no apologies, no regrets.

Killian Aloysius Fitzgerald. Founding Partner at Fitz & Levinstein. 45 year old hedonistic asshole.

[kinneysexual]

Gale Harold in Fertile Ground.

[galeharolds]

Gale Harold Interviews- Desperate Housewives 2008 interview for Pro7 (German TV) [x]

[psychiclibrarian]

[queerestfolks-blog]

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[kinneysexual]

[xoxoemynn]

kinneysexual:

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[musingisms]

“i am coming apart, dismantling myself in front of you. scraping off the paint until i am nothing but a canvas of colors that were once vibrant but are now washed-out and empty. i do this with shaking hands and weary eyes and all, like an artist who has just finished a masterpiece, paint under his fingernails, and decided that no, it’s all wrong, it won’t do, i hate it i hate it i hate it. but you’re standing there and you’re staring like i am the guernica, like i am the starry night. you look at me like i am a masterpiece when all i see are rough and scratched and torn. you look at me like i am remarkable.”

— pièce de résistance // f.r. (via billowys)

[killianxfitz]

@itsaxelgray

[killianxfitz]

[wordsthat-speak]

I know being with me is not easy. But I want you to understand no one has me, or has ever had me, except you.

Breathe (Abbi Glines) (( @vndcrscns ))

[killianxfitz]

sawyer-craven:

Sawyer had the morning off, a rare occasion, so she decided to take Dawson and Isabella out for some pastries and hot chocolate. The older and taller person in front of them was loud and obnoxious, not different from most men, but it was his language that was crude and disgusting. She covered her brother’s ears until the man was finished talking. “Excuse me, sir. I’d appreciate it greatly if you lowered your voice.” She darted her eyes to her siblings at her side who looked up at the patron with confused stares.

Killian had a habit of not paying too much attention to his surroundings when it came to basically anything that came out of his mouth. It just didn’t really occur to him to filter himself, it never had.  But, he quirked an eyebrow at the girl and then, the children she was with. Okay, he could understand. When Lola was younger, he had to watch his mouth or Rachel would have his balls in a vice. But, then again, he had gone all day without coffee. “I mean, they’re in a public place in a big city so I’m sure they’ll hear worse but” he sighed gently “I apologize for how loud my words were” he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible “If I buy you a coffee will it make up for whatever it is they heard?”

[virgoassbitch]

I can’t wait for my husband to choke me while wearing his wedding ring 💍

[itsaxelgray-deactivated20190819]

@killianxfitz

[killianxfitz]

Are you done being an asshole?’ he heard his assistant of fourteen years, query in a bored tone into the phone.  He had been sort of shittier than usual, on a rampage through the office, even taking it out on her, someone who he not only saw as an employee, but after all this time, considered a friend. The interns and newer employees, he knew by her calling him, she had taken care of, told them the boss was just having a bad day, but she had not yet forgiven him. He sighed as he waited in line to get coffee, his first cup of the day, he was running late and hadn’t had any yet, that and a shitty client had fucked over his mood earlier. “I’m about to drink the blood of some virgins, so, yeah. Shall I bring you a cup as a bid for forgiveness?” he chuckled into the phone. “Or will I need to buy you a set of pearls for pissing you off, dear?” he asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, laced with sarcasm.  Once the call was dropped, and his phone back in his pocket, he groaned slightly at the never ending line.  “I wonder who I have to blow around here to get my triple non fat latte”  came the mumble under his breath.

[killianxfitz]

Killian Aloysius Fitzgerald; a gif moodboard

“I’m the patron saint of substance abuse and homosexuality” 

[killianxfitz]

KILLIAN ALOYSIUS FITZGERALD; an aesthetic moodboard

“no excuses, no apologies, no regrets”

[killianxfitz]

zanderbeckettx:

“Yeah, seems to be all my sister talks about these days…-” he added more as a statement than anything, sometimes he wasn’t sure whether he’d just prefer to be left to his own devices or not..though at this point his sister sort of insisted on being the mothering type and he had no choice but to respect that. “I’ll have the greasiest shit they do…that or i’m happy with the beers.” he wasn’t too bothered, with how little he ate sometimes he would’ve happily eaten whatever someone shoved in front of him.

He raised a brow at the question, “huh?…-you asking how many guys I fucked to make sure some other piece of shit didn’t decide to make me their bitch or you asking about the assholes who ran the place?” Zee had no intentions of filtering, sure most people didn’t like hearing the ins and outs of what went on but anyone who asked would get nothing but the truth.

Killian grunted in recognition. He knew what that was like. His sisters favorite subject was his misgivings.  He had moved past it, and moved to get away from it. He could only imagine living in the same city as his sister. He tried not to shutter. When Zander said he’d take whatever and another beer, Killian laughed. Usually he’d be having a beer too, but he other clients to deal with and walking into a meeting smelling of beer was never a good look. He waved the waiter over, ordering another beer for Zander, an iced coffee for himself and food for both of them. 

And then there was Zanders next comments. Killian didn’t know if he should laugh but he did anyway. It was clear the kid had no filter. “If I wanted to know about how many guys you fucked I would’ve said that. It’s also not going to make me squeamish. I’ve been doing this for 20 years, and I’ve also fucked a lot of guys, it’s inconsequential if it’s not going to help your case.  I’m asking about how much time you’ve done, and, yeah if you have anything useful that can help me keep you from going back in, that’d be great.” he explained with an exasperated sigh. God, was this what he was like when he was 25? 

[killianxfitz]

zanderbeckettx:

If Zee was honest and his sister hadn’t almost begged him to do it, getting some lawyer really wasn’t on his to do list because heck…even he figured he was a lost cause at this point but after his sister had ranted at him over the phone for an hour or so about showing up and being respectful he figured he’d at least do half of that or hear the man out as it were, though he had no intentions of sugar coating shit and making out that he wanted to be some changed individual. 

He’d arrived ten minuets late, mostly because he’d had to get public transport to the bar because his car had been taken a week ago when he’d decided to leave it a little too long parked outside a shop and couldn’t really afford to get it back. Zee peered around, giving the odd familiar face a nod of recognition before he spotted someone familiar to the description his sister had given him.

“Aye, you the uh lawyer dude?..-just going off how my sister described ya’.” he raised a brow, beer in hand already because if he was gonna do this he needed at least that.

When the kid approached him, Killian stood up, dying out his cigarette and sliding his phone back into his pocket. He nodded and reached his hand out as he introduced himself “Killian Fitzgerald, your sister talked to my husband about you and well, here I am” he explained, gesturing to the seat across from him, waiting for him to sit before he sat himself. “Are you hungry? Lunch is on me, whatever you want” he explained. He had refrained from ordering anything other than a cup of coffee. 

He watched him as he sat across from him though, before starting any real conversation. He had to know how to read people for his job. The kid looked rough around the edges and Killian could understand how that went.He could’ve very well turned out like him, with his background, but he was lucky enough to get into the school of his dreams. Not many were that lucky. He figured this would be a challenge.  He raised an eyebrow finally. “So, talk to me about your time in and out of the system.” he figured why not jump right in?

[killianxfitz]

Killian wasn’t the type of lawyer who ran away at the words pro-bono. He had and made enough money that doing charity cases, or taking on a case that meant a lot to him wouldn’t hurt him financially, nor would it hurt the firm, so he did what he could when he could. When Axel had asked him to represent his friends brother, an apparent repeat offender, Killian wanted to decline. The kid was likely guilty, and honestly he knew it might fuck with his impeccable success rate. But he did it because he wasn’t the heartless bastard everyone thought he was. 

That’s how he ended up meeting the kid, fucking 25 and with the research Killian did, an extensive record. He figured he’d meet him on common ground, and the weather permitted for them to meet on the patio of some bar and grill for lunch. Killian had a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other, reading over emails as he waited.

@zanderbeckettx

[killianxfitz]

heknewhimself:

Sometimes being an adult sucked but at least he got to do a job he loved, and although he could often go for weeks without seeing his friends, at least he had people he could call his friends, even family. Mason knew not everyone had that so whenever he felt like moaning about his lack of time he tried to remind himself of that, sometimes it helped change is attitude and other times it didn’t, it all depended on what kind of day he was having.

Mason had just been checking a guy out when he heard his friends voice, smiling he got up and went to hug him.  “Know the feeling dude, we are all so busy these days.” He replied smiling before pulling away from the hug.” No, I haven’t don’t worry, where is Killian?” He asked as he looked at him smiling.

Work was intense, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. But because it was intense, it also meant he was late for most things. In the last twenty years it sort of became the norm from him. People expected that work would likely make him a little bit late. Which is why even when he had told his assistant to push back his meetings to the next day, that he was still, unsurprisingly, late to his night out with Mason and Axel. But he had made it, after a meeting with a client who cried in his office. He of course, took his driver instead of his corvette, knowing he’d end up drinking and not wanting to worry about getting it home. It also gave him the chance to remove his suit jacket and his tie on the way, unbuttoning the top view buttons of his black dress shirt, and rolling the sleeves up to his elbows. 

And then he was at the bar, strutting through and cruising every hot guy on the way, that is of course until he got to the table Mason and Axel sat at. “Killians right here” he replied, catching the tail end of their conversation, he leaned, pressed a quick kiss to Masons cheek, and then a not so quick one on Axels lips before pulling back to stop a passing waiter “chivas regal on the rocks, keep them coming, open a tab and put whatever else these two order on it” he told the waiter, handing him his card and then turning away “What have I missed, boys?”