quite so easily, but it never hurt to put his best foot forward.

"Why pay you, why I can kill the bastard myself?" Sebastian had his own way of dealing with traitors, and he preferred to settle his own scores rather than pay someone else to solve them. Plus, he didn’t trust someone else to handle his dirty work, for obvious reasons. The other target could just pay more to have the assassin come back for Sebastian.

"Yeah, I know it’s rude. Excuse the fuckin’ mess. If I’d’ve known when you were comin’, I woulda cleaned the place up a bit."

The thief laughed at that, endlessly amused by the trapped prisoner. That oil would burn for hours unless he put it out, and he had no intention of doing that until he had the name he needed, if he bothered at all. 

"I’m not exactly ‘civilized’." He replied with another chuckle, not bothered at all by the admission. He didn’t move from his secure spot, and chose instead to continue shouting over the flames. "Tell me the goddamn name, and I won’t jump on your fine horse, ride him into town, an’ sell ‘im for a pretty sum.”

11:02pm
Sep 2014
22nd

askrichiemoriarty asked

//even numbers B)

2. What is your favorite fruit?

  • I love just about all fruits, really. But I’m especially fond of bananas, red delicious apples, and peaches.

4. What’s your favorite scented candle?

  • Already answered~ (x)

6. Did you ever have wallpaper in your childhood bedroom?

  • Nope. I had painted walls. My mom painted clouds on my ceiling once. I was probably about 6ish?

8. Can you tie a tie?

  • Already answered~ (x)

10. Are you the type that keeps going during long days and pushes through to the end until they collapse, or do you take little breaks throughout the day even if it means things take a bit longer?

  • I just push through and keep going and going and going until it’s done. Then at the end I crash into a pile of useless mush.

12. What bank did you have your first savings account at?

  • Notre Dame Federal Credit Union

14. How did you learn to read? Who taught you?

  • My mom taught me to read, primarily with Super Mario Brothers for SNES. I was about 2 when I started playing, and she said if I wanted to play, I’d have to learn to read the directions. So she helped me learn them.

16. Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?

  • Already answered~ (x)

18. What kind of sauce do you like on you Chicken Nuggets?

  • I liked Chipotle Barbecue, but now they don’t have it anymore, so I go with the Tangy Barbecue and Sweet & Sour.

20. Have you ever been in a physical fight?

  • No. I’m not a believer in physical violence. The only way I’d participate in a physical fight was if I needed to defend my life, or the life of a loved one.

11:00pm
Sep 2014
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10:00pm
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9:08pm
Sep 2014
22nd

rp-military-hunter asked

#sends in the first four perfect square numbers for the Munday meme#

1. Where did you have the best kiss of your life?

  • Already answered~ (x)

4. What’s your favorite scented candle?

  • Yankee Candle’s Apple. Not ‘Apple Cinnamon’ or ‘Apple Spice’ or ‘Apple (insert additional scent modifier here)’. Just plain, yummy, crisp, fresh, ‘Apple’.

9. How do you take your coffee? Your tea?

  • It depends on my mood. Sometimes I like my coffee black. Sometimes with just a little sugar. Sometimes with cream and sugar. On the rare instances that I indulge in Starbucks, I order a Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot of espresso. Which makes for three shots in a venti, ha.
    As far as tea, it depends on the kind. Sometimes I like a little raw sugar, sometimes honey, sometimes milk. I like variety. But generally, I take one sugar in any given cup of tea.

16. Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?

  • Yup. Not for a long time, though. My grandpa had a big, black Harley when I was little. He used to take all us grandkids for rides. And my dad had a mini-bike, but it was stolen. :/