MOVED!!

moved to @velentiiia

[valentiiia-blog]

                     ESCAPING THE LONG WAY DOWN.                                 indie, selective sebastian castellanos, adored by pine.

[mind-helda-blog]

I lied I remade seb and he’s right here

[mind-helda-blog]

hey remember this-

[mind-helda-blog]

As I'm not too active on here anymore, if you want to contact me to talk or plot the best places are my personal ( @piiinetrees ) or my discord ( #8287 ). If you're adding me on discord, please let me know who you are^^

[talariismoved-blog]

    Pop quiz: How long’s it take to beat a moron to death?                                Sorry, time’s up, you’re dead.

                         Indie, Selective & Canon RED Scout from Team Fortress 2                                 Template & PSD // PERSONALS, DON’T REBLOG!

[piiyne]

fave sad dad

[acecroft]

summary of TEW2 by sebastian castellanos (summary of the first game)

[emiplus]

I’M LAUGHING SO HARD WITH THIS

[big-kahuno]

[big-kahuno]

[daniheapsart]

When you find out your favourite wine isn’t on offer anymore.

[rpxmusings]

                                                 it  ｈｕｒｔｓ                                                  to  ʟ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ  today

[rpxmusings]

     {       I've    bro  /  ken    my heart so many times I stopped keeping track         }

[rebelflet]

[mind-helda-blog]

@elliotscrusoe

All while Sebastian was talking on the phone, and chewing El out, Elliots was smirking down his his defeated opponent, his sneaker clad foot lightly kicking his side. Lil’ jerk deserved it. He was the one who started this whole conundrum in the first place. It was only right that Elliots had to go to the office. Wait, wait, wait. Elliots had to go to Sebastian’s office?! He must’ve heard wrong!

He flipped his head over to look up at his superior. “Wait! I didn’t do anything wrong, yet! Little shit right here did it all! He INSULTED you, Sebastian! I had to kick his ass! I’m not gonna work for a guy with a low name!” He shouted, pointing at his victim with a sparkly manicured finger.

Seeing Crusoe kick the kid further prompts a warning “Hey-” from Sebastian, a signal for him to get away from the kid. After shoving his phone back into his pocket, he tugs Elliots away from his fallen victim. 

“Office.” He growls, patience starting to wear even thinner. Gods, what he’d give to be at home right now, on the couch with a drink. “You’re stood in a fucking police station and you just beat someone to the ground, Crusoe! You’re damn lucky I haven’t kicked you out yet.” Sebastian rubs his race with a hand, patience with this kid close to snapping. He doesn’t raise his voice to match Elliots’, instead keeping the low, completely done with his nonsense tone. “I don’t give a shit what he said, get the fuck into my office, now.”

[mind-helda-blog]

[❛yes, I did beat him up and I will not apologize.❜]---> Elliots stood beside his grumpy leader, or whatever he was called. El's arms were crossed, his nose bloodied, and the body of his opponent on the ground in front of the two men. "Yes, I did beat him up and I will not apologize." El's voice huffed out as he rolled his brown eyes. "He had it comin', Sebby, my guy. It was all his fault. He started it." (@elliotscrusoe)

Sebastian gives a frustrated exhale, a forefinger and thumb rubbing at his temples. An attempt to get rid of a growing headache, but it seemed like he was stuck with this kid. Was he surprised? No. 

“I don’t give a shit who started it.” His voice was tired and worn down, the constant battering of cases and training cadets was really making him age quicker. Joseph has already pointed out several new grey hairs this morning. With a sound of annoyance, Sebastian tugs his cell from his back pocket, calling one of the first aiders on site to come take a look (and possibly hand him over to the hospital.)

“You. My office. Now.” Clearly not in the mood for arguments, Sebastian points towards the door. He moves towards the kid, forcing himself to wait for one of his first-aid trained co-workers to turn up.

// @elliotscrusoe 

[mind-helda-blog]

❝You don’t have to be so rude.❞ [hello~!]

No words replay to the words at first, only a glare hard enough to stab through the pretentious man’s skull. The gun in his hand stays pointed at him, aim not wavering. He didn’t care if the asshole could escape the bullets in the blink of an eye, he’d had enough of this place in the past couple of hours. It was supposed to be simple- easy. Get in, grab Lily, and go. Yet nothing could be quite so simple, could it? 

“You don’t have to stand in the fucking way.” He retaliates in a growl, potentially ready to lunge and tear this man apart with his bare hands. “Where is she?”