ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

ind. richard gecko, highly selective.

[hermanogecko]

you’re not  like  me     ❪     &   you don’t  wanna  be.     ❫

[culebraed-blog]

au where nobody is a culebra and seth gets his bar in the keys,  ft. @hermanogecko

[culebraed-blog]

hermanogecko.

‛     uh–huh.  then what ?  we  lose it  again,  just like last time ?     ’

❛   we take it back.  what,  you gonna let some glorified  paper cut  stop you from teaching that slippery bastard who’s runnin’ the show ?   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

hermanogecko.

‛     yeah,  barely,  in between keepin’ them in line   &   bein’ the goddamn lee marvin to greely’s  john vernon  in point blank.     ’

❛   then what are you so pissed about ?  vernon takes a swan dive in his birthday suit  &  marvin guns down,  like,  two-thirds of that whole organization.  money’s on the hook,  brother  —  we just gotta reel it in.   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

studyofsix.

‛     –––––     !     stop doing that.     ’     third time’s the charm.  at this rate,  they’ll have perfected the  startled kitten  sound by eight.

@culebraed

❛   stop doing what ?   ❜    cut him a  little  slack  —  it’s a slow night.

[joypendants]

Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.

We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)

[culebraed-blog]

hermanogecko.

‛     that’s the  million dollar question,  brother.  you got a lot of mouths to feed around here,  don’t ya ?    ’

❛   yeah,  seth  —  we do.  but don’t worry about it.  i mean,  hey,  as long as nobody’s looking at you like a  meal ticket,  what the hell d’ you care ?  we got 'em under control.   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

nonsensewikia.

the reason he got so much business  (  which didn’t involve the bar  )  was because he was far  too  chill about the situation.  normally there were men filled to the rim with paranoia about getting robbed or just untrusting to customers.  he just couldn’t be bother to care.    ❛   I COULD HANDLE IT,  bu’  i ask a lot’a stupid questions.  it’s like my specialty.   ❜    smug smile.    ❛   these are what we got.  i mean, if you can  HANDLE them.   ❜    he’s giving them a look.  a ‘see what i did there’ look.  hand reaches to open the cabinet which cased the guns.

❛   your  specialty  sounds like a fast  &  dirty road to a  bullet  between the eyes.  anybody ever tell you that ?   ❜    he doesn’t deal extensively with cartels  —  not directly,  at least  —  but hierarchies like theirs usually come with a few universal rules.    ❪  when you’re a  grunt,  keeping your head down  &  your mouth shut is a good place to start.  evidently,  this kid missed that part on career day.  ❫    a quick visual tour of the munitions cache,  simultaneous with the quiet scoff of a laugh tempered in wry amusement.    ❛   i’ll take my chances  —  along with everything you’ve got in here.  now let’s talk numbers.   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

purrsuasion.

        “who, me ?  please. i might’ve left you boys in the dust, but if fucking it up is your concern, i’d look in the mirror first.”  she smiles, sweetly. a little fake.  “but, i mean —– older water under the bright, right, sweetheart ? ”

❛   no dice.  we’ve been doing this a long time  —  &  we do it just fine without a third wheel.  you’re a liability.  i’ll call off this whole goddamn caper before i do business with a  liability,  you understand ?   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

aintyourpuddin.

she fiddles around with her fingers, shoulders hunching up around her ears a bit. doesn’t make eye contact while he talks. looks like a puppy being scolded. eventually, when she does reply, it’s far more sheepish of a sound than she would seem capable of producing.

❛   don’t– don’t say stuff like that, richie. i’ll cover y’ jus’ fine.   ❜

❛   not if you can’t hit your target.   ❜    blunt,  maybe  overselling it a little,  even if this wasn’t intended as a blatant rebuke.  she sounds damn near  contrite  —  there’s a scant furrow of his brow,  nothing more.    ❛   i’m not sayin’ you gotta be like sharon stone in  ‘ the quick  &  the dead ’  after one lesson.  but we are  professionals.  all i’m sayin’ is,  if you want a piece of the action,  you’ll learn.   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

hermanogecko.

‛     insatiable  bloodthirst,  needs it fresh     –––––     sounds like a  vampire  t’ me.  if the fangs fit,  sink ‘em into someone’s neck.     ’

❛   yeah ?  whose ?  this ain’t a feeding ground,  remember ?   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

hermanogecko.

‛      you here just to  piss on my parade,  hess green ?     ’

❛   –––––––  y’ know,  technically,  hess green wasn’t a vampire.   ❜    that’s an absolute  yes.

[culebraed-blog]

aintyourpuddin.

❛   so let him do th’ shootin’. i’ll be th’ lookout. or th’ distraction. or somethin’. somebody tries t’ hit me, i’ll jus’ smack ‘em with a chair.   ❜    well, at least she’s consistent.

❛   what if they’re comin’ at you with a twelve-gauge ?  what if they got a nine millimeter with a full mag  &  a finger on the trigger ?  or maybe they’re not comin’ at you,  maybe it’s me.  maybe i’m outta bullets  &  you’re the only one there who’s watching my back.  you have a nanosecond,  if you’re  lucky  —  you hesitate,  you waste time looking for a  chair,  boom.  we’re pink mist.  nothin’ but a couple of stiffs in body bags.  that  is why you’re gonna learn to shoot.  because if the shit hits,  we need to know that you’ve got us covered.   ❜

[culebraed-blog]

❛   i don’t know how you bought a second chance after pullin’ that  kitty collins  shit,  &  i don’t care.  this ain’t some nickel  &  dime shakedown.  you want your cut  — ?  don’t fuck it up.   ❜

@purrsuasion liked !

[culebraed-blog]

i have so much to say about richie’s delusions of grandeur and his loss of perspective and the effects of mental conditioning / manipulation and how Fucked Up this man actually is and i can’t articulate any of it (:

[peterquill]

[culebraed-blog]

aintyourpuddin.

❛   oh, yeah. he even did th’ whole–   ❜   she makes a gesture that, after a moment, becomes a clear pantomime of putting her arms around someone from behind in order to help them aim a gun. then she makes a soft little KAPEW noise, fingers aimed right at richie’s heart.   ❛   – thing. how come you don’t teach me that kinda stuff?   ❜

❛   —  jesus.  careful where you're pointin’ those.   ❜    tendrils of genuine amusement inch their way into his tone,  mouth forming the comma of a smile.    ❛   because he’s a  dead shot.  he learned before i did.   ❜