JAX FLORES

No gods to rule us No drugs to soothe us No myths to prove stuff No love to confuse us Not bad for a race of demented monkeys. From a cave to a city to a permanent party.

[jaxflores]

beau-mccallum‌:

“If this is the case, why are we discussing the dynamics of you being,” Beau paused trying to think of the man’s exact words. “A great vampire?”  The southern sucked in a breath of air through his teeth as a brow shot up.  “Do I appear to be a forty year old father trying to be cool?”  He questioned with a sternness in his voice, rather concerned at the notion someone could mistake him as such.  After his off the top of the head explanation about the undead’s physique concerning intercourse, Beau figured the conversation may shift to something else. “Not exactly sure that is true,” he stated as he thought back to all the films with vampires.  “I cannot attest to the Twilight films, I never took the time to watch the films.”  Nor did he have the desire to put himself through that kind of agony.  Even though the scone still weighed heavily on his mind, Beau felt somewhat invested in the man’s line of questioning.  “Unless what?”

“Gotta prepare, and it’s kind of a now or never deal. Nobody wants to 70 and immortal, you know what I mean? Better to lock this down as is.” He said with a vague gesture to himself. Of course, he was fairly flexible in his vampire timetable, but as Jax worked through the timeline, the other asked another question. “Huh?” He said, snapping to and giving a slight grimace once the question had a moment to settle in his own mind. “Should I answer that?” He asked, brows knitting together in a moment of genuine curiosity. No way he actually wanted him to answer that. “I mean, no. Not really, anyway. You’ve got this whole... scary professor vibe. Not like, ghost scary but... intimidating. Which is cool, in it’s own way. People dig that.” He answered in a tone that said he believed that had been a sufficient response. “I mean, you’re not missing out. Here’s where I could make an excuse about a younger sister, blah blah blah, but fuck it, no shame in the game. Soundtrack was dope.” He said. He hadn’t intended to elaborate, but Beau had asked, and Jax was most definitely going to forget to Google it. He lowered his voice, almost conspiratorially, and pressed on. “Okay so hear me out — you mentioned the sucking blood thing to get the machinery up and running, right? What if you did a little sucking of the other variety, finish that up and then boned? Same concept, right? I mean, that’s a whole other participant but sometimes that’s just a Tuesday night.”

[jaxflores]

cassandraxwilson‌:

Cass’s brows raised in surprise and amusement at the random comment, her gaze drifting over to Jax as she studied the look of consternation on his face. Even better was when he turned to her and repeated the question - albeit as less of a question and more of a demand for validation. The woman opened her mouth to answer him but before she even got a word out, he was continuing on with his questioning, the words bringing a laugh pealing out from her lips. “Jesus, Jax… you sure ask the hard hitting questions, don’t you?” She shook her head in amusement. “First of all, does it matter if they can bone? You’re not really a vampire, so even if you dress as one - assuming you can bone, you’ll have no problem, I’m sure. Second of all, of course vampires can bone. Have you not watched the movies? They just, you know, have to be polite in the process, on account of they can’t come inside unless they’re invited,” she added with a snicker that turned into a full fledged giggle as she covered her mouth with her hand. 

"What? I’m just saying, 33 is right around the corner, and I’m not saying I’ve peaked because let’s face it, I do get better with age, but my vampire clock is ticking. i have limited time to figure this shit out." He mused, grin curving his lips as he regarded Cass, as if he were truly just an ego boost or two away from figuring out immortality. A look of further indignation crossed his features as she started, but Jax held is tongue while she continued on. So listen he did, appearing to be absorbing the information as she provided it. Her last sentence almost fully escaped him, lips parting to counter her own points, but before any retort was formed, it was strangled out by a laugh. A big, unabashed laugh left Jax as he looked back at her, thumbs wiping the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Fuckin’ perv.” He managed though the sound, shaking his head. “I’m serious, and you make jokes. Planning for my future here,” he said, as though his voice wasn’t still half-shaking from his own amusement. “Vampire’s still gotta work, and Jax Hammer still has a job to do. The adult film industry needs him.” He said, as if his questions were definitely career motivated. Though, now that he’d spoken it aloud, he couldn’t recall if Cass actually knew what Jax’s job was. “OH! That’s a great idea for a film. Invitation Only too subtle for a title? ‘Course it is. You want a writing credit?” He pressed on, brows furrowed as he still uselessly worked through title possibilities. 

[jaxflores]

hughclements‌:

With the weather getting cooler and work becoming slower, Hugh was spending as much time as he could outside. After his morning walk he had decided to take a break and look through emails on the bench, taking no notice of the man beside him until he was spoken to directly. It was certainly not a question he was asked on a daily basis. Hugh looked around awkwardly for a second. He had met plenty of odd people throughout his lifetime, but he had never gotten accustomed as to what to actually do when confronted by them. “Um, is this a rhetorical question?” The man had said honest answers only, but Hugh could only guess what that actually meant. “Vampire boning isn’t something I’ve put much thought into, I’m afraid. And I’m not sure what you mean by being a ‘good’ vampire,” he shrugged. If it was a serious question, then he would need a little more information, because Hugh had no idea what was going on inside this other man’s head.

Jax almost let out a chuckle, unable to think of how the question could be taken any way but exactly how he had presented it. What could a rhetoric vampire possibly mean? Unless he was wrong about the definition of rhetoric — he made a mental note to Google that when he had a moment to do so without immediately being clocked. He pulled a face, shaking his head. “No. Legit, real life vampire. Some Nosferatu, Dracula shit, you dig?” He asked. Jax sighed at the idea of having to properly delve into what being a ‘good’ vampire meant — though the slightest grin at the corners of his lips meant it was a task he was willing to undertake, all the same. “You ever been at a bar, ordered something, like, more complicated that a beer. Let’s say you get an Old Fashioned and you watch them make it, and you get this drink and it’s life-changing. And you know, that’s a good bartender. Or some Leo in the Reverent, or whatever, the one with the bear — level-shit. You watch a performance like that and you’re like, that dude is straight killing it. That right there is a good actor. I would be that, but of vampires.”

[jaxflores]

beau-mccallum‌:

After a five mile run, all Beau wanted was the lemon lavender scone at the café that had been calling his name all morning, when a man he met once before completely bombarded him with questions.    “For a Halloween costume sure,” he replied, merely taking a small moment of pleasure knowing if vampires existed the man before him would not make it as a creature of the night.  The blonde’s eyes widened at the lack of shame from the man.  “Very eloquently put,” Beau commented.  Usually the southern tended to be kinder than his current attitude, but he has yet to have his caffeine fix nor his sugar rush for the day.  “Although, I do not claim to be an expert on the matter. One might assume fornication for a male vampire is plausible after drinking someone’s blood, letting the blood flow down to the crucial areas.”  It rather stunned Beau he managed to keep a straight face at his reply and at the fact he responded in the first place.

Jax sighed, impatience riding the breath as he shook his head. “Man, vampire costumes are for 40 year old dads who are still trying to be cool.” He said, as though it were common knowledge and not a conclusion he’d come to exactly two seconds prior. Or maybe he was just thinking of the dad’s costume in Hocus Pocus — a very real possibility. “No offense if you’re Dracula this year or whatever.” He added, holding his palms up in a brief gesture of placating surrender. The sarcasm flew right over the Texas native’s head as he realized Beau was genuinely going to answer him. The other had such a matter-of-fact way of speaking that Jax found himself nodding, taking it under advisement. “Oh damn, you’re onto something. Vampires always bone in the movies. Pretty sure there’s even a creepy ass vampire baby in Twilight — that shit though, that makes no sense. You seen that thing? Dude like, bites it out of her. Fuckin’ nasty, dude. No way a vampire baby is a thing. Unless...” he trailed off, just barely resisting the urge to ask a follow up question. That felt safer for Google. 

[jaxflores]

"I would be a great vampire,” Jax defended indignantly, brows furrowed in confusion that anyone would ever suggest anything to the contrary. He had no real reason to believe he would, indeed, be a great vampire, but he was sure all the same. The comment was wasted, though, since the current debate was taking place through text. Looking from his phone screen to the person who had the misfortune of being nearest to him, he spoke more directly, as though he hadn’t been defending himself to thin air only moments ago. “Honest answers only, I would be a great vampire, right?” He asked, barely noticing that the question was hardly worded as a question at all. Then, eyes widening in a seeming realization, and narrowing again. “Can you still bone as a vampire? Or is that totally fuckin’ out with the whole dead thing?” He asked, voice slightly softer with a genuine edge of concern, as though this were an issue he would be facing down any day now. It was Halloween season, after all.

[summersblood]

[philadelphia-memes]

weavingsamara‌:

random questions for character building (and fun)

go to karaoke song?

a song that describes them?

are they good at sports?

do they have a favorite movie?

three things in their fridge?

most three recently watched on netflix?

celebrity crush?

are they close to their family?

best thing in their life?

greatest regret?

biggest lie?

biggest flaw?

best accomplishment?

greatest fear(s)?

what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)

what would their hogwarts house be?

did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?

when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

have they ever been married? are they married?

do they have children? have they before?

do they want children?

opinion on pets? cats or dogs?

opinion on horror films?

do they have allergies?

do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

do they have tattoos or piercings? 

do they have any distinctive features or marks?

do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?

are they religious or spiritual? 

are they a morning person or night person?

if they could have any superpower what would it be?

who is their ride or die friend?

[ladytiaret]

“So then the guy says, ‘I think girls who play video games only do it for attention,’“ Cat scoffed and shook her head, stuffing another fry in her mouth. The Square Pie wasn’t nearly as packed as it usually was, but it was a fairly busy crowd for a weekday. She picked up a slice of pizza and sighed at it mournfully. “Now I’m drowning my sorrows in grease and cholesterol. I’m deleting Tinder from my phone because it’s not getting me laid. It’s just getting me fat.”

[jaxflores]

“Men are the worst,” Jax lamented dramatically, rolling his eyes and not at all stealthily stealing one of her fries. Then, lowering his voice and narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward. “Wait — isn’t that why girls play video games?” He asked, the smallest grin curving his lips as he leaned back in case Cat decided to weaponize the fries. “Man, fuck Tinder. It’s for sad, lonely people who want to be more sad and more lonely. That the kind of life you want?” He asked, dismissively. 

[jaxflores]

emsigurdson‌:

“The topic is you. We’re always talking about you.” Em fire back, stretching her legs as her arms lifted over. It was a good answer but would be surprising if he was talking about an entirely different subject other than himself. “Such accomplishment them. In all my thirty years, I have not once broken a man’s heart. This wasn’t the way I had in mind.”

“Half-credit, I need specifics.” He awarded. “Which I will happily pay, in the form of a drink, when you agree to come out with me.” He said casually, shrugging his shoulders like those had always been the terms and conditions of the unofficial wager. “And —” he added, the slightest bit of indignation in his tone as he flashed her a grin. “We talk about me, because I am interesting.” He said, matter-of-factly. Jax let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “If I haven’t properly shown how much you break my heart every second I’m away from you, I’ve failed us both terribly.” He sighed, though that playful grin still lingered — forever the moment dramatic kid in class.

[gabriela-bourbon]

“Yes, I’m listening,” Emilia told her companion, eyes rolling as she dropped the newspaper down from her vision. “It’s called multitasking. I was reading and listen, at the same time. Impressive, isn’t it?” She said sarcastically. 

[jaxflores]

No one had even accused Jax Flores of being even being satisfied with the amount of attention he was receiving in the 32 years he’d been on the planet. Heaving a sigh and resting his elbows on the table, narrowing his eyes in a challenge. “Twenty bucks if you can tell me the last thing I said.” He offered, hoping she didn’t call his bluff — he hadn’t carried cash in probably five years, and opening Venmo seemed like a hassle that he wasn’t willing to bother with. “You’re lucky my ego can take the hit. My heart though — breaks a little bit each time Miss Emilia Sigurdson is too busy to have a conversation with her very close friend.” He said, hand going over his chest as if he could actually show his dramatized heart break. 

[jaxflores]

Jax was good with faces — at least in the ‘yes, that’s definitely a face I’ve seen before’ way. Placing the when, where, who and how is an entirely different story. Currently, he was having a hell of a time placing the woman who had ordered ahead of them at the coffee shop. The voice, the face — it was ringing so familiar that the Texas native has almost unabashedly starring trying to place her. His time in Los Angeles, maybe? A former costar? Maybe an ex. She did look like Jax’s type. (Though, his type tended to fall under the rather sizable umbrella of ‘attractive.’) By the time his order was ready and she’d long since settled in at a table, he knew it was going to annoy him for at least half the day if he didn’t nail this down. At the last moment, he added a pastry to his order as a sort of offering. After all, he didn’t have the brainpower at the moment for a decent line. He thought, maybe, he’d come up with one on the way to her table. Instead, he landed on, “Unless I’m crazy,” He started, pulling out the seat across from her, neatly placing the croissant on her half of the table — absolutely not a crazy behavior, before pressing on. “I know you. Right? I know you from somewhere?” He asked brown eyes narrowed and giving her a friendly, albeit slightly puzzled, smile.”

@godacthena​

[novahpain]

Dawn pushed through the crowd of dancing people, her pace quickening, her face slowly beginning to get hotter. When she started to get like this she learned from experience it was better to just remove herself from the stimulus. If she was in a cartoon, smoke would be coming from her ears and her face would be redder than a tomato. Her foot hurt so badly and it only made her more upset as she trudged through the entrance of the bar. Granted, she had more drinks than usual, but Dawn still felt like her usual self. Still, she couldn’t shake the anger that was running through her, part of her wanting to go back inside and confront the person who pissed her off. “D-did you see that” She said, she tried to regain her balance, her speech slurred. “They fuckin’ pushed me” Her jaw clenched tight, she dug through her purse looking for a cigarette. “You gotta light?” She asked, her heel slamming into the concrete as she tried to regain her balance. 

[jaxflores]

The easiest way to lure in Jax was with the promise of bottle service — and tonight, he’d been caught, hook, line and sinker. At least, he thought that was the phrase. But maybe ‘early bird gets the worm’ was more applicable, because by the time he’d arrived, half the bottle was gone. In all fairness, he was more than an hour late, but promises were promises. So he was predisposed to feeling a bit crankier than usual. Though, once he started drinking, his spirits lifted considerably. All too quickly though, the bottle was empty, and Jax was over this club. The DJ sucked, and the wait time at the bar was longer than he was accustomed to — and far longer than he was willing to actually wait. He knew when it was time for the party to go elsewhere, and he was deeming the time as now. Once he was outside, god help him, he nearly pouted that he was alone in the exit. 

When someone did follow suit, he wasn’t expecting it to be the tattoo artist he hadn’t even caught sight of inside. Then again, he barely paid attention to his own manager inside, so it was no shock that anyone escaped Jax’s notice Confusion read out across his face as she started speaking. “You want me to fight ‘em? Say the word, I’ll fuckin’ do it.” Jax said, stripping off his sport coat jacket, half-serious, though the slightly grin curved his lips as he paused. “Unless he was bigger than me. Big dude? Or like, a face-hitter? Cause this is my number two money-maker and if I break my nose, my manager might personally take off my number one, if you get what I’m saying.” He said, nodding unsubtly downward, eyes widening with the gesture. At the second question, he shook his head, leaning back against the brick. “Never carry one. Not since Amanda back in 2016. She tried to burn my house down. Word of advice my friend, never let a girl — or guy, or anyone fucking else — tell you a drink is better if you light it on fire. Nothing is better on fire. Especially not my kitchen.”

[jaxflores]

[ladytiaret]

open starter.

location:  johnny brenda’s.

“Okay so, 257 times 833 is…” Cat narrowed her eyes for a moment, her words slurred from the amount of alcohol that currently coursed through her system. In her defense, it had been a very long day. Between meeting deadlines, dealing with the general diet sexism she experienced in her workplace on a daily basis and trying to be a functional human being, she deserved to take a load off. Have a drink, pretend that she wasn’t a ball of anxiety and stress. “Is… 214,081!” She slapped the table victoriously, grinning ear to ear. “You owe me another drink. That’s 3 for the amazing Catalina Alvarez and… how many for you again?”

[jaxflores]

Jax watched, eyes narrowed in suspicion as she worked through her mental math. Even if he wanted to blame the tequila already at work, he had a long line of teachers that would happily disagree that the alcohol was not the problem. Jaw fell open as she produced another number, his own palm hitting the table in an echo of her celebration. “This is truly unfair.” Jax protested, shaking his head. “You coulda warned me that you’re a hustler. Instead I come over to make polite conversation, and you con me. Taking advantage of my good, gullible nature.” He teased, hand going over his heart in a feigned gesture of being wounded. Through, his other hand went up in a motion to the bartender for another round. He laughed before regaining his expression of feigned indignation. “Going into the third quarter, Jack Flores has managed to score an overwhelming zero points, and it looks like the pattern will continue into the fourth. She needs to just put him out of his misery, ladies and gentleman. At this stage in the game, it’s just cruel.” He said in a rather terrible sports broadcasting voice. 

[larkshepherd]

Taking the extra couple of minutes to pull all of their plants inside before she abandoned ship to seek shelter from the storm ultimately saved their lives, but now Lark was left with the task of carrying them all back onto the balcony and trying to remember where exactly they had been placed. They had been perfectly placed for optimal sunlight according to their needs and any other placement would surely bring about a very slow and painful death for them. Taking them inside had taken a matter of minutes, but putting them back seemed to have taken the better part of an hour, and she found herself rotating, swapping, and sliding them more than once, trying to get them into the position that looked right.

Lark groaned and sighed loudly, swiping her hand across her forehead in frustration. It wasn’t so much the physical exhaustion wearing on her, as she had been pushed to more difficult physical limits in the past, but the fact that she couldn’t quite get them into a place that, when she stood back and looked at them, said perfection. 

Nothing seemed quite right and she had gone back inside multiple times, just to make sure she wasn’t missing a plant to complete the visual. She wasn’t, and she took another step back and to the side to see if she was maybe looking at them from the wrong direction. Unfortunately, Lark had stepped in the wrong direction instead, realizing it as soon as her foot connected with a hardened clay pot, the plant falling to it’s doom rather quickly as the planter fell from her third story balcony and landed with a sharp crash on the sidewalk below, just barely missing an innocent bystander below. Her face scrunched apologetically at the sound and she called over the balcony, “Oh my- crap! I’m so sorry!”

[jaxflores]

The shriek that Jax Flores emitted could have shattered glass — or, clay flower pots, had it not already done the job on impact. Truly, any bystanders who heard the sound would’ve been seeking out a girl of no more than six, judging by pitch alone. Even he didn’t know he was capable of that octave. For a moment, as the sound echoed seemingly endless from the streets of Philadelphia, he considered that he might have a future in the music industry, if this whole adult film industry thing stopped paying the bills. In his attempt to get out of the path of the wayward flower pot, Jax had hopped almost completely into the street, and was nearly hit for a second time by an unsuspecting biker. They were paying more attention than he’d been, thankfully, and managed to avoid him at the last minute, hurling a string of insults at him over the woman’s apology. Unsure of who to yell at first, Jax settled for giving the biker a rather eloquent middle finger before returning to the relative safety of the sidewalk and looking up at his balcony assailant. 

“Are you tryna Final Destination me?” He yelled up, hand shielding his eyes from the sun as he squinted up at her. “Because goddammit there’s gonna be a faster way to do it.” He added, looking at a tiny cut on his arm. Only slightly bigger than a paper cut, but still, it added to his own indignation. “Ya drew blood, woman. And my shoe is dirty.” He added, holding up the injury as if she could possibly see the minuscule wound from this distance, and holding out his foot in some weird balancing act. Dramatic? Maybe. Masking the very embarrassing high-pitched scream he’d let out just moments ago? Absolutely. 

[cassandraxwilson]

Send me a 🌟 and I’ll answer the following about your muse:

1. First impression: 2. Best feature: 3. Worst feature: 4. Have you ever made me laugh: 5. Have you ever made me mad: 6. Have you ever made me cry: 7. Have I ever had a crush on you: 8. Have I ever thought about you naked: 9. Do I have any regrets with you: 10. You’re my:

[abbyredondoray]

Abby considered herself and her family lucky for not having been affected by the storm, but not all those she knew were as fortunate. The clinic in which she volunteered had informed her of supplies that would be useful to those temporarily residing there, hooking her up with other volunteers across the city to get those delivered. She’d just gotten one of the many packages into the back of delivery truck, and was about to pick up another bigger one but it proved to be a tad too heavy for her alone. A couple of years ago she would’ve been too prideful to ask for help, needing to prove herself as strong enough to handle everything on her own, but since then she’d learn to rely on people around her. 

Assuming that the person a couple of feet away from her was one of the volunteers too, she addressed them for assistance “Hey, would you mind lending me a hand here? I think I’ve skipped arm day one too many days.” she chuckled, using the back of her forearm to wipe off the beading sweat on her forehead. God, she hoped she put a deodorant on before leaving the house. And that she turned the stove off. And the straightening iron. Fuck, did she even lock the place?

[jaxflores]

It was only a matter of time before Jax gave in to his mother’s incessant demands that he help out after the storm. Help those in need, Jax. This is our city, Jax. Stop embarrassing our family, Jax. He didn’t cause the stupid storm, and it’s not like he went around personally dismantling houses and Tasmanian Devlin-ing over trees. Instead of fleeing the city (which is something he very seriously considered), he finally relented. Even then, he tried to seek out easy work. But apparently, half of Philadelphia had the same idea. In another attempt to get out of doing some sort of community service, he told his mother ‘all full’ — and still managed to be shocked when she found him something to do. She texted him the time, date and place, and Jax still managed to be late. 

Catching sight of the woman struggling with one of the bigger boxes as she arrived, to his credit, he did snap to. He wasn’t entirely adverse to helping — he could just think of roughly two million things he would rather do. “No problem,” he chuckled, picking up the box (and maybe deliberately flexing in the process) and loaded it into the truck. “Long as you can handle kicking anything down if we need it. I skipped leg day.” He joked, looking from the woman to the box, narrowing his eyes. “That was where that was supposed to, right? I didn’t just undo whatever you already did?”