KEEP ON WALKIN'

ind. private. rufus a.k.a. "killeroo" read rules + about time_is_widget.init({Wyong_Shire_z60b:{time_format:"12hours:minutes:secondsAMPM"}}); est. nov. 2015 written by dot.

[kylie]

*makes eye contact with security cameras to assert dominance*

[whiteknuckle-deactivated2017060]

i grew up in a small town where you do or say one thing and everybody knows about it. you see it happen, there’s always the town gossip; “oh did you hear about so and so?” or “did you hear what went on in this household?”                                               so i learned at a very young age just to keep my mouth shut.

[notskippy]

               now, he wasn’t the first black fella to be trying his luck in a land that wasn’t his own (now, if he was white...), but that didn’t mean shit was easy. first month had been rough, customs and travel aside (cocksuckers almost took his bike for havin’ dirt in the tread!), and then there was all the hassle of tryin’ to stake some sort of claim to the road. no group was easily gonna take him.

so he drove alone. that’s how it started, that’s how it starts, and that’s how it goes. ‘sides, plenty of the time it’s more peaceful that way. open road, an endless track. till he’s in the middle of fuck-all nowhere with fumes in his tank and an empty stomach to boot. sure he’d filled it up last stop... damn it.

he figures it’s a stroke of good luck when he finally spots road signs again, deer x-ing aside. signs mean a town. course, when he finally rolls up into the capital of fuck-all nowhere, it’s about as pleasant as... well, and that’s just the thing.

it’s just too dandy. so he decides the moment he gets to the main street that once he’s filled and full, he’s getting the hell out of the place. and well, that’s the plan isn’t it? until he’s stopping at the small servo for gas and there’s no one around.

a sigh, heavy and hot. kickstand down, keys in pocket (ain’t no town out here full of just dandies), and he’s cupping his hands to see inside the dim windows. nothing.

         ‘what kinda shithole...’

@shopcop

[yautjawarrior-blog]

              ∴   — THIS IS YOUR HUNT.

yautja / predator / alien hunter.  canon + original influence. written by leo.

[notskippy]

whispers i still hate making icons

[notskippy]

@madehiswar from ‘ere

             guy can bitch and moan all he wants; yanks goin’ soft.

        ‘ jerky, huh? mate, you might have a big gun and a lotta talk, but i’ve heard better threats FROM overgrown rats. dunno ‘bout you, but the sort’ve shit you pull deserves MORE than a kick in the cock.’

[lindseymorganarchive]

I never got to say goodbye.

a six word story (via narniawrites)

[tonguepullingsarchive-deactivat]

              ❛ i have no idea what you just said but considering it came from a– what,  seven foot kangaroo ?  yeah,  i’ll try and see the humor in this situation and take it lightly.  ❜

[notskippy]

               ‘ right. course. americans.            ---------- but that don’t mean y’can just disregard what i’m sayin’ because of what i am; might just be me, but y’smell off, love. ’

[grincarved]

     “WHY is there sump’n  w  r  o n  g  with m y—        He is quick to quip, an almost near accusation, aggravated since the greasepaint is fresh and clean, looks picture perfect to him, as he just applied it that morning, and in that moment he is made dimly aware of just who he is talking to; Kohl-rimmed eyes are blown wide at the realization that he is having a conversation with a walking, talking marsupial. 

         “—-Uhhhhhh….” 

       It’s really all he can muster up to say at this point, stumble on only hushed utterances, suppressed by a range of choice words and sentence enhancers beginning to flood his mind, because he isn’t QUITE sure if CRANE THE NERD slipped another experimental batch of the fear toxin, in his drink when he wasn’t looking. Wow what a complete asshole. 

@notskippy

[notskippy]

         Now, he’s is used to people having the whole range of reactions when seeing his furry hide; confusion, disbelief, and fear are the most common. He isn't saying that's a bad thing, outside of the maybe when he wants some answers and they're tripping balls over tongue with the fact he has a tail (yes, I can fuckin' move it, no, it's harder than it looks to STAND on the fuckin' thing like in the cartoons)--------- but he'd be lying through his teeth if he said he isn't looking out for what sort've reaction this nutso had.

        Simply put, it could mean the difference between a sideshow attraction using public showers to wash 'imself, and an honest-to-fuck attempt to turn the seven foot roo into a taxidermy piece. Wishing more than a little that he'd put a shirt on before going out (his best one is in the fucking wash, you try going shopping for that figure!), hands size enough to cover n' crush faces tipped in angled claws shoot up, a defence against whatever brand of crazy this guy is selling. He may have been a seven foot killing machine made in a lab, but there's a whole lot worse out there; and they usually come with white smiles and monkey genes.

                 "Nothin'!         Nothin' wrong wit' your uh---------"                                                 one curled finger down, shit, stumped----                         "PAINT!        Nothin' wrong with't.                                                                    All good, mate.                                                                                 Spoke too hasty."

          There's no quick route out though, he's stuck for excuses and might as well stuck in traffic for how he's got nowhere to go. Fucking holidays. But he's still getting looked at and shit, nerves get the better of him as furred hands go to furred chest.

                          "I-- uh, heh, yeah-- should'a put a shirt on, I know."

[kookyquack-deactivated20160807]

      ‘ you gotta pouch ta go with those ears?                    —— nah, i’m joshin’ ya! call me HARLEY, everyone does! ’

[notskippy]

        ‘ okay, real fuckin’ cute. ask again and i’ll josh ya into the sidewalk.                         --- HARLEY, huh? don’t s’pose you’ve heard the bike jokes already? ’

[reallyviolent-blog]

          ‘ right, of course you are…. of course it is… i, um —— BUSINESS.                are you here on business?’

[notskippy]

      ‘ BUSINESS??     ---love, do i look like the kind of guy that does business?         i’m just here on vacation. and maybe to knock a few heads around if         trouble pops up. ’

[canadianslut]

Merry fuckin Christmas where is the hard liquor

[terrible]

if u listen closely u can hear me not caring 

[kronol-deactivated20160107]

          she’s not looking at him so much as she’s looking through him.

               ‘ did they take your pouch, too? ’

[notskippy]

                ‘ my----- ’

             lil’ girl or fuckin’ not---

                ‘ i ain’t a fuckin’ GIRL, shortstack. ’

[camelbeard-archive-deactivated2]

“I know it’s not much, but this sure has come in handy a shit ton of times.” Jensen handed Rufus his Glock19. “Bit of sentimental value before my dad passed on.” He nodded and acknowledged the exchange with the PT100. “Man,” Jake eyes inspected it precariously before he handed it back to Rufus. “Fuckin’ ace gear.”

[notskippy]

“Mm,” Is all given as he took the exchange. A nice gun, and it’d do most jobs. ‘Course, there was the spark of curiosity at what kind’ve job. “I get th’ value part,” He said soft as he raised and checked the levelling, “and if it serves, it serves.” Flipping it to give in return, his own weapon was rested back into place before continuing. “Thanks, mate. Gotta say though, y’one of the first to not wonder why I’m usin’ it in the first place.”

[anarchiismsa-deactivated2018120]

                           ❛ uh —- gas station a block south from here. ❜

[notskippy]

         in, out, big guy. bloke’s being helpful,                                no need to bite his head off.

                   ‘ ------ thanks. sorry, by th’way. i mean-- really sorry.                                      shouldn’t have blown like that. you ...                                                      you wanna let me buy you a pack ? ’

[idleprayer-deactivated20160515]

           ❛  you’ve come to ter  ———   OF COURSE. obviously. that makes perfect sense.  ❜          needless to say, the comment doesn’t do much to refrain him from freaking the fuck out over it all       …     aussies. jesus christ. leave it to them to experimento on a goddamned kangaroo for   military  purposes, from all things       ;       & to think that once, in what feels like ages ago now, his major problems had to do with finding out vampires weren’t a fairytale like he’d been led to believe      ———     great improvement there, sort of. the crazy never stops, does it ?         ❛  how ‘bout you give a pal some time to adjust himself, huh  —  ?  ❜ can’t believe he just said that. to a two meter talking kangaroo. who seems to be extremely interested in his car.            JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.       ❛  it’s uhm    —   it was   …   my dad’s. you were   —   around ?  during 1967 ?    ;   alright, figures. i guess. any other FUN FACTSyou wanna share ?  ❜

[notskippy]

          ' look, mate------ ' ah fuck, this was gonna be something.      couldn't a guy be interested in a (great) set of wheels without someone bringing up the whole roo thing ? ?          ' i didn't askto be made, and best thing i can do is enjoy what i got. i go through this song n' dance with every bob and joe that sees me,      and it's been a long time. '      defensive isn't his style, but bracing forearms against his chest, he makes his stance clear--------                pretty car or not,

         'y'dad's? makes sense. '        maybe there's an insult in there, maybe there's not. maybe this guy stops askin' questions about way of life.             ' and yeah. i was. i was a kid then, but knew how't use an AK just fine. like i said----- ' his lip curls some into what would be a sneer on any normal features,         ' ...    it's been'a long time. '