burn it to the ground.

a sad story is a black space. on ( one side ) is before and on the other side is after, and what is inside belongs only to the dead.

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MEME.

TAGGED BY: i mean i stole it off the dash so. technically @youngbxker ...

NAME:  Alfred ‘Alfie’ Kaspar.

AGE :  Late twenties.

SPECIES: Human.

GENDER:  Male.

ORIENTATION:  Pansexual, panromantic. I think.

INTERESTS:  Sharp objects, motorbiking, motorcross,

PROFESSION:  Verse dependant.

BODY TYPE:  Average, slim but well built.

EYES: Dark brown.

HAIR:  Dark brown.

SKIN:  Fairly light, tanner in summer.

HEIGHT: 5′9″

COMPANIONS:  Verse dependant. @ownheroes / @gentlemind

ANTAGONISTS: Verse dependant. ( Everyone. )

PET PEEVES: People being assholes, unnecessary sexism, people talking when headphones are on.

COLOURS: Charcoal, blood red, black.

SMELLS: Dirt, blood, leather and engine oil.

FRUITS: Hah.

DRINKS:  Black iced coffee, beer, water.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?  yes  [ x ]  ||  no [ ]  ||  occasionally [ ]

FAVORITES:  None

SMOKES?  yes [ ]  ||  no [ ]  ||  occasionally  [ x ]

DRINKS?  yes [x]  ||  no [ ]  ||  occasionally [  ]

DRUGS?:  yes [ ]  ||  no [ ]  ||  occasionally [ x ]

DRIVERS LICENSE?:  yes [ x ]  ||  no [ ]  

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@ownheroes​:

     A roll of his eyes and a snicker, his head turning away from his ‘friend’ as if he’s had enough. He has, but he can’t just leave.  “ Who says you won’t fall into bad habits if I get you out? “  Alfie makes it sound so easy, like everything will be all sun and rainbows once Roy breaks him out of prison. He turns back to face Alfie, with another heavy sigh.  “ You’re not loveable. You’re a fucking idiot. “  There was no way Oliver would agree to this, let alone Diggle and Felicity. But maybe, like the Suicide Squad, there was a chance.  “ Okay, I’ll try and convince them. But no promises. “

           “whats to say i will? come on roy, you’ve known me MOST of your life. you get a redemption arc, so why cant i?” NO his friend would rather see him ROT in prison -- alfie was too blinded by his need to escape that he didn’t particularly care roy called him unloveable. he had his charms in plenty-fold. he’d have moved closer, had the cuffs around his wrists not confined him to the ‘interview’ tables edge. “. . .try isn’t good enough. this place is suffocating me.”

[gentlemind]

                                       remember to be kind

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

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guess who back, back again. bee is back. tell a friend.

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           “can you like, NOT, be a LITTLE BITCH for maybe two seconds and fucking listen?” jesus christ, kids these days are arrogant. then again, thinking back at himself in them days he doesn’t wonder why. he was as much an asshole as this kid probably was. “i just want to talk. then you can go back to ABUSING DRUGS or whatever the cool kids do these days.” / @dirtymcney

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            HES BLEEDING. it’s everywhere, and he’s angry at himself that he’d do something like that. WHY THE HELL did lucas drive him to this point repeatedly, why did he keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing until alfie can do nothing but snap. he honestly hadn’t meant to this time -- but the next thing they knew, neither of them were in any good shape. but he’d left the fight with lucas and ended up at a bar, which -- AS USUAL -- led to another fight. it had taken him over an hour to get home. upon opening the door he’s greeted by a dog; “hey peanut. we wont tell jess about this, yeah?”  / @tendersouled

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dontdoboyfriends:

                       “The guy who’s going to make you believe in god again. — But you can call me CONNOR for now.”

               “FUCK GOD -- i’ll fight him.” he certainly wants to. “bandit.”

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tohappiness:

                   “ sure. ” he’s teasing but is she? she’s not even sure herself. the bottle is finished and she simply reaches under her bed and pulls out a new one. “ college things ? what the fuck ? i’m not a fucking NERD. ”

          “UMMMM. who the fuck is in medical school here? i literally barely graduated high school.” if he hadn’t met jess, then god knows if he’d even PASSED that stage. he’s stealing the bottle off of her, to unscrew the top and take a SWIG.

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tohappiness:

               “ whatever else he has, it’s his loss. i’m awesome. ” the glass she’s handed is empty within a second, a breath leaving her lips afterwards. “ i’m not sad. i just drink because i don’t got anything else to do. ”

            “you can be MY piece on the side if you want.” teasing, of course, he’s EVER FAITHFUL to his jess. he almost laughs as he finishes the bottle, folding his arms as he leans back. “um, you’re at college -- do college things. like my ever so wonderful girlfriend.”

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tohappiness:

                     “ i was gonna say the same.” & for a brief moment the grin is returned but VANISHES as she goes to down another shot. “ i don’t get dumped. look at me. the guy’s probably dead. or with his girlfriend, i don’t know. ”

             “maybe he’s got a BOYFRIEND and you were his piece on the side for a while.” he pours a shot of the vodka, slides it over to her and downs the remainder of the bottle in one go. “so you’re sad? drinking away the troubles?”

[evabrighis]

[afycso]

Ryan’s LiveJournal Mon, Feb 6 2006

[benafflecks]

The Edge of Love (2008)

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tohappiness:

& @chaosmaking. 

            “  i’m gonna have this drink and many more after.               sit down and JOIN ME or leave me the hell alone.  ”

         “AS IF i’d say no, sav. just dont tell jessy.” the grin on his face is trademark ( property of an asshole ) as he joins her. “why are you drinking alone in your dorm anyway -- get dumped again?”

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ownheroes:

          “ your ass is cute, “  he responds mockingly and rolls his eyes, though opposite alfie it doesn’t do much. no matter the reputation or skills roy had built for himself, alfie was always the crazier with more fucked up ideas. as much as possible roy avoided looking directly at his eyes. somehow their past and used to be friendship still held something over roy, as if he could snap back into his bad habit just by being in the same room as alfie.  “ crime is thriving because of guys like you, who think they can do whatever the hell they want. “  though, guys like him had been roy too in what felt like a lifetime ago. as much as roy struggle to bite back, using the hatred for alfie’s wrongdoings to despise him, he still can’t stop those words getting to his head. you’re not going to let me down. eyes look to the side, his hand fidgeting on his sleeve where his arm guard would be.  “ fuck you. —- there’s no way i can persuade the arrow or the team to let you in. “

          “i always knew you were into me.” he’s silent for a moment, as if DEEP IN THOUGHT, but instead he’s trying to work out what roy is thinking. “okay -- so you don’t get me out of here and get the GANG to accept my help -- then what happens? i get out of here at my own accord and fall back into bad habits, you bump into me again and then what? isn’t it better to UTILISE my skills now? people can change -- pfft, i can change. you can totally persuade them -- you’re good at that.” he sighs, leaning forward once again, looking roy straight in the eye despite the fact he can tell roy is trying to avoid that. “they’ll love me. i’m loveable.”

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ownheroes:

     “ doesn’t matter if they’re good or ernst stavro fucking blofeld. “  so what if he was using a fictional villain as an example? either way, his tone of voice was just as frustrated.  “ killing is a no no, alf. don’t you get that? you’re just as bad… “ as them, he had wanted to say but as soon as the words were forming he felt a pang of guilt. this was his ex best friend he was talking to, after all. the ‘ex’ was important considering the change in sides of the law.  “ you’re out of control, we can’t be holding back your explosive tendencies while we’re working! you’d have better luck trying out for the suicide squad. “

          “did you just tell me that KILLING is a NO NO. thats cute.” he leans back as far as his hands ( cuffed to the table ) will let him. yes, he wants out, but no, he doesn’t want to change. he doesnt even think he CAN CHANGE? “right -- you know i can stop whenever i want to stop and you guys need me. that’s not an exaggeration. you’re struggling here, crime is at an all time high -- i can help you. come on man, we practically GREW UP together. you’re not going to let me down now, i need you.”