MACHT KORRUMPIERT.

absolute power corrupts absolutely.

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muserne:

                          ‘ i went to the doctor this morning, and he confirmed it. ‘ 

            her hands go to his wrists and she looks up at him, leaning towards him to give him a peck on the lips. it’s taken everything in her to wait until he got home from work and got settled. she nearly went to the office to tell him, but she wanted the news to be delivered in their house, in the home they were building together.  

                                          ‘ i feel amazing. ‘  

          and then her joy bubbles over and she’s beaming, laughing and kissing his face as she jumps into his arms. her arms go around his shoulders and she buries her face in her husband’s neck, and overwhelmed with joy she begins to cry. 

                       ‘ we’re going to be parents, thomas. ‘ 

he has to be so careful with her now. he understands that june has always been a force of nature -- she protects herself, doesn’t need anybody to do it for her -- but june and a baby? what kind of man would he be if he didn’t look after what was his?

   and so when she jumps into his arms, he catches her and holds her so tightly that he might never let her down again. he isn’t surprised that she’s crying from her happiness, because she’s always felt everything so completely. the real shock is that he’s standing there crying, too.

   “i only hope he doesn’t get your temper,” he jokes, his temple pressed to her. “i’d lose a lot of battles if there were two of you around.”

[kimbcll-blog]

for @muserne.

     “pregnant?”

he hopes june understands that his reply is borne of shock, not disappointment, but he has no idea what his face is showing. all he knows is that other than that one word he’s been staring at her in silence for a good minute since she said it. of course, they’ve been trying for this, but now that it’s happened... it all seems so real. so overwhelming. 

he stands up to cross the room to where she’s sitting, and takes her face in his hands before leaning to press a kiss to her forehead. this woman amazes him. she’ll never stop amazing him. here she is, beautiful, strong, creating a life -- the only thing thomas is certain of is that he could never deserve her.

       “how long have you known?” he asks, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “and how are you feeling?”

[kimbcll-blog]

for @resilientboned told u the starters wouldn’t all be from jane bitch

     “hast du Schwierigkeiten, nein zu verstehen?”

the question comes out far more explosive than he intends it, but he needs her to shut up. it’s the same thing, over and over, and she never seems to understand when he isn’t going to shift on a decision. a no is a no -- especially when it’s a no regarding a party. that’s all prom is, after all -- a party. he doesn’t care that some senior has asked her. he doesn’t care who else is going. he only cares that she isn’t.

he picks up papers on his desk and shuffles them, hoping she’ll get that the conversation is over.

[kimbcll-blog]

❝ How did everything get so screwed up? ❞

“how?”

thomas doesn’t even need to think about his answer. he knows how everything got screwed up. he can pinpoint the exact moment that his life changed for the worse -- and though most people would think it was the day his wife died, he disagrees. the turning point was much before then. things began to go downhill even before he lost her.

he remembers vacations when it had just been the two of them. june, a blunt in one hand, flame-bright hair riding the wind as they sped along empty roads with the windows down. their wedding, their honeymoon, when everything had been wonderful, so wonderful--

         and then he remembers the cold dread that settled deep inside him the minute june told him that they were expecting. we’re going to be parents, thomas. he remembers wishing that it was some practical joke, and how once she’d said the words, everything had changed. they couldn’t be so carefree anymore, because they had someone else to think about. and now, he and he alone has to think about her. his life is utterly consumed by his worries about autumn and her reckless behaviour, and how much embarrassment she causes him. not for the first time, he catches himself wishing he’d taken the time to put on a goddamn rubber.

       and so, thomas takes a sip of his whiskey, chasing it down with a deep breath before he looks over at autumn, sad and disappointed and oh-so-tired.

            “you, liebchen. you came along.”

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muserne:

                    ❛ all these years and i’m just now learning you’re the adventure and not me? ❜ 

           HER BACK HITS THE MATTRESS AND SHE LAUGHS, arms remain looped around his neck and those bright eyes look up at him filled with all the love in the world. had someone told her years ago that she’d fall for a man in a suit, she’d have laughed and waved her burning bra in their face after using it to light a joint. but here she was, not the opposite of what she’d ever expected to be - but not anywhere close to what she imagined. but they had so much love and she was happy. so happy. 

         fingers thread through his hair and there’s a pause as she looks at him, burning question slipping from her lips in the moment. 

                                    ❛ do you want to have another baby? ❜ 

another baby?

he almost doesn’t know what to do with the question. it’s come out of nowhere -- another was never in the plan, and he’s hardly one to do things if he hasn’t thought them through first. but he looks at her and he sees how she’s all lit up, excited for the yes even though he isn’t even sure yet if it’s coming. 

              ( he remembers the sheer joy in her smile when they’d first met their daughter. it’d be nice to see that again. )

 and so thomas lowers himself to kiss her forehead, eyes closed and lips lingering there as he speaks. “if you do, then i do.”

[kimbcll-blog]

*   MUSE’S   WORST   TRAITS.

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[muserne-a]

      ❛ hey, hun? i need you to tie my shoes for me, i can’t bend down, or lift my leg, or reach over my belly. ❜ 

                  SHE’S SPENT THE LAST TEN MINUTES ADAMANTLY TRYING TO TIE IT HERSELF, but it’s time to give up and give in and ask her husband for help. after all, he’s half the reason she’s even like this in the first place. eight months pregnant and feeling like she had a watermelon taped to her belly. why she even agreed to leave the house, she wasn’t sure.

             ……well, okay it was her idea to go out but only because it was september and she wanted to take a drive upstate to see the leaves change, and take a break from the hustle and bustle of the big city before their daughter was born. 

                                  ❛ are all the bags in the car? ❜ 

                                            ( @kimbcll┊gets a starter just because i need this )

[kimbcll-blog]

he wouldn’t dream of offering to help a woman like june unless she asked for it first. his wife, delicate though she is to him, is a force of nature -- a free spirit far more independent than anyone else is. so if she wants to waste ten minutes trying to tie her own shoe, then fine. he’s only glad she asked him for his help before they hit the fifteen minute mark.

     he kneels before her, eyes flickering between the shoes to the huge beach-ball belly hovering in front of his face. he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t still terrify him, but he’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. a family of his own...

    “yes, everything. the snacks are in the front, too. i’ve thought of everything.” he hopes. he’s even brought along a few baby supplies in case their little one decides to make an early appearance while they’re away. 

         “are you absolutely sure you feel well enough to travel? i read that long car journeys might make you feel faint at this stage.”

[muserne-a]

               ❛ i never knew how much work babies are, she’s been up every night this week. i’ve slept probably a grand total of about six hours in the past five days. ❜

                                        ( june raine kimball┊open ┊remember this is set in the 90s )

[kimbcll-blog]

        “schatzi, if you need me to take some time off and help--”

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muserne:

                                   ❛ i’d like to say relax, but you know that i can’t sit still. ❜

                    FINGERS CURL AROUND HIS AND SHE SMILES AS HIS LIPS BRUSH HER KNUCKLES, and then without warning she turns and jumps on him. arms around his shoulders, legs hooked over his hips as she laughs and peppers his face with soft kisses, lingering on the tip of his nose and the corner of his mouth. 

                                 ❛ take me on an adventure, mr. kimball. ❜ 

                       anywhere in the world, she doesn’t care as long as she has him and autumn with her. he could take her to the goddamn beach an hour away and she’d still enjoy herself. but he wants to get away, she wants him to get away too. no phone calls, no emails. just time, just the three of them. 

         she still takes him by surprise, even after so long -- but there should be a word for surprises that are familiar. he hadn’t know she was going to do it, but he knows the way that those legs lock around him, the way that each gentle press of her lips leaves warmth tucked into his skin even after she’s moved them away. and he LOVES her. god, does he love her. 

         one arm closes around her waist to support her and he walks the pair of them out of the bathroom easily, slow steps taking them towards their bed. “an adventure?” he repeats, a laugh that matches hers bubbling up from behind a crooked smile. “i was under the impression that EVERY day with me was an adventure.”

        and with that, he drops her down onto the mattress, his hand pressing into the sheets either side of her as he leans down to give her a kiss. 

[theycallmedizzy]

reasons not to kiss her 1.) this sort of love is not allowed. you are both too soft, and the world around you is all knives and chipped teeth 2.) no one ever taught you how to love. your war paint and scarred hands could never hold her like she deserves 3.) no one has ever loved you this full surely you would drown in it all 4.) she belongs in a museum, and you are merely here to gaze. look around you, all the signs scream ‘do not touch’ 5.) she touches you like youre fragile, and if you break you wont be able put yourself together again 6.) she is all bubblegum skies and chapped stick kisses, and you cannot watch the love run out of another persons eyes 7.) if you jump, she might catch you, and then youd have to watch as she tumbled through the dark 8.) her gaze is too gentle. you will not be the one to tell her that not everything can be fixed with a smile 9.) she is so good. she is so good, and you cannot ruin one more good thing 10.) you will not watch her crumble under the weight of your sins. she is too light, too breathless to be caught up in the dizziness of your heart reasons to kiss her 1.) she loves you, and her eyes are closed, and didnt your mother ever tell you not to leave a good thing waiting

lessons in listening to your heart, and not your head (via generalmercer)

@secondhandmckie 

(via melonithawne)

[resilientboned-a]

FOUNDED IN THE 1960s, the vegas kings and the nevada hangmen have become the most feared and well known mc’s in more than just nevada. their president’s hold more power in vegas than the mayor of the city himself as the each of the club’s underhanded policies and tactics have never been investigated. the police have no desire to get themselves involved with the workings the two anarchic clubs. the kings own multiple bars and clubs in vegas, the hangmen own territories on the opposite side of the city. they both have their bases in roadhouses, the kings north of the city and the hangmen south of the city.

as they were both founded around the same time, the kings in 1962 and the hangmen in 1963, there has been times of peace and tension between the two groups. currently they are not at war, yet if members of the two clubs end up in the same place, a fight is likely to break out. they both deal in illicit items, such as weapons and drugs, yet their reputations precede them and cops often look the other way. initiation into the clubs is tough, but once a man has proven his worth to the mc, he’s got brothers for life. never betray them, the desert isn’t kind and neither are they.

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[kimbcll-blog]

❝ I don’t even know what to say to you. I don’t even know where to begin. ❞

    a noise that’s halfway between a sigh and a groan leaves him. when will she let this go? “would you like me to apologise, autumn?” he pushes his chair back from his desk so that she can see that she has his full attention, when really his focus is still on business, on numbers and on the paperwork he needs to finish for today.

     there was a time when thomas kimball believed in family before anything. deep down, that man still exists. it’s just a matter of actually getting through to him, and autumn is yet to master the art. only one woman has ever managed it, and since she’s gone, it’s impossible for it to happen again.

   so, he sighs again, pulls open a drawer and grabs a pen and his checkbook. autumn likes things, doesn’t she? she’s a material girl, which means money is fine compensation for missing her birthday. “perhaps this will make up for it,” he says, tearing the completed check out and sliding it over the desk towards her.

   he doesn’t look at her, because he knows she’ll be disappointed, and his conscience doesn’t need it. instead, he just straightens out the cuffs of his shirt and leans over his desk again, scanning papers for the parts he needs to sign. “if you’d like to, you can take the afternoon off to go and spend it.”

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muserne:

                    SHE CRACKS ONE EYE OPEN AND CATCHES HIS GAZE IN THE MIRROR, an amused smile replacing her contented smirk. she runs her fingers along his and makes a soft noise of agreement, it was no secret that their daughter was an easy child, she didn’t cry or fuss about much of anything. she’d be perfectly content no matter where they went, as long as she could play. bottom lip is taken between her teeth in thought and she tries to remember where she had the most fun on her travels, or a place she hadn’t been. the only answer she was set on was simple: somewhere with you. no work, just family. but to name a place like that to fly to, it was a bit difficult. 

                                           ❛ somewhere warm. ❜

     he lifts her hand to his lips and settles a kiss there, gentle, lingering. above anything, june has taught him how to truly care for someone other than himself. he’d never thought it possible, but somehow... somehow, he loves june and autumn far more than anything else this world has to offer.

         “mm. are we just relaxing, or would you like to explore somewhere?” he’s thinking italy. a smile flits across his face as he allows himself to imagine it -- june in the sunlight, hair blowing out like a curtain of fire behind her, autumn set on her hip as she wanders a busy marketplace. he wants it so badly.

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resilientboned:

                              ❛ it’s a little….. stale. but i’m enjoying myself enough. ❜ 

                she comments, gently pulling her sleeve towards her palm. thankfully the fabric gives a bit, just as it had been all night as she so carefully kept every mark hidden from wandering eyes. the other reason she’d picked this dress for the night was it’s modest neckline and the sleeves, the more she could cover without looking as though she were trying to be too modest was better when it came to this particular crowd. 

                 ❛ did you see mr. fitzgerald? he was looking for you about an hour or so ago. ❜ 

                         it’s around the time of the night she starts to feel the itch in her feet, the desire to go out and tear through clubs and bars alike with friends who were just as fucked up as she was. but she was bound here, a martini or three would have to be sufficient. she shows no signs of anxiousness to leave, but her posture slouches slightly against the bar as she tries to lessen the pressure her shoes put on her feet. 

“i didn’t.” and nor is he going to go out of his way to find the man, either, because while that would make for good business, it would not make for a happy thomas kimball. autumn is right to describe the party as stale. everyone is there for one reason, and one reason alone. not one person in this room genuinely likes each other.

               well. he and autumn like each other. most of the time.

     he twists his wrist to swirl the liquid in his glass, and then sighs out through his nose. is it acceptable to leave a function like this early? “autumn... how do you usually escape from these things?” if she thinks he hasn’t noticed the way she sometimes disappears halfway through a night, she’s wrong, but right now he isn’t angry. he just wants in on it.

[kimbcll-blog]

me: oh yea it's been years I'm over it

also me: *was actually irreparably changed to the point that my personality and the way I interact with others and my insecurities are, even today, a direct result of what happened*

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Breaking Bad sentence starters

❝ Fuck you! And your eyebrows! ❞ ❝ No one’s looking for you. ❞ ❝ Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but _____? I didn’t picture that. ❞ ❝ I do not like it when you don’t talk to me. The worst thing you can do is shut me out. ❞ ❝ After we finish cleaning up this mess, we will go our separate ways. ❞ ❝ Right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? ❞ ❝ I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but trust me, this line of work doesn’t suit you. ❞ ❝ I don’t want him/her to die at all! That’s the whole point of this! So either help, or leave! ❞ ❝ I don’t imagine I’ll be here very long. ❞ ❝ Where did that come from? And why was it so damn good? ❞ ❝ Are we just gonna grow a magic beanstalk? ❞ ❝ We tried to poison you. We tried to poison you because you are an insane, degenerate piece of filth and you deserve to die. ❞ ❝ I don’t even know what to say to you. I don’t even know where to begin. ❞ ❝ What happened to you? Really, what happened? Because this isn’t you. ❞ ❝ I have spent my whole life scared. Frightened of things that could happen; might happen; might not happen. But I came to realize it’s that fear is the worst of it, that’s the real enemy. ❞ ❝ This only works if they’re scared of you. ❞ ❝ Is this just a genetic thing with you? Is it congenital? Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby? ❞ ❝ You go marching out there, and within an hour, you’ll be dead. ❞ ❝ I wanted to say that — I’m not exactly sure who that was yesterday, but it wasn’t me. ❞ ❝ You either run from things, or you face them. ❞ ❝ We have discussed everything we need to discuss. I thought I made myself very clear. ❞ ❝ I can’t be the bad guy. ❞ ❝ What’s wrong with spicing things up a little bit? ❞ ❝ You know, sometimes it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back. ❞ ❝ Facing death changes a person. It has to, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ A man provides. And he does it even when he’s not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he’s a man. ❞ ❝ This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed! ❞ ❝ I’m not turning down the money, I’m turning down you! ❞ ❝ Ever since I met you, everything I’ve ever cared about is gone. Ruined, turned to shit, dead.. I have never been more alone, I have nothing! No one! ❞ ❝ So that’s your — flysaber? ❞ ❝ Aww, that was so sweet, I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit. ❞ ❝ My advice? Never make the same mistake twice. ❞ ❝ If you need assurance, I assure you I can kill you from way over here, if it make you feel any better. ❞ ❝ If I can’t kill you, you’ll sure as shit wish you were dead. ❞ ❝ You aren’t going to kill that dude in there. You know how I know? ‘cause you went to the trouble of putting a blindfold on him. ❞ ❝ How did everything get so screwed up? ❞ ❝ I am not in danger. I am the danger. A man opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks! ❞ ❝ I like to think I see things in people. ❞ ❝ You’ve signed my death warrant. And now you want advice? ❞ ❝ I will kill your wife/husband. I will kill your son/daughter. I will kill your infant son/daughter. ❞ ❝ I alone should suffer the consequences of my choices. No one else. ❞

[kimbcll-blog]

resilientboned:

                   she’s made her rounds, said hello to her father’s most important colleagues and scanned the room for any potential ‘friends’ to spend the evening with - but she’s come up dry. none of the men here are within twenty-five years of her age, and it showed. but she’s here for a reason, and whatever it was she’d smile and look pretty and pretend to be whatever her father wanted her to be. 

               it’s not long before she finds herself standing at a corner of the bar, sipping a martini and looking for her dad, at least she could have a conversation with him without being objectified. he’s no where to be found, until she hears his voice and jumps slightly, where had he even come from? 

      ❛ thanks, dad. i um - i remember you told me that once - i think that’s why i picked this one out. ❜

     if there’s one thing he admires about his daughter, it’s her willingness to do what’s required of her. she hardly ever complains, or leaves a task undone. she gives a new meaning to the phrase dutiful daughter, going above and beyond wherever she can. sometimes he wonders if that isn’t enough to make him forgive her indiscretions.

         then he remembers the embarrassment that they cause, and he thinks again.

as he looks her over, he notices the hint of a bruise in bloom on her wrist, just where her sleeve ends. he does his best not to look at it again. it won’t do him any good to think on his guilt and his sins today.

        “are you having a good time, liebchen?”