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You’re right. Maybe it’s just ‘a day from hell’ as you call them. I could write an essay on days from hell, on feeling alone.

#* / lucy.#this is his GIRLFRIEND and he loves her very much

li4r

Hi i am Deficient in so many minerals and im about to do something ill regret

#* / musings.

garhedlund

#* / nolan.#he's so pretty #the purest!!!#i'm also super duper conflicted bc he technically has a ship rn #but like??? the whole vibe of the ship is really angry and desperate and dark and it's really not what he needs?????#he just needs someone NICE i-

cightseconds

a couple things i love about my sewer rat cowboy son:

- he’s a very quiet, nonverbal person (outside of his singing), and he always has been. he’d prefer to go days without speaking, but when he does, his words are thought-out and meaningful. his vocabulary is incredible, and he sounds like he’s got a phd in philosophy with the way he talks about things. he’s funny if you let him be. - his grandfather vincent and his aunt milly are his two favorite people. while he loves the rest of his family, they are the two that understand him the most. in a way, a lot of his personality is a combination of the two of them, since they were incredibly involved with raising him. - his bull riding arc? what a thing of tragic beauty. he didn’t know how to deal with life, or what he wanted to do with it, so he ran with doing something that threatened it in eight second intervals. chasing that rush and dancing with death did its job, though, and nearly killed him. it left him with a life sentence of chronic pain and not a drop of satisfaction or purpose. - he’s incredibly empathetic, like milly, but it’s far less developed than hers. this is part of the reason why he’s not as verbal as the average person— he doesn’t need to ask as many questions or use conversation as a tool of clarification. - he is angry. fucking fuming, almost constantly. it’s a problem. but, he doesn’t make it anyone else’s problem. sure, he directs all that anger to himself, which translates to self-destructive habits, but he’s also one of the most compassionate characters i have ever written. he understands his shit is his own. he isolates and he denies, but he also uses all that anger to do everything he can so no one he loves feels the way he does. - that being said, in an argument, he goes for the fucking throat. it’s rare, but he can be cruel. he will weed out insecurities and secrets and denied truths (using that handy-dandy enhanced empathy he’s got) and turn someone on their head with the way he dishes them out. he gets this from both his mother and his father, both of whom he’s exposed this mean side of himself to. - those mean arguments? a surefire way to spark one is to insult or threaten someone he loves. he doesn’t give a fuck about himself, but he’ll gladly fall on any sword for his family. another way? be an asshole to a woman in front of him. he may have a broken back but he’s also got no fear, so go ahead and play your cards, bud.

#about.#i love my son

@bondsforged ( abel ) said : “ the world barely makes sense, so it follows that crime doesn’t either ”

“ you know, i never actually knew my aunt profiled killers. it just --------- she never struck me as the kind of person to be occupied in something that dark. ” he speaks slowly, letting his genuine confusion show. he was only a kid when she did it before, so he’s not surprised it was kept from him. that being said, he also understands why any aspect of his aunt that would strike him as being capable of understanding darkness would have been kept from him too. growing up was a weird, eyeopening thing. “ but, i guess if anyone can make any sense of crime, it’d be the woman who can look at a person for five seconds and know if they're lying or not. ”

he hadn’t had many conversations with abel in the time that he’d known him, but he’d had enough to know whether or not he liked the guy. it was sudden, the way he was introduced. it seemed like his aunt had known abel for years, and everyone else was just catching up with her. she didn’t have a single doubt that her future would have abel in it, so, the family went along with it. if milly found her person, no one was going to doubt him. nolan, being perhaps the most introverted in the family, didn’t mind getting to know the guy in stages. a small talk about music, a shared distaste for beer, a couple real laughs about nothing in particular. in all honesty, he admired what he knew about abel so far.

“ either way, ” he states, “ i’m glad it’s over. i mean, it’s not everyday when you find out the aunt who bakes everyone’s birthday cakes and hosts the thanksgivings also hunts down serial killers. no one wants to say it, but finding out how close she got to the whole thing scared the living shit out of everyone. ”

#* / answered.#* / icon.#bondsforged #nolan picking up on the fact that profiling isn't good for milly i'm-#he's SMART #i'm LOVE him

@tcughguy said : “ is that a trick question ? ”

“ what word is always spelled incorrectly ? ”

nolan had asked tim the question about an hour ago, just when he could tell the alcohol was getting to him. nolan didn’t enjoy being a bartender by any means, but one thing nolan wouldn’t ever not get a kick out of was asking the patrons stupid fucking questions --------- if they figured it out within the hour, he’d give them a free shot. it had become a routine for tim to come to nolan every saturday night, prepared for the question of the week. kota often figured it out easily, but she never told tim.

“ no, it’s not a trick question, tim. you’re just drunk and don’t get it. listen to the question. what word is ALWAYS SPELLED incorrectly ? i mean, jeez, i’m practically tellin’ you, man. ”

tim had some good answers. restaurant. waxahachie. even supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. every time he seemed to give up, nolan would watch him from his position behind the bar and shake his head and giggle at how hard the guy seemed to be thinking about it. he wanted that goddamn shot.

eventually, the hour was up, and tim sat himself in a stool before him. nolan tossed his rag over his shoulder and leaned forward, awfully proud of himself.

“ it’s incorrectly. the word is LITERALLY incorrectly. ”

#poor tim. i would LITERALLY go feral #* / answered.#* / icon.#tcughguy

@vicebuilt said : “ you’ve got the wrong idea about me ”

“ i mean, i really don’t got any idea about you. ” nolan quips back, not intending to sound like an asshole, but soon realizing he did. or, maybe he did want to sound like an asshole --------- how would she know what kind of ideas he had ? who was she to assume he had the wrong idea about her ? nolan takes a drag from his cigarette, knowing he was being all too cynical for his own liking. he lets out a sigh of smoke, looking up at her from a chair on the back porch of the warden.

“ i don’t know you well enough to have an idea about you. i know you’re with vince, or whatever you want to call it, and i know you’re gonna work for my mom. that’s about it. i tend to wait until i have a conversation with someone to weigh the content of their character, and i don’t pay attention to any of the shit people talk in this town. so, consider me a clean slate, ready to believe whatever display of yourself you wanna show me. ”

#vicebuilt #nolan warden: king of minding his own business #* / answered.#* / icon.#/ smoking