A Handful of Hooligans

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Reblog if your partners don’t need to make excuses or feel like they need to hide from you if they’re not ready to reply to a thread. No one wants to be the person that takes the fun out of someone else’s experience.

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I”M HERE, I”M ALIVE, IT FEELS LIKE WALKING THROUGH A ROOM FILLED WITH JELLO BC EVERYTHING IS SO SLOW

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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I want to make starters for people who follow me, but idk which characters people follow me for

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> Cleaning Super Messes

“We’re not dealing with aliens again, are we?”

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Bevs and Bandages

[mercyofasaint]

myopicmultitudes :

 The sirens wailed what must have been nearly a block away, thankfully they grew quieter as a few seconds passed. While the worst was over, the gunfire and running, there was still a risk in stepping out of the hidey hole Emory and the Boss had found themselves in. It was a thankfully familiar hidey hole, one with some basic first aid and two bottles of cheap booze.

 Having dug out all the supplies from what he supposed counted as a kitchen cabinet, Emory turned to Boss and held out bottle of whiskey. “Go ahead and take a shot because I’m going to need you to not give a shit when I start stitching you back together.”

    The Boss had hopped up on the nearest counter to get a better look out the window. She still wasn’t quite sure how this place had stayed so far under the radar - might have something to do with the lack of Saints swarming the place the way they did most of the safe houses - but at the moment she was mostly thankful. After all, she was nearly out of ammo.     She raised an eyebrow as she turned to look at him, not really arguing but also feeling a bit suspicious. “The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout? My leg’ll be fine.” She did, however, take the bottle from him and take a swig, studying him and then herself with a grin. “Well fuck. Guess that was a bit more of a mess than I thought. Still, could be worse. Ya got any extra holes in ya?”

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 “None that need stitches,” he replied, ignoring her claim about her leg as he opened the kit and began rifling through it for the necessary supplies. Honestly, he was feeling more than a little ragged and sore in a way that told him that he’d be out like a light as soon as alcohol hit his system. Unfortunately, that was his usual go-to for steadying his shaking hands. He could keep steady if he just focused, probably.

 “We got a suture kit in this thing so we can definitely get that all tied up before it gets infected. God knows what’s chilling out on the all the dust we kicked up in here,”  Emory babbled, still digging for a pair of gloves, not trusting that the shitty little bar of soap next to the sink would be enough to sterilize his hands.

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still alive. our power’s out so we’re hanging out at my grandparents’ place while they stay in georgia with my uncle. these past few days have super sucked, but our house is still undamaged and dry inside.

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@mercyofasaint Sorry I haven't been on, we're full on prepping for the hurricane today. I'll try to be on sometime this week, but the outlook isn't great until at least Wednesday

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This is Sacrifice's wife, Change. I love her, she's my darling daughter.

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Bevs and Bandages

 The sirens wailed what must have been nearly a block away, thankfully they grew quieter as a few seconds passed. While the worst was over, the gunfire and running, there was still a risk in stepping out of the hidey hole Emory and the Boss had found themselves in. It was a thankfully familiar hidey hole, one with some basic first aid and two bottles of cheap booze.

 Having dug out all the supplies from what he supposed counted as a kitchen cabinet, Emory turned to Boss and held out bottle of whiskey. “Go ahead and take a shot because I’m going to need you to not give a shit when I start stitching you back together.”

[myopicmultitudes-blog]

I’m alive and sentient and 100% ready to not think about real life things so who wants to build some fantasy worlds with me?

[merliaseidon-archived]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

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I want to write, but my nerves are shot from all this hurricane business. I’ll lurk to send memes and maybe post a pic or two

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Average Tuesday Afternoon

[mercyofasaint]

myopicmultitudes:

Emory shrugged. “I’m gonna level with you, a name’s just a word like any other word. You could pick any name in the world to go by and we’d call you that without question. Doesn’t matter if it’s the one on a birth certificate. If you don’t like it, pick a new one.”

    “I…Thank you. Really, though, I’ll just stick with ‘Boss’ until I’m not the boss anymore. I like my name well enough but this whole anonymous thing is more fun, and better for everybody.” She tossed a small smile his way, taking a swig of her beer as she shook her head. “Saints’ got enough enemies without my own personal demons comin’ to find me. ‘Sides, I’ve heard the mysterious act is sexy.”

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He leaned back into the chair, growing comfortable as the minutes passed. “I wouldn’t know, but we can add “personal demons” to the ever-growing list of rivals and enemies. Which would double as a warning for your mysterious past and a nice sign that we care about the mental and spiritual well being of the Saints.”

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I have crawled out of my mini-self isolation. Again.

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