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LOOK WHO I JUST GOT A MEGA CUDDLE OFF TODAY.

#ooc.#regular posting will resume tomorrow #its been an exciting weekend #this was just one of the highlights #and he held my hand afterwards ;-;

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MINI SEMI-HIATUS (2nd to 6th)

kay so i’m going to be a semi hiatus from tomorrow until monday. i’m going to walker stalker this weekend and staying with a friend as of tomorrow until monday. i’ll probably get on in the evenings and ofc be mobile but i wont have access to my laptop saturday or sunday (i’ll be too busy cuddling the twd cast.) of course i’ll probably post a bunch of pictures up here over the weekend. but i’ll be back properly on monday!

#ooc.#THIS #ill return

letagin:

it was probably a miracle that he wasn’t drunk , given it was the state he was normally found in , but he had to ease off it and he simply wanted to take himself away from home , get much needed fresh air to clear his head. he hadn’t thought too much about the people around him , it wasn’t like he went from country to country and made himself new friends , or remembered many that he had come into contact with , but when he was spoken to , the voice was eerily familiar. it was only when he was snapped from the slight daydream , did he notice who was speaking to him , and he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

❛ i’m sober , lad. human beds are only when i’m drunk , so you’re safe. unless you wanna carry me ‘round the place. and i wasn’t gonna come here , but i was too drunk last time , didn’t really remember much , so i just… came back. it beats ireland. anyway , how’ve you been ? ❜

“wow, must be a first for a lot of people, huh? seeing you sober?” a playful tone was laced in his words as he looked him over and shortly after gave a shake of his head in his direction. human beds, that was a funny way of putting it but jason refused to question it - he just went right along with what he was saying. “i don’t fancy carrying you, you might be alright for a couple minutes but i bet you’re actually pretty heavy after a while. i’m not sure my shoulders can take it.” he shot him a wink, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he moved and sat himself down.

swallowing down the last of the water in his glass he put it back onto the counter with the push of his fingertips just to make sure it wasn’t about to tip off. “i’ve been good, just running this place. there’s not a whole lot going on for me right now minus getting the drunk regulars into taxis, that’s always a fun job.”

#letagin

shot18:

clint never minded a little rain, he had a hood anyways if the weather ended up taking a turn for the worst unexpectedly. but he had checked the forecast before going out for the day and the rain wasn’t supposed to get too bad. maybe more than a sprinkle. so, the offer of a ride was surprisingly especially from a person he had never met, nor seen before. “uh. no thanks. i’m almost close.”

“alright, suit yourself.” jason shrugged his shoulders as he looked to the man and then to the window up at the grey clouds hovering. it would only be a matter of minutes before the heavens opened up and it came gushing down but if he didn’t want a lift he wasn’t about to force him. “good luck with that.”

#shot18

liithium:

“ thanks… “ he extends his arm forward, taking the lighter and putting it to use. “ i dunno. i’d like to blame it on my sister but i can’t say that with certainty. “ izak hands the lighter back to him. “ thankfully there are people like you around. “

“if in doubt blame your sister. that’s always the best option, i do it all the time.” jason smiled and let him take the light before he took it back to light his own cigarette, shoving it back into his pocket afterwards. “oh i’m always handy. so what you doing out here?”

#liithium

owenss:

❝ thanks. but just so we’re clear, i do have the money to pay for it. ❞ she may not look the richest ( she most certainly wasn’t ) but she was never one to just expect things to be free.

“alright, not a big deal. i’ll let you pay for the next one. i just like to offer the first one for free. i do it for everybody, just so we’re clear.” jason smirked and grabbed her beer, getting the cap off before he put it down in front of her. “there you go.”

#owenss

rapiidamente:

She’s never quite trusted free drinks. An odd paranoia engrained in her young, free anything typically makes her second guess. Nonetheless, exhausted, she’ll take it. Isabel has never been one for drinking, but today seems to be an exception.

❝ - Gin and tonic, please. You sure I don’t gotta pay, darlin’? ❞

“i’m sure. first ones on me.”

he couldn’t be giving his drinks away for free but he enjoyed being able to hand out a free one first, it was a pretty good tactic as far as reeling in the customers went. jason shot her a wink and grabbed for a glass to fix her drink up for her.

“after that i can’t make any promises.”

#rapiidamente

lunarwclf:

❛ BETTER RUM? aged maybe? like say from the 18th century then? ❜ sipping his own bottle he set it off to the side for now. THE SMILE WIDENING at the thought. ❛ you know, i think i know EXACTLY WHERE you can get some. if you want to trust me on that. ❜

“i can see about getting that, can’t make any promises since that stuff is probably expensive and i’ve only got a little bar. i’m not made of money unfortunately for me.” jason smiled and sat himself down once he’d gotten himself a bottle of water. when he mentioned knowing where to get it, jason was instantly intrigued. “where can i get it?”

#lunarwclf

intuitivc:

paul had long since mastered sneaking into peoples houses. he’d done this for the better part of his life. he’d pick a lock, take as much as he needed, but not enough for the owners to notice. this was no different, or at least that’s what it should’ve been. he hadn’t expected for noise makers to be set, revealing the mans quiet presence. in retrospect, he should’ve anticipated at least something of the sort. and now, paul stood like a dear in front of headlights.

“nothing that would cause trouble,” he replied. this wasn’t like he’d done before. paul couldn’t help, but be a bit curious, and nervous at the same time.

he was used to regulars stumbling into his house in the middle of the night wanting a drink, that was too be expected when he lived on top of the bar but then he didn’t exactly make a habit out of leaving the door unlocked for that very reason - he had in the beginning. when jason heard the footsteps his head lifted up from pillow and he looked over to see the shadow of a man before his face started to come into view.

“breaking into my house isn’t causing trouble? so what exactly counts as trouble?” jason raised an eyebrow curiously as he got out of his bed and went on over towards the man, hands in his pockets.

#intuitivc

died-a-little-blog-blog

#& aesthetic.

i’ve lost my voice and i’m still really sick but i’m hoping i’ll be able to be more active and get things done here today. sorry i couldn’t yesterday i felt too awful.

#ooc.#it'll probably be inbetween a bunch of naps but hey

amourpoetique

'don't go...'

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go.”

@deadllyshot

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amourpoetique:

Wren sighed sadly before looking at him. “You know that I don’t want to go… You deserve better than me.”

“if you knew who i really was you wouldn’t be saying that.”

#amourpoetique

variousmethodsofescaape:

“…Sure,” Aleister isn’t in the business of turning down free drinks, even in the middle of the afternoon. Some might call her drunk, but she just knows how to seize the day.

that was one way to pull in the customers and it seemed to work for the most part. heading for the door he opened it up and held it open for her. “what’s your poison?”

#variousmethodsofescaape

eggscxlibur:

“It is a grenade. I ain’t lyin’.” With a heavy sigh, Eggsy turned his gaze over his shoulder, ensuring that the space around them was vacant of any buildings or people before he elevated the lighter. He opened the top and struck it before it began to blink red and beep with increasing frequency and pitch.

Abruptly, he drew back his arm and launched it as far as he could before lifting the umbrella he held in his opposite hand. He opened it, and, miraculously, it served to protect them both from the incredible blast that followed.

jason wasn’t about to fall for that, he didn’t know the guy for all he knew he was there to kill him but then he threw it and the hitmans eyes stayed glued to the apparent ‘grenade’ and watched it explode in front of his very eyes, or rather the umbrella shielding him from the blast but he certainly saw the top of it.

“fuck!” cursing out loud his hands raised up defensively and he toppled back a few steps but didn’t fall, thankfully. “jesus fucking christ!” now he had to thank the damn guy for saving his life, that would have been one hell of a way to go out.

#eggscxlibur

iiidiosyncrasies:

. he has to resist the urge to peer closer and satisfy his curiosity. it’s not a great first impression to make to be prying into someone else’s ( possibly illegal ) business. ❝ yeah, sounds great, man. ❞ roman realizes he didn’t get the guy’s name, and there weren’t exactly any nametags for a quick fix. well, he’ll get it later.

❝ so, there any kind of a dress code we gotta follow or…? ❞ he asks as he follows him to the back. ❝ last place i worked was more upscale so if i can ditch the tie, even better. ❞

he should have known better by now than to go having conversations when people could creep up on him, not that he was suspecting this guy of doing such a thing but it put him in an awkward situation. talk about bad first expressions.

“uh no, no dress code just keep it clean i guess. whatever you want to wear, you’ll probably look out of place with the whole suit deal so i wouldn’t suggest it. pants and shirt work, if you’re good with that?” he asked the other male with a smile. “names jason by the way.” looking back at him from over his shoulder he gets round the back and steps into the cellar.

#iiidiosyncrasies

yourcoffeeguru

#& food.#& aesthetic.

yesterdaysprint

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, December 5, 1909

#& aesthetic.#( jas' kind of woman. )

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