Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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relationship goals: finding someone who looks @ you the same way paul looks @ georgia #bye
Raven Gazpacho Green, if you don’t stop coming into my inbox and hurting my feelings, I’m going to fite you. My beautiful babies who are just happy to not be alone. k i l l me.
Look in the mirror before you make judgements.
Motherfucker.
one of these days someone will be searching for a clark kent rp blog and will find you instead lmao #blocked #blacklisted #reported
Someone has Skeet Ulrich syndrome. #Sued.
When you search Mimi Clark on youtube and get Clark Kent instead.
JOKO GROON.
please, don’t even. the title doesn’t really SUIT me. — but yeah, if you need someone to stop people from blowing themselves up, I’m definitely your guy… ‘cause I’d blow myself up instead. see, got more BANG in me than you’d expect. lucky for the both of us, there won’t be a chance for me to prove it to you. I’ll leave it to Stanley to keep you entertained.
Lucky for the both of us is right. I don’t think I could handle a grown man crying through his orgasm. Oh, and while we’re on the subject of banging, if self sacrifice is all you have left to offer the women in your life, I feel supremely sorry for them.
JOKO GROON.
maybe when people’ll stop acting like children, I’ll stop runnin’ to their aid. until then, I’ll use it as an excuse to get out of unpleasant situations kinda like this one. —- Mistress Clark, Jericho’s first and only Dominatrix. gotta admit it’s got a nice ring to it. but yeah, not gonna happen. not a fan of ball gags, I do like to talk back. besides, dynamite’s more my thing… I’ll understand if it’s too extreme for your tastes. we could always to stick to witty comebacks.
Hey, Daddy Jake --- I’m so not arguing that one. Someone’s gotta keep the idiots from blowing themselves up. Speaking of blowing themselves up...you would like any form of dynamite wouldn’t you. Funny thing is, I don’t think you have enough bang in your own personal buck in order to keep me entertained...witty comebacks AND sexual pleasures included.
JOKO GROON.
I don’t give up easy, at all, I just happen to have more IMPORTANT things to do. like, you know, running this town. but yeah, sure. I’m all about BDSM, in and out of the bedroom. it’s common knowledge. I’ll come back for more when I’m feeling particularly masochistic.
Right, can’t take you away from your nannying duties. Wow, well when the masochism returns, and you’ll be sure to tell me when it does...I’d prefer a ball gag, a feather duster, and for you to formally address me as Mistress Clark.
JOKO GROON.
yeah, that we do. ——– all right, guess it’s my cue to leave. this was FUN. kinda like walking barefoot on broken glass. do this again sometime?
Sure, if you’re into giving up that easy and like pieces of shards stuck to your soles...but something tells me you’re kinda INTO the whole self-torture thing so I’m pretty sure that’s a definite possibility. Of doing this again sometime, I mean.
JOKO GROON.
you call those DEMONS — all right. thought you liked your job.
Yeah, I did...probably just as much as you liked the “THUG” life but hey, I guess we all grow up sometime.
/blows kisses @
These icons are terribad. Yet I feel the need to post the twins anyway. I mean, what is my life. Your themecan fuck off along with yourobscene talent. Kthx.
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new theme !! — finally satisfied. /yodels.
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Stanley,
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you. Since we’ve heard your voice. Seven months and I’ve already forgotten which eyebrow quirks up when you ask an embarrassingly stupid question. Jake’s been amazing. He found a family in the one you had to give away. In me. In Bonnie. I named her Bonnie. Our little girl, the one we both know you’d love the hell out of. Jake loves her too. Enough for you, for the both of you. He loves me too, I guess he took the whole ‘take care of them’ to heart because god is he trying. You were right, Stanley. My forever was here. With Jericho. With this farm. And with our baby. We miss you and we will always love you.
Tell your parents and Bonnie ‘Hi’ for me,
Mimi.
JOKO GROON.
somehow I knew you’d say that… no, thank you, but I’m doing just fine with the best friend card — hey. you don’t get to lecture me on that. I’m not that guy anymore.
And I’m not part of the IRS anymore, but we all have our demons don’t we?
JAKE.
DEATH followed Jake Green like a shadow, a constant but unwanted presence he just couldn’t shake. ever since Chris Sullivan’s untimely passing, he’d become acquainted with the Grim Reaper – because from that night on, a string of bodies would follow; but never Jake himself, only everyone else around him. The Girl in Iraq, Freddy, Maggie, his Father, Bonnie, Beck… maybe it was his curse, to survive everyone he’d ever cared about, those he’d sworn to protect. maybe he deserved it.
(but they didn’t.)
it was his burden to bear, direct consequence of his choices - ever getting involved with Jonah, then the mercenaries… antagonizing Phil Constantino, then Goetz, starting a war after another. it would’ve been easy to blame the circumstances; John Smith, the bombs, Valente and the new Government, J&R and Ravenwood, but no matter which side he looked at it, the outcome remained the same. those people were dead.
and now Stanley was too.
his best friend of a lifetime, Jake’s first partner in crime and confidant, a brother from another mother. they’d been through their best and worst years, together, and even though Green had travelled the world, he’d never known a man as good as Stanley —– a farmer, not a soldier. although he was never supposed to find himself on the frontline, they hadn’t been left a choice. with the Major out of the picture, they’d lost more alliances than they could afford, and now civilians were fighting alongside the military in what had soon turned into a senseless bloodbath. but they wouldn’t give up, for too much was at stake: their freedom and their future.
future. Stanley had one, waiting for him in Jericho. his wife and his unborn child, the reason he’d gone out there to help defend their lines. – rough palm pressed to his lids in an attempt to stop tears from falling, as he dragged himself up the Richmonds’ doorsteps. a bad case of deja vu, except this time he wasn’t sure he’d be able to find the words - break the news to the only person in this world who wouldn’t want to hear them more than Jake himself.
a sharp intake of breath stuck in his throat the moment Mimi’s voice graced his ear, panic rising in his chest from the depth of his stomach. he stopped in his tracks, as if frozen in place, puffy, bloodshot eyes now wide like a deer’s caught in the headlights. how was he going to do this? tell a pregnant woman that her husband wasn’t coming back? that it was his fault, that he hadn’t been able to save him?
❛ Mimi— ❜ voice hoarse, he cleared his throat, barely holding himself together as he watched the door open to a crack, ❛ it’s me, it’s —- ❜ just ❛ Jake. ❜
Life had changed for Mimi Clark. Considerably adaptable and well trained in many resources throughout her life, this finality of change had been the one to catch her off guard. An apocalypse born in the mind of some nameless psychopath had caused Mimi her family. Her security. Everything the brunette had worked towards her entire life. It’d thrown her in the middle of nowhere Kansas and flipped the woman’s view on the world. The bombs had brought an abrupt end to a world that had closed Mimi’s eyes. Where determination and a hard exterior were the only ways Mimi would have ever advanced. Where the hustle and bustle of every day life made you feel like time was constantly running out.
And maybe that’s because it always was.
Ever since the bombings, it’d been easier than ever for Mimi to enjoy her life. To slow down and not take things for granted. Stanley and her had become a whirlwind of emotions swept up in the aftermath of the end of the world. But they had been their own devising. A decision of slow burning build up and a newfound appreciation for the world’s changes. With Mimi’s limited view on the world and Stanley’s vast experience at patience and compassion, they’d made an unlikely duo. Strong and solid. Not even the death of Bonnie Richmond had torn them apart. Two souls intertwined in the whispers of vows and the steel of wedding rings.
Yet, as Jake’s appearance on her doorstep, Mimi could already feel her world about to crash around her. Fingers shook with a delicate trace of knowing as those espresso laden hues fell upon his features. She took in the ragged lines of his face, memorizing those moments before he’d speak. Breaking the silence with every heart pounding syllable. Baited breath awaiting a string of words that the brunette couldn’t wouldn’t hear.
“Jake?”
Her voice held its firm grasp around his name. An inflation of diplomacy that was only ever reserved for the former IRS Agent she’d been once upon a time ago. Yet she found it now, in the lines of his face and the tiredness of his eyes. She found it in his defensive stance, awkward and drained all at the same time. Mimi read his features and every muscle outlined in his frame and she knew he was here for more than just a check up. Alone and resolute, a FEAR gripped to the brunette’s chest, refusing to let go but her own stubborn rebuttal lining her jaw as she stepped out onto the porch proper.
“What is it?”
JOKO GROON.
we grew up together, he’s used to it. but then again, you get to play the girlfriend card… Stanley’s a patient guy —- hoho! Mimi Clark; IRS witch, farm girl and now drug dealer. man, you ARE full of surprises.
Sorry, would YOU like to pull the girlfriend card instead? I’d be more than willing to lend it to you, hell you might even use it more than I have. Says Jake Green, bootcamp brat, town troublemaker, and ‘disappearing without a trace’ extraordinaire.
