equally diseased

║part time 'muralist', full time bastard║ "this ain’t The Godfather, homie"   And if freedom is doing what I want, well that means I gotta know what is- not just what it isn't. So I'll dig up the dirt and I'll throw down some seed because the world needs more spinach, not more motherfuckers like me.

[supagirl]

[sanctusvincentius]

cassiebennett​:

Breakfast actually sounded like a great idea at 2am. “You’ve caught my attention.” She tells him with a sweet smile. Cassie wasn’t stupid, in fact she had a brilliant mind, however when it came to simple things like not wandering off with a complete stranger in the street of New York City at night. She tended to believe that everyone was good with fine intentions unless otherwise showed differently. Luckily for her sake she hadn’t been given a reason yet to really think different on the situation. 

Cassie smiled at the fact that this stranger was worried about her safety. “I mean I don’t usually aimlessly wander the streets at night but I am a veteran at walking home alone at night after my shift.” She tells him with a chuckle. “Plus my trusty sidekick pepper spray has my back if I need it.” She tells him. “Cassie.” She answers when the man asks for her name “And you are?” She asks him. Exchanging names was the first formality in becoming accountancies instead of strangers. 

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“The bacon is always cooked perfectly,” he says, feeling like he needs to sell the place to her for some reason. The diner is good- and it was a fantastic safe haven for nights like these. “Vinny,” he answers with a smile. “’s nice to meet you, Cassie.” It is a relief to hear she has at least some form of protection. He doesn’t assume the worst about people but he does believe in having a backup plan in case their intentions weren’t what you’re expecting.

“Have you ever had to use the pepper spray?” Vinny asks mostly because he’s heard sometimes they weren’t super effective- and there’s the risk of the wind blowing the spray back in your face. Definitely not the outcome you’re looking for when you need to use the thing.

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younghoax​:

• 𝕁𝕆ℝ𝔻𝔸ℕ • 𝕄𝕆𝕆ℝ𝔼 ✁

Sounds like a likely story, he thinks, still chuckling as he tries not to look down and trigger another hysterical burst. “No? You take ‘em off yourself and hand ‘em right over?” Shit, that’s even funnier, and he’s giggling again, shaking his head as he tries to drop it.

“Yeah, it’s cool. Gotta kill some time right now anyway.” Because -surprise, surprise- Marco is pissing him off again and his shift doesn’t start for another two hours. Jordan’s trying this new thing, a ‘the worse shit gets the less Sam knows’ policy, so showing up early ain’t an option. It’s pretty sweet so far; Sam watched it all go to shit when J’s mom died but now, as things continue to go downhill, Jordan’s getting pretty good at acting like they’re on the ups. It was his mom that taught him how to lie; “Tell a small portion of the truth and they’ll assume the rest is real, too.”

Anyway.

Jordan shakes his head as they head back towards his car. It’s probably best he’s leaving already, parked illegally in a side street that he’s never tried his luck on before. “Y’can make me a coffee when we get there,” he decides, just about having wiped the smile off his face now. “Oh, shit. Stella’s friend,” Jordan suddenly recalls as he digs for a new cigarette. “Thought I knew y’face, I– y’want one?” He offers one out, pre-rolled from this morning before he continues: “I see you at the bar sometimes.”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“Nah, they’re were off, next to me and I was dead asleep but...” he waves him off, shaking his head in amusement. Vinny knows he’s making fun but he needs this guy to know he’s not entirely stupid. “Cool. Day off?” Today’s supposed to be Vinny’s day off too but it really hasn’t been the relaxing morning he thought it would be. At least if he’d been working today he’d still have his damn boots on his feet. 

Coffee? That works. A perfect exchange really ‘cause Vinny would’ve probably made himself some coffee when he got home anyway. Jordan’s even a bit lucky, he’s caught him on a good week where he even has some fancy coffee creamer in his fridge for once.

“Yeah- Yeah, sure.” He nods twice and takes the cigarette. “Thanks. You roll these yourself,” it’s not really a question, Vinny’s just mostly appreciating it for what it is. Some old school DIY vibes, right there. “See, I thought I recognized y’too but wasn’t sure. But you saying Stella makes sense. I go over there a lot.” The guy is unfamiliar enough for Vinny to assume he’s more Stella’s friend than Eric’s- ‘cause he already knows all of them. “I’m her partner’s brother-” wait that’s not specific enough anymore “- her boyfriend’s brother, I mean.”

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bambisolano​:

Oh God, of all the people to smack into, it just had to be Vinny of all of New York City. And Bambi wasn’t small so that knock surely could have landed them both on their asses if it had been any harder of a take down. “Of course I’m okay, you’re like a thin little toothpick, couldn’t knock me down even if you tried, Vinny.” Not true but Bambi wasn’t about to not take a jab when they could.

“Oh, ho ho, no such chance, papi,” Bambi said, rolling their eyes before eyeing up the bags that he had in his hands. “Your present is already wrapped and ready for Christmas. You’re forgetting, I shop ahead. Right now I’m just trying to find a couple things for the kids at the hospital. Is my present in one of those bags? Or is my Christmas present you finally gracing me with a sleepover like we used to in high school. We never see each other anymore it feels, you’re like a stranger.” Dramatic? Yes. But that was Bambi, always having a flare for such.

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“ A toothpick? You’re hurtin’ my feelings.” He feigns a pouty look but quickly shifts back into a grin. Vinny hides the bags behind his back, tutting at Bambi, “It may or may not be here. No peeking.” Okay maybe he hadn’t bought it yet but he had a pretty good idea what to get them. He’s a professional at this after knowing Bambi so long.

Bambi and their dramatics, something he’s always been fond of. “’Kay, you know what? Let’s do it this week. Pick a day, I’ll figure it out and I’ll be there.” There is some truth to their words, Vinny does get distant sometimes but it’s mostly because he gets so damn tired from work some days- something he knows Bambi experiences too with their demanding job. 

[cagefreeromanroy]

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clairexliu​:

𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓊

She’s been in New York for a very short period of time, but she can already see that it’s just as ugly as she could have imagined, and not in the visual sense. She can’t even buy herself a coffee from a street vendor without someone walking up to her, barefoot, and complaining of robbery.

Once upon a time, not that long ago, Claire had wanted to be the district attorney – there are certain traits that come with that. She eyes the man, noting the distinct lack of shoes, the way his eyes move, the angle of his head. It’s how she determines that he’s being honest.

“Need a lawyer for that?” She asks, reaching into her bag to produce a twenty dollar bill and her business card, freshly printed and picked up from just down the street. “Maybe you should get yourself a pair of slippers, too.” She adds, handing him another twenty. It’s close enough to Christmas, anyway, and she’s always been a giver.

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

The bills were in his hand before he could even say no. Forty dollars? Must be the Christmas spirit. He was certainly lucky this was the stranger he chose to approach. “A lawyer?” He flips over the business card, taking a look at what was written. “Nah, I didn’t even see the person. My eyes were literally closed,” he shrugs. Vinny didn’t really have the intention of going after who did it anyway. Someone who stole old boots must really need them, right? So who’s he to get them in trouble for it.

He’ll keep the business card though. Maybe it will come in handy, maybe it won’t. Hopefully it won’t. “Thank you, Claire. Sorry, can I call you that? Or Miss Liu, if you prefer? Either way, thank you. Anyway I can pay ya back?”

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jeremiahlodge​:

𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔶~

“Thank you!” Jer says very genuinely, a smile on his lips and his ears just a little bit pink because he always gets a little flushed when anyone compliments him, stranger or not. “I am! I’m in my third year of medical school, actually, been doing some interning because I think I want to go into pathology, which means more school than just the standard 8 years of undergrad then med school…” And why is he telling all this to a guy he doesn’t know? It just rolls off the tongue. “What do you do?”

Jer nods solemnly, “Fourteen.” He repeats, tapping the pencil on his book now with a sigh. “I did read them all. Because I’m a mega-nerd, and I had zero friends in high school.” He punctuates it with a bright grin so the guy doesn’t think he’s feeling sorry for himself. “Time well spent, if I’m honest.”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“That’s a whole lotta school. It’s good you found something you really like. Are you interning at a hospital?” Vinny figures Jer must really love the field, and that’s the kind of doctors needed in the world. “I’m a, uh, community organizer?” He never knows what to call himself, “I help run a community center, over in Bushwick. Me and one of my neighbors started it some years ago.” 

“Better spent reading than doing dumb shit,” he agrees. One of his goals at the community center is offering things for teenagers to do outside of school to keep them outta trouble. Sports seemed to be the favorite but he did have some bookworms here and there. “I didn’t read much in high school. It seemed like too much- doing homework and reading for fun.” He smiles, “But I caught up in my twenties by reading on my work breaks and stuff.”

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alexxa-caldwll​:

“Hush, you’re fine. I don’t have anything else for the rest of the day so it’s no problem. It’s nice to meet you, Vinny.” She smiled softly, outstretching her hand to shake his, noting that he had a very kind smile and sweet eyes. She got good vibes from him and usually she was very good at reading things like that. “So where in Brooklyn are you? Any good sandwich places out that way? I don’t go over the bridge as much as I should. I know food is really good over there.”

She walked with him toward her care, grabbing her keys from her bra and pressing the clicker to unlock it. She walked around to the drivers side, hoping he’d go to the passenger side and get in. “How about you pay me back with lunch? Deal?”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“Thank you, nice to meet you too. You’re a life saver.” He’s grateful that Alexa is willing to drive him. She also looked a tiny bit familiar- maybe a friend of a friend of a friend or something. It’s hard to say who, when he meets so many people on the daily. “Bushwick. Born and raised. Some of the best food in the whole city. There’s hole in the wall type places that beat the one’s in Hells Kitchen any day.”

“Lunch? Deal. There’s a deli ‘bout a block away from my place that has some killer sandwiches.” A meal for a ride seemed like a fair trade. It’s a damn good thing the wallet the thief had taken along with his boots only had a few dollars and a gift card in it. He had most of his cash in his backpack at home, along with his cards. “You know the area at all?”

[sanctusvincentius]

tcmmykane​:

𝕥𝕜~

Tommy watches the man as he approaches the shelf and picks up the snack Tommy has just asked about, it makes him smile, watching the guy drop the graham cracker snack into his basket; like he left a little impression on the guy. “They’re really good – I like ‘em, anyway. But I’m not too difficult to please.” He’d eat just about anything, after all – maybe he wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’d eat it.

Tommy laughs, “Same hat.” He says, gesturing between the two of them. “Maybe we were pirates in a former life – that’s why we’re drawn to the thought of it now.” He scratches at the stubble on his face, thinking. “I thought – until very recently – the only modern pirates we had were online.”

Tommy pulls a face, shaking his head, “Oh, no, shit, man, that’s the worst. You gonna get back on the subway or you tired of it? Scared you’ll do the same thing on the way back?” He doesn’t know this guy from the next, but smoking marijuana recreationally is legal in New York City, so he thinks it doesn’t hurt to offer. “I got a joint in my pocket, if you wanna burn some time and ease up some of your irritation?”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

There’s not a lot Vinny doesn’t eat. Life has taught him to appreciate almost any food. He’d even done a brief stint as a freegan when he was younger and it certainly showed him how not be picky. “So if I don’t end up liking ‘em I’ll just give the rest to you,” he says, giving himself more of a reason to buy the crackers- they wouldn’t go to waste no matter what.

Vinny nods, laughing, “Yeah, you’re probably right. Who knows, maybe we were in the same crew.” He doesn’t doubt that was the kind of person either of them were in another life. “See, if we take that kind of piracy into consideration we can say we’ve met pirates. No one has to know we’re just talking about friends who download torrents on their shitty laptops.”

“Honestly? I’m hatin’ the thought of getting back on the subway anytime soon.” He scratches the back of his neck, thinking if trying to get a cab would be worth it at all. Vinny smiles but shakes his head, “I would but that’s probably just gonna make me sleepier. At least that’s what happened all the other times I’ve smoked recently. Thanks though.” Of course he knows that has a lot to do with the type of weed but sometimes he just feels like he’s grown out of it. There’s some irony in the fact that now that it’s legal, he doesn’t like it, and when it wasn’t, well, he spent more money on it than he ever should’ve. “But I don’t mind secondhand smoke, y’know, if you wanna smoke.”

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silas--black​:

Silas had just swung his leg over his motorcycle when he heard the man’s voice and paused putting on his helmet. He’d just done a run around the park and was now at the edge of it on the street, getting ready to go home. He looked down at the man’s feet, noting the lack of shoes and then studied him for a moment. “Yeah, no shit. Don’t leave your shit around and you won’t get robbed, sweetheart.” He smirked, a playful glint in his eye. He had too, the man was too attractive not too.

“Three dollars? It went up, didn’t it. Well, since you’re without shoes and already walking around on the New York City sidewalk, I’d hate for you to catch something by walking on the subway barefoot so why don’t you hop on my bike and we can go grab you shoes and I’ll take you home. You can’t be out without your damn shoes, come on!”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

Sweetheart, huh? “Yeah, wasn’t my smartest moment. It’s never happened before.” Probably because he’s never fallen asleep in the park before with his shoes off.  “I was asleep,” Vinny explains, wanting the guy to know he’s not a total idiot.

The offer was too nice to not accept- it beat having to take the subway barefoot easily. He’d probably end up with a rusty nail in his foot with his luck. “You sure you’re fine with driving me over to Brooklyn? That’s where I live.” He didn’t want to be a complete inconvenience to the kind stranger. Not everyone was willing to drive over to another borough for someone they don’t know. “Honestly, thank you. The sooner I get home, the sooner I can get on with my day.”

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itsgabrielking​:

If Gabe knew some little hole in the wall places, he’d go but there was one thing he didn’t trust and that was diner coffee. Too many cups while waiting for contacts and shit in the past and it wasn’t something that he was looking forward to trying it again any time soon. As long as they had coffee and not just fancy ass shit that he could barely pronounce? He was good to go. Plus this place wasn’t all too fire from the known path ‘home’.

“Ah, don’t know, maybe if you ask nicely it could be arranged,” Gabe said, a smirk on his face as he observed Vinny across the way. He’d like to think that someone would do the same thing for him even if it wasn’t the case. High hopes, he supposed. “Don’t know if this place is always this packed but if it is, I might have to either make sure my roommate has coffee or find another place because this is kind of ridiculous. Might as well offer the seat though, least you’re not a yappy New York chick who only talks about fashion.”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“I won’t beg but I know when to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’,” he gives a sly smile and takes a careful sip of his hot coffee. “I couldn’t tell ya- I haven’t been here before today. Does your roommate at least have a machine?” Seems like this guy hasn’t been living with said roommate for too long.

“What if I’m a yappy fashion-loving New York guy?” Vinny says but is immediately shaking his head, knowing it’s a dumb joke and pretty unbelievable once you’ve taken one look at him. “What’s your name? I’m Vinny,” he introduces himself, figuring he’d ought to know the name of the guy making his morning a bit easier.

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bambisolano​:

where: the streets of new york, anywhere really since bambi goes everywhere! (feel free to assume connections since bambi is native to NYC)

A day off was a blessing in Bambi’s profession and it was thankfully a day that they didn’t have to go over to their families for dinner or run an errand so they decided to hit the streets of New York for some Christmas shopping. Mostly decorations and the like because they were determined to make the children’s ward sparkly and shiny and save them from the doom and gloom. Not to mention they were organizing a little Christmas concert too. 

Singing All I Want For Christmas under their breath, Bambi spun around at one of the local little stands selling trinkets on the street corner and bumped into someone before letting out a squeak followed by an apology. “Dios Mio, I’m sorry! You okay?”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

He had spotted Bambi from a mile away. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration but he’d recognize them anywhere at any time, that’s for sure. Vinny was determined to sneak up on them and it seems like he perfectly succeeded in doing so when they unexpectedly turn around and crash straight into him. “Bambi.” He sputters from the surprise for a second before a laugh takes over him. Vinny meant to spook them but ended up getting spooked himself. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I was tryin’ to see if you were buying my present, vida.” He teases as a half explanation to why he was just right there behind them. Vinny’s got a couple of bags in his hands himself, also having taken part of the day to hunt down presents for his favorite people. He had literally just been debating on what to get for Bambi when he saw them.

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spencerquinnofficial​:

✑ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧;

   Parking’s always shitty in Manhattan, there’s no doubt about it, but he’s been around long enough to know where to leave the Jeep now, even if it means having to walk a little out of his way to get back there. It was a quick in-and-out shopping trip, grabbing exactly what he needed from exactly where he knew it’d be, and Spencer’s just tying up a call with his publisher, checking his sweater for pastry crumbs following a brief stop at a cafe, when the voice pulls his eyes from the cotton to the man.

“Vincent,” he says, an amused look on his face as his eyes drift to his feet next, which he somehow doesn’t bark a laugh at, before his gaze returns to the man’s face. “You’ve looked better,” Spencer admits, an amused smile taking over him. He could leave it at that and walk away for the sake of a good laugh, but he’s feeling generous. “… And I’m parked around the corner. Come on.” He starts towards his car, but then pauses, huffs, rolls his eyes. He does not wanna do this, but…

“Here,” he grumbles, digging into the shopping bag in his hand and pulling out a cardboard box. “If you scuff these shoes I will cut them from your body, Vincent. Put them on.”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“Quinn.” He can see the amused look on Spencer’s face and honestly if the situation was inversed, Vinny would probably be the same. So he doesn’t blame him- at least he didn’t outright laugh. “I’ve been better. Turns out not having shoes on really ruins an outfit,” he jokes. At the offer of a ride home, Vinny grins. It was good he’d ran into someone he knows ‘cause it was very possible that if he’d talked to a stranger, all he’d get is a middle finger in response. “You’ll drive me home?” Generous never had been a word Stella used to describe the man to him but Vinny appreciates this unexpected virtue.

He leans back against the wall of a building, using it as balance so he can get the shoes on. Vinny makes sure to at least try to wipe the dirt off his feet before putting on the shoes. “I’ll be careful.” He’s always been good at not mistreating borrowed items. Once he’s got both on, he straightens up, looking at Spencer. “They fit perfect. You sure you didn’t buy them for me?”

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mrconnorandrews​:

“I keep trying to figure out if a car is worth it in all the traffic. I could get something modified even if need to, so I could use it even without my prosthetic on. Is it better then relying on busses or a taxi, you think?” he asked, wondering what someone else with experience in that area would think. Money wouldn’t be an issue if a car would be worth it, but he just wasn’t sure if it was.

“I know, I really don’t get it. It seems like even if it’s as complicated as they say it is, they could take a ‘slow and steady’ approach, you know, renovate one stop at a time. At least it would be improvement, if we could even get to half the stops being accessible instead of a quarter it would make such a big difference.” he said, shaking head softly. Of course, he had slightly brought his personal situation on himself by living farther away from his school then he needed to, but he had wanted to get farther away from his parents, The less likely the chance of randomly running into them the better.

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“I think it is. Especially if you’re driving yourself. ‘Cause then you don’t have to worry about bus schedules or waiting for an available taxi.” Vinny has spent his fair share of time stuck in traffic but the independence of getting around in your own vehicle makes it reasonable to stomach. And his dad had told him before that he’d drive himself if he could, despite the traffic. “You can do things at your own pace.”

“Yeah, the city has it’s priorities all outta wack. It would make a lot of people’s lives easier.” He drums his fingers on the surface in front of him, “You ever try like, going to one of those public city council meetings? I bet if you had some people with you, backing you up, you could get them to hear you out.” Which was the bare minimum, wasn’t it? It was the public office, they’re supposed to listen to the citizens. 

[atrickrtreat]

[dailygraceland]

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akselrodchenko​:

Aksel had finally got away from his personal assistant and was just breathing in the normality of life without someone telling him had things to do when he heard someone approach. With a worried frown, Aksel looked at the man’s feet and then his face. “ Are you ok?” He asked, more concerned with the persons welfare. “ I have personal driver who is about to take me home. You can jump in with me if you like? And… I know they are pretty old and tattered but..” He pulled out his boots of his bag and handed them to the other man as his car approached.“ These should keep your feet warm till you get home. I’m Aksel by the way… oh and no jokes about my footwear ok?” He murmured with a small smile across his face as he then looked down at his own feet which were adorned by white ballet slippers and grey leg warmers. Aksel walked to the blacked out jaguar and smiled. “ Jump in. Where do you need to go?” He asked as he slid into the back and left the door open for the other. “ Its my works car so I don’t have to worry about the fare.”

/𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢//𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩/

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just annoyed at my bad luck, ya know?” The offer was too good to refuse. Of course he’d take a ride and borrowed shoes over taking the metro home barefooted. “I’m not picky,” he jokes with a smile when he’s handed the boots. Vinny was only a couple inches taller than the man, so hopefully the boots will fit. It’s just for the ride home anyway, at home he’ll have his own to wear.

Vinny glances down at the man’s slippers when he mentions them. “You a dancer?”  His eyebrows go up when he notices what car they were going into. When he’d said personal driver, Vinny thought maybe he was talking about a Uber. But this was fancy. To Vinny, at least. “Alright.” He slides in next to Aksel, “Thank you. I need to get to Bushwick. Brooklyn.”