robin hood.

Peter Morales. 30. Real life Robin Hood.

[msrhea-dawa-blog]

“Well I’m not going to work around that frownie face what can I do to cheer you up?”

[justinmorales]

“You wouldn't happen to be versed in the art of balloon animal making, would you?”

[gargoyles42]

“James I think is the most fun because he has a lot of hair. Thick, beautiful hair. I don’t think he likes makeup but he does like to come sit in the hair chair.” - Joann Stafford-Chaney, Hair Stylist (The Hairstyles of Season 2)

[justinmorales]

andrewofthewoods:

“That’s amazing. I didn’t hear about that one.”

“Not surprised. The PR team could’ve done a better job. Are you a fan of the franchise?” 

[justinmorales]

andrewofthewoods:

“They made a new Power Rangers movie?”

“Yes, sir, there is. It’s a remake of Mighty Morphin’. Only came out a few months ago.”

[justinmorales]

“I’m pretty sure the new Power Rangers movie was taken straight out of my dreams.” 

[mieczyslawr-deactivated20171113]

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

[justanotherrpmeme]

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no Favorite thing about them:  Least favorite thing about them: 

[nashkirkwood-blog]

road tripping

( @justinmorales )

Although his head had been killing him for the past two days, symptoms of a tedious life, he reckoned. At least Nash had plans with Justin now and those plans involved going out of town for days. He felt like he could breathe again. He felt like he would come back home renewed. His man goal was to get close to his mother, but the closer he got to her, the more suffocated he felt and it was none of Marilyn’s fault. It was his own and his expectations, his frustrations, his dislikes of living in a small town where nothing happened. He had come from a place of war, both in Chicago and during his time with the Marines, so now, Nash was trapped in Barton Hollow with little to do but to watch out for the most important person in his life.

With his backpack filled with clothes and some snacks, he stopped by Justin’s place at the time he said he’d be there. Three knocks on the door and he saw that familiar face. The one that made him feel less miserable because it felt like home to him, like the brother he’s never had. “Ready? I bought some candy, since I know you’re a goddamn ant.” He laughed softly, throwing a bag of jelly beans towards Justin.

[justinmorales]

Justin had been planning this very necessary trip to Boston for months now. It should’ve happened sooner, but it seemed as if something was always coming up. If things had gone according to plan, though, he wouldn’t currently be waiting for Nash to appear in his doorway. So maybe things really had worked out for the better. Justin sighed as he shrugged the small bag he’d packed for the trip over his shoulder. Offsite consulting had sounded like a perfectly reasonable compromise just one year ago when he’d decided to come home, but a few months of it and he’d realized that it was easier in theory than in practice. Especially when visiting the site meant driving for nearly an entire day. Still, he was looking forward to it. 

Justin threw open the door at the sound of the knocks, a slight smile on his face, which only grew wider when Nash revealed the candy. “You’re a blessing,” he commented, meaning it wholeheartedly. He truly enjoyed spending time with a handful of people, but in a short amount of time, Nash had become something of a brother, which was nice considering his overabundance of sisters. “Here’s to hoping you fit in my car, Little John.”

[justinmorales]

nashkirkwood:

“Are you saying I’m not needed here? Is that your way of calling me useless? Ouch, Morales. That one hurt, even for you.” Nash joked a little, before crossing his arms. He knew for a fact that there was no use for a bodyguard in a town like this, especially for a woman like Marilyn, but if it gave him an opportunity to spend some time and get to know his mother, then so be it. “Word of advice though? Don’t try and buy her anything. It’ll make it look like you’re trying to buy her off, even if I know you’re not. I mean… you’re trying to get her to approve your proposal, right?”

“I just want her to like me, you know. And maybe not bathe in my blood.” Justin laughed. “Assuming the rumors are true. Which you say they’re not and I trust you, but you can never be too safe in this town.” 

[justinmorales]

xgideonmiles:

“Typically not, and I don’t think my marriage is one to go by.”

“Then why not do something about it? I don’t know about marriages but in the charitable foundations world complaining about an issue without doing anything never solved anything.”

[justinmorales]

nashkirkwood:

“Yeah, I can talk to her tomorrow and I’ll aks her for a few days off. It’s not like anyone’s targeting her so she’d be in desperate need for a bodyguard, right? As for the chocolate, I’ll try and find that out, but something tells me mo–Marilyn doesn’t like sweets that much. I’ll do what I can, though.”

“Until a few weeks ago, I couldn’t see a need for a bodyguard in our town at all, but then there was that shooting at the wedding. So, hey, you never know, but I’m sure Ms Marilyn can spare you for a few days. She doesn’t strike me as the kind who’ll go looking for trouble when her guard’s away. And while you’re requesting days off, find out what she likes if it’s not sweets. Though I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t like sweets, but still. Gotta get her something or she may kill me for taking you away and I’m too young to die.” 

[frekkenbok]

[nashkirkwood-blog]

justinmorales:

“Well then, Little John Weasley Granger, I think I know how to solve your problem. I have to visit Boston because you can only consult offsite for so long, you know. Come with me. I’m sure Mrs Fitzgerald can spare you for a few days. I’ll even buy you both boxes of chocolates.”

“Wow, Robin Hood Potter. Are you inviting me to go on a magic carpet ride with you? Because I’m in.”

[justinmorales]

"Is this when I offer to show you a whole new world? Think you can get off for next week or sooner? I've been putting off the trip for a while now and I sort of just want to go. You should also find out Mrs Fitzgerald's chocolate of choice. I have a feeling I'll have to get her a few boxes for each day you're away."

[nashkirkwood-blog]

justinmorales:

“Distraction from…?” Justin left the question hanging midway. Chocolates were a great distraction, but they weren’t cure-alls. “And what kind of chocolates are we talking about?”

“Just–this town. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, I’m just not used to small towns. The silence, the routine. I’ve been feeling trapped lately, that’s all. And we’re talking about any kind of chocolate.”

[justinmorales]

"Well then, Little John Weasley Granger, I think I know how to solve your problem. I have to visit Boston because you can only consult offsite for so long, you know. Come with me. I'm sure Mrs Fitzgerald can spare you for a few days. I'll even buy you both boxes of chocolates."

[parmandil]

#relatable

[xgideonmiles]

justinmorales:

“Oh. Does your wife know you plan to give her up for Lent?” 

“Not that I’m aware of. I’ve not seen much of her lately.”

[justinmorales]

"Is that how modern marriages work?"

[lydiaforsythe-blog]

justinmorales:

“Do you plan to share them or store them up to last until next Valentine’s?”

“Neither, Mr. Morales. I plan on eating each and every single one of them until my stomach aches. Unless you’re willing to share yours with me… in that case, I can be nice, too.”

[justinmorales]

"I have sisters. I never learned to share." Justin laughed. Sharing in his family usually meant not having. He'd learned from a young age that being stingy was the way of survival. "There are these chocolates. I buy them at Christmas and hoard them for the year because they're limited editions. My older sister has tried to steal them so I've gotten creative with hiding them."

[nashkirkwood-blog]

justinmorales:

“As if you even needed to ask.”

“Hey, I’m a polite man, alright? But maybe the chocolates will be a nice distraction.” He shrugged, running his fingers through his curls and ruffling his hair. 

[justinmorales]

"Distraction from...?" Justin left the question hanging midway. Chocolates were a great distraction, but they weren't cure-alls. "And what kind of chocolates are we talking about?"