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indie jake peralta. selective. 

[beatsiebcy]

after unfollowing all inactive blogs i now follow.......... eleven people. wow

[beatsiebcy]

[ beastie boys voice ] listen up y’all its a starter call

[shawnshuttlesworth]

I’ve been going outside at random times and taking pictures of frames that make me think of “emptiness”

[beatsiebcy]

COOL COO COOL COOL NO DOUBT NO DOUBT 

indie jake peralta written by sophie. reboot of badittude. bad at promos.

[beatsiebcy]

HEY NERDS over the next few days ill be re-purposing this blog to bring back an old muse SO if u dont vibe with faeries........... this is ur warning

[beatsiebcy]

hello babies just thought i’d pop in to let you all know i have  moved nox to stef’s blog!!  you can now find both my babies over at  @mcneyhoney​  where i will be waiting for yous.... write w me....... love me..... i miss u

[beatsiebcy]

wassup babies who wants 2 write

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[mcneyhoney]

ALSO while i’ve been gone i’ve watched avatar: the last airbender like three times and this has lead me to desperately vibe zuko. like…….. i am one episode away from making a blog. i WOULD write aang bc ngl he inspired 12 y/o me so much he’s the reason i can’t scrap but i feel like he’s too close to nox in mannerisms. but zuko…… zuko we love…. FUCK IT MAYBE I’LL WRITE SOKKA. OR TOPH

[beatsiebcy]

reblogging here bc HELP ME i’ve always loved zuko and like.... writing him mid-redemption..... writing him POST redemption.... fire lord zuzu.......

[madeline-kahn]

[beatsiebcy]

 ( open. )  

    you know them grim lookin’ santas that do be hangin’ out on street corners shakin’ the bell and bucket at everyone that passes by? that weird american thing --- ain’t seen one anywhere but in the movies, truth be told. ever see it in the movies when there’s one manky lookin’ santa?? bag of presents??? more like bag of bones. our boy is the image of them today --- merry christmas! 

    instead of a bell he’s swinging a half empty bottle of southern comfort  ( getting steadily more empty with each “ring”, mind you )  swaying back and forth with his grimy santa hat falling over his eyes. heyup lads  ----  its skagta. 

             “ giz money f’th’poor lads! the poor!!! me! i’m poor! “

[consultingsister-aa]

𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. Let them take it all away, the sweet Rosé, the Cartier, to stop the warden call your name, I’d give you all my freedom babe.                                                                                                               // @strcngemercy

[beatsiebcy]

MERRY CHRISTMAS KIDS guess who got a new laptop 4 christmas suRPRISE IT’S ME I’M BACK BABY

[beatsiebcy]

“It does not look better on you,” she grumbles. For a moment, she stares up at him, eyes narrowed. It’s not a you’re in trouble look through, she’s considering. It’s not quite right. They might be running late, but she’s not stepping out with him in aything less than fabulous, not when she’s secretly aiming to be on the Vogue’s Best Dressed Couple list again this year.  “No, change the jacket. I hate leather on leather. Wear the long black wool one I got you.” 

   yes it does look fuckin’ better on me she’s just fuckin’ ragin’ cos i’ll make the best dressed list again and they’ll crop her out the picture.   she mentions the wool and he huffs, throwing his arms up in a dismissive gesture.  “ i ain’ wearin’ no fuckin’   cardigan!  people already think m’gone soft after y’made me wear tha’ fuckin’ tweed shite last month! i’ll pu’ on black jeans or sommat  ---  the jacket  stays. “

[beatsiebcy]

                   THE HUNTER LOOKS AT  the dog with a fondness in his eyes.    he can see how exhausted scooby is getting these days,  and it brings him more sadness than he’d like to admit.    he’d gotten USED to this family,  nox,  scooby,  ghost…  they were all a part of a gang that couldn’t be replaced.    losing one?    that idea was devastating.    fingers take the joint and bring it to his lips,  and as he goes about taking a drag  —  he drops into the space provided.

                   ❝ poor bud,  that’s the third time tonight. ❞    but he understood,  scooby was just aging.    xander takes another breath,  lets the calm FILL him,  and then hands the joint back to his partner.    

                  a genuine grin is forming now.    ❝ yeah.  it’s like they gave up before even FILMINGit. which is wild, considering how night was just so… legendary. ❞     he curls into the two,  hand sliding to rest along nox’s side.    ❝ still fun to watch,  if only to shit on them the whole time. ❞ 

     nox keeps a hand on scooby’s side, absentmindedly rubbing circles into greying fur to help the great dane’s eyes close a little easier. his free hand takes the joint, tapping it’s ash into the skull shapes ashtray balanced on the couch’s arm. it’s his fourth tonight, if those red eyes and his vacant stare aren’t giveaway enough. 

             “ he ain’t drinkin’ enough t’be goin’ like that, “   mumbled around the joint before he takes a pull. he won’t mention the accident scooby had in the kitchen that prompted nox to take him outside, feels like he owes the dog some kind of dignity.  

         he takes more than their usual  three pulls, pass,   keeping the joint for now.   “ watched  mars attacks!   earlier, this came up in t’recommended after. s’fuckin’ shite. even watchin’ it baked i ain’t gettin’ any entertainment from it, can only focus on how every fuckin’ aspect of it sucks. still, though, bitta background noise, innit? “

[consultingsister-aa]

STARTER CALL // @strcngemercy

“We’re late! We were supposed to be at the restaurant fifteen minutes ago!” It’s funny that, as your kids gets older, your birthdays just become second birthdays for the kids. The house is a mess from a makeshift birthday party Molly and Wolf had thrown her, filled with party games that would only actually be fun if alcohol was involved. But the babysitter is here now, it’s Cee’s night now. She stands in front of the hall mirror, putting in her earrings and fixing her hair before looking up the stairs at her husband. “Is that what you’re wearing, really?” 

[beatsiebcy]

    " chill out babe, m’comin’ -- “   he’s just been raiding cee’s wardrobe for the last half an hour, having his own little fashion show in her best bits. probably the best thing about having a stick insect with a job for a wife  --- they can share clothes! whether she wants to or not. he stands at the top of the stairs in one of her black chiffon blouses, tucked into black leather pants and paired with her favourite leather jacket. at her comment he cocks a hip, arms raised.  “ don’ be pissy jus’ cos it looks better on me! “

[beatsiebcy]

She’s never really been a partner to someone. She’s played doting wife, slutty girlfriend, even loving mother to a couple lost boys ( more and more since Nox came into her life ) but she can never say she’s been someone partner. The person they come to and make decisions with, she’s either making them alone or they’re making them without her. That’s not just their fault, she knows that, she has a stubborn independent streak inherited from her father but in those moment she would have liked to be involved, they never give her a chance. She wants to proveherself. She thought they were getting closer to someone like that, before he left.

But Nox is a child; the thirteen years between them has never felt so long. If anything, she should be pleased it lasted as long as it did. She should maybe even be happy he came home. His words are more mature than she expected. While Cee doesn’t tear her eyes away from the mugs, she knows he’s trying not to cry. She can hear it in his voice, the way he breathes. At the mention of his father, she pauses, teaspoon mid-stir as the sugar dissolves.

Nox’s dad has never scared her like he scares Nox. Of course not, in the same way her ex-husband would never scare Nox in the same way he can worry Cee. Trauma can’t be shared with words, it has to be lived to be really felt. A vague notion of what Nox would have felt as he grew up can only go so far. She moves over to the table, placing down the two mugs and taking a seat for herself. “If you had stayed, they wouldn’t have gone through anything. We could have dealt with him, together. We would have dealt with it as a family. Instead you left me to explain to Molly why her father wasn’t at her fucking birth–” she stops, something rising in her throat. Do not cry. Her mouth twists. “Where is the stupid dog? Wolf will want to see Scooby before you fuck off again.” Whether he’ll leave for another hit or she’ll kick him out before he gets the chance remains to be seen, but she’s always wanted this to work.

    his hands slip around the mug, fingers happy to have the comfort of a hot cuppa between them to warm out the months of cold. can’t remember the last time he had a cup of tea, strange as that thought is to be passing through his mind right now. he sniffs - not because of tears but because of a cold he’s been carrying since his last hit, a little over a month now. a glance in her direction as he takes a sip. 

        “ i know tha’ now, which m’sure y’don’ wanna hear bu’ i’on know wha’ else to tell ya other than the truth. he scared me. been too long since i seen ‘im an’ jus’  ----  flight or figh’ kicked in. we both know i ain’ gonna beat him, so. “   a small shrug, one hand leaves the cup to paw at his eye.  “ he’s livin’ two streets over, now. i  ---  matt checked f’me. i been at th’haus th’last two days, tryin’a work up th’courage t’come home. think th’boys’re gonna storm his house t’night. “ 

    the mention of molly’s birthday has his head lifting, a hand going to his pocket to pull out a little blue box.  newbridge silverware  ---  ireland’s closest thing to  tiffany’s  and almost as expensive. it’s slid across the table. inside there’s a locket shaped like a daisy, empty for now. he wasn’t sure if cee would want her having a picture of him. thought she might have a new man for mol to call dad. didn’t wanna overstep.  “ ---- i though’ bout them every day. fat lot of good it did ‘em, but i did. s’got her birthday on th’back of it -- “ 

     oh. scoob. fucking ---  scooby. eyes hit the table again and he can only shrug, head shaking. in truth nox isn’t sure what happened to scooby. they were staying at a skag house in dublin, not their first time doing it, either. all nox knows is one day scoob was sitting there, sniffing out the boy’s breath to make sure he was still breathing, and the next day it was nox’s turn to check the breathing.  the more he thinks about it the less nox is sure what happened. couldn’t remember when they last ate, or had water. pretty sure they hadn’t gone outside in at least a week. there were needles everywhere but  ----  he doesn’t wanna think about it anymore.