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Sticky Situation (open)

"I'm really tempted to just blow this place up and call it a day," Cr1t huffed as the alarms blared over head. The job was supposed to be a simple break in, take the money and files, and leave. How was he supposed to know the guard hadn't cleared the corner just yet and could remotely trigger the security system.

"Need evac, man, what's happening on your end?" he hoped he could be heard over the gunshots on both sides of the commlink.

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

back from the dead

[heyyyyy sorry for vanishing im trying this again lol]

[watchboss-blog]

there ain’t no rest for the wicked  

                           and ain’t nothing in this world for free

[blackwatchboy-blog]

“Justice ain’t gonna dispense itself”

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[blackwatchboy-blog]

🔫 Can’t shoot me down, can’t stop me now 🔫 🔫 I’ll right the wrongs of the past somehow 🔫 🔫 Ain’t got no riches, no silver spoon 🔫 🔫 When you see me comin’ into your saloon 🔫

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[help-from-above]

Perfect Nickname: TuxedoMan. --cr1t

“I mean, I do look pretty fuckin’ adorable in a tux, I can see where you’re coming from.”

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

Unfortunately, I cannot confirm. We should fix that sometime.

[help-from-above]

“Oh yeah? You tryna’ hang out? It’s gonna’ have to be something good if you wanna’ see me in a suit though, dude.”

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

So a bro-date to Taco Bell won’t cut it then?

[help-from-above]

“Close, but no cigar. Hit me up for some Chipotle, though. That is fine dining.”

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

Chipotle it is then. When’re you free?

[twofacedsam-blog]

❦ I’m bigger than my body ❦ ❦ I’m colder than this home ❦ ❦ I’m meaner than my demons❦  ❦ I’m bigger than these bones❦ 

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[dino-waffle-blog]

✌️ Watching all our friends fall ✌️ ✌️ In and out of Old Paul's ✌️ ✌️ This is my idea of fun ✌️ ✌️ Playing video games ✌️

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[salty-news-blog]

⚰ You’re over my head ⚰ ⚰ I’m out of my mind ⚰ ⚰ Thinking I was born in the wrong time ⚰ ⚰ Let’s start the rewind, everything is so throwback age ⚰

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[reocver]

❝ you were more of a c u r e

                      – than you k n e w  ❞

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[peakes]

|| Sedona.

[peakes]

“That’s a shame, I’d been hoping to try that sometime.” There was a thin line between the way Charlie flirted and just the things he said on a daily basis and, honestly, even he wasn’t sure what side he was on at this point.

“I’m Charlie, by the way,” he offered a small smile to the stranger, drumming his fingers on the table, unsure what else to do without a drink in his hand.

Matt shrugs a bit. “If you’re curious, do it. My experience shouldn’t stop you from following your dreams.”

For a moment, he hesitates. His name isn’t exactly well known, outside of oddly specific internet chunks and the crime circles within the city, but it’s out there. Hm.

“Peake,” he finally provides.

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“Peake,” Charlie squints slightly but there’s still a small smile on his face. He thinks he might know that name if he were more sober. “Nice. Fitting.”

He waves the bartender down for another drink because now he needs something to occupy him. He sips at it a bit (frowning slightly because he should have specified something different from the beer from before) before speaking again.

“I’m only disappointed ‘cause...” he pauses, trying to figure out how to be suave again, “I mean, it wouldn’t be good if yo--er--the other party member wasn’t having very much fun.”

Charlie decides it’s a good idea to put his drink to his mouth again. Stop him from speaking.

[help-from-above]

Perfect Nickname: TuxedoMan. --cr1t

“I mean, I do look pretty fuckin’ adorable in a tux, I can see where you’re coming from.”

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

Unfortunately, I cannot confirm. We should fix that sometime.

[help-from-above]

“Oh yeah? You tryna’ hang out? It’s gonna’ have to be something good if you wanna’ see me in a suit though, dude.”

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

So a bro-date to Taco Bell won’t cut it then?

[help-from-above]

Perfect Nickname: TuxedoMan. --cr1t

“I mean, I do look pretty fuckin’ adorable in a tux, I can see where you’re coming from.”

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

Unfortunately, I cannot confirm. We should fix that sometime.

[peakes]

|| Sedona.

[penguinwithsomepaint-blog]

In the few moments that Peake had spaced out, the pretty man disappeared from his vision. Huh. That’s.. that sucks, he decides, glancing up at the voice he registered was speaking to him. Oh. Maybe it doesn’t suck so much.

The flush on his cheeks is absolutely exclusively from the alcohol.

“Sex on the beach,” he replies softly. Admiring someone from afar is one thing, talking is.. another. “Which actually, despite how good the drink is, isn’t a pleasant experience.”

“That’s a shame, I’d been hoping to try that sometime.” There was a thin line between the way Charlie flirted and just the things he said on a daily basis and, honestly, even he wasn’t sure what side he was on at this point.

“I’m Charlie, by the way,” he offered a small smile to the stranger, drumming his fingers on the table, unsure what else to do without a drink in his hand.

[peakes]

|| Sedona.

@penguinwithsomepaint

It’s St. Patrick’s Day. Peake’s found himself in some bar downtown, a frilly drink in hand as he watches the goings-on. He’s not one for beer – smells too off-putting to be interesting. The man he’s spotted sipping at one, though.. that’s a different story. Long lashes, soft eyes, scruffy beard..

This guy looks way too pretty to be hanging around a place like this without someone hanging off his arm.  What a shame.

Peake folds his arm on the counter, taking another sip of his drink. It’s a nice thought, anyway. Maybe he’ll see if he can find the guy’s face online later, if only to appreciate it a little longer.

He might be a little drunk.

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Charlie’s been nursing this beer for a while, trying to work up the courage to approach someone. Specifically, the guy across the way. He’s holding something that looks far more appealing than whatever it was Charlie had ordered. Charlie is also 90% sure the stranger’s been eyeing him too, but that might be the hopeful buzz (okay, more than a buzz) talking. He glances down at the dregs of his beer, huffs, and knocks it back before getting up and making his way to the stranger in a manner he hopes isn’t as stumbly as he feels.

“So what’s that you’re drinking?” he starts, “’Cause it might just be the closest I get to a pretty thing like you.” Charlie tries to keeps his embarrassed wince to himself.

[queergraffiti]

“be gay. do crimes”

Marseille, France