Rocket Snowden

Brilliant!

Ah, well, you know. Things have certainly been better. But New York was lovely. And this too shall pass!

That's great. The only way is up, sister, remember that!

marcie-pan

If you’re wondering where I’ve been… I just bought this house! It was a bit more than I wanted to spend, but it’s in a gated community. Safety is worth every penny after all the rape/death threats I received over the past month. Thanks to everyone who helped me pack and unpack! I’m hoping to have a move-in party after I settle in sometime in January!

Wow it looks fantastic!

#convo #sabrmarcie

maverickcaviler

I have my fancy Sunday socks on. What is everyone doing with their day off today?

Working, actually. I've got a couple of tattoos to get done.

#convo #sabrmaverick

dawn--sparks

I’m…There’s a lot of weirdness going on in my life right now.

#//ignore text #convo #sabrsparrow

If you need to talk, Rocket's here for you. I've had a wild time too. Maybe I can relate.

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One in a Million Isn't All That Rare || Rocket and Patrick.

Patrick was pretty excited. He had wanted to get a tattoo for a quite a while, but he had never had the push to do it. But when he started talking to Rocket, well, things just seemed to slot into place. A shield would always keep him on top of his game - it would be like a little reminder from Cap to keep him on course. It sounded wonderful to Patrick. And he definitely wouldn’t want anyone else to tattoo him, save Rocket, who was so effortlessly cool, and attractive.

Patrick pulled on some dark jeans, and a white v neck. He combed his hair back, slipping on socks, and black converse sneakers. They were the most comfortable pair of shoes he owned, having been worn to threads. He pulled his phone into his back pocket, and finishing the look off, by pulling out his favorite jacket, a vintage letterman jacket from his days back in Boston. It made him the most comfortable, and he thought he looked pretty good in it too.

He walked around, making sure that everything was set up, so Bucky, his bulldog puppy, could have food and water, whilst Pat was out. “Love you, Buck. I’m out to get inked!”

He locked up, and was soon out on the road, taking his motorcycle for a spin. He whizzed down the streets, finally ending up in front of Rocket’s. He parked his bike, and made sure his hair was not matted down from his helmet. Soon, he was at Rocket’s door, and knocked, politely. Rocket swung the door open, and Pat smiled, a boyish grin. “Hey! How are you?”

#para #OIAMIATR #sabrpatrick

"I'm great!" He beamed, inviting the man into his home as he put out a cigarette. "Hey, if you don't like smoking or cigarettes, you tell me, okay? My sister has the air cleanser thing that takes the smoke from the air or something." He spoke swiftly, a cool aura swinging from his clear accent. His voice was a lot deeper than most would imagine, and he was a lot shorter than he looked on photographs.

Patrick, on the other hand, was not. He was as tall and as broad as his pictures suggests. Before speaking to Patrick, Rocket had been certain of his sexuality. Although he had been a virgin, so he couldn't have been that sure. Patrick opened his eyes. He saw something he usually only saw in women: potential.

Since spending time away, a confidence had blossomed in Rocket. It was beautiful to those that didn't know what had caused it. But the ever increasing stack of alcohol and cigarettes became slightly alarming.

"I've set up a couple of designs and the ink in the next room. If you wanna come and take a look that'd be grand." He grinned, walking through to kitchen. "Can I get you a drink or anything? I need to tell you that you need to eat at least two hours before your tattoo. If it's your first, I suggest an energy drink to raise your blood sugar levels."

That’s perfectly fine! Just text me tomorrow when you know!

I will most certainly do that! How are you, Finley?

#sabr starter #sabrstarter

Wrapped up in my sweater. I'm feeling incredibly flu-ish, but I'm hoping I'll have recovered by tomorrow. It's probably caused by swimming at midnight. It was a little bit cold, and skinny dipping wasn't all that wise.

That would be brilliant! When could you come over?

I get my work routine tomorrow, so we can work around that this week.

I dunno Rocket…

You don't think that you deserve that?

#convo #sabrsparrow

fawn-costa

Well that’s real sweet of you to say, Rocket. Thank you.

NYC, that’s exciting. Hecka cool, man. What did you do there? I’m alright, everything’s been pretty chill lately. Nothing special.

I don't like it when people don't like their bodies or faces. Everybody is beautiful in a very unique way.

I went to a few Tatoo expos, visited a few famous landmarks. I had a really great time. Chill is good. Be thankful when there are moments when your work gets on top of you.

#convo #sabrfawn

anastezavr

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#//ignore the name #voice

I gave singing ago. But I think I might have shown myself up...

One in a Million Isn't All That Rare || Rocket and Patrick.

Rocket wasn't ashamed that he had started to smoke again. His trip to NYC had brought him back to LA with a very different mind set. He had lost all sense of regard for his own life. He felt that death was inevitable, his fate was already sealed. It was going to happen. And some unpredictable force already had his planned. If it was Lung Cancer, it was too late to change that.

He walked around the house in just his tight black jeans and a pair of white socks. He'd cut his mane of blonde hair short, and dyed it brown in his time away. He'd lost at least 3kgs in his time away. He'd stopped taking his medication. All things considered, he was looking pretty good.

He'd set up his desk in the kitchen with the colours for Patrick's tattoo. A few designs were scattered on the table, coupled with a large can of Red Bull. He hadn't slept in a few nights, but the insomnia felt good. Some how. He wasn't throwing up any more. But he found himself on late night strolls. Late night jogs. Exposed yet more alive than ever before.

When there was a knock at the door, he slipped a leather jacket on the seem slightly more presentable. The leather felt cool against his bare skin. It felt nice. He swung open the large oak door and invited Patrick inside, "Hey!"

#convo #sabrpatrick #OIAMIATR

That’s amazing! I love kids. I love Christmas Time the most, because I always have out Christmas cookies for all of the kids who come into the Nook!

If you need a Santa at the Nook, I'll volunteer!

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Jesus, that sounds so cool!

Well, you’ve got my attention.

I've lost count of all my tattoos, now.

I like having you're attention. Do you want to call by for your ink today? I'm not busy.

#convo #sabrpatrick

That’s so sweet of you! I love volunteering, during Christmas time.

I told the children that I was one of santa's helpers and they were mesmerized. I swear, if I ever settle down with a wife, we're adopting thousands of children.

fawn-costa

That’s amazing. Many congratulations to you, my friend. I’ve always wished that would happen with me and Taylor Momsen, but, I’m still waiting. C’est la vie.

How’s it going, by the way?