( i'm the bad guy. )

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blue let a growl bubble up from the base of her throat, before shrieking at the other. she hated. absolutely HATED. anyone near her enclosure that wasn’t her alpha or her sisters. and this bad smelling fleshy one, was no exception. 

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       Jesse frowned a little when he heard the growl, eyebrows arching. He knew velociraptors weren’t nice, obviously, but that was just RUDE. For a split second, he almost considers tossing something in the enclosure, just to see how the raptor would react, but all he has is the marijuana and his phone and he’s willing to part with neither of those things. 

                           “You in a bad mood, down there?”

[citystarlet]

scelerratus.

                    ❛   yeah, no, my name is literally mary jane. listen– I KNOW, i know.

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          “Oh — Oh, jeez, for real? Man, I’m sorry. I hope you were, like, SUPER            sheltered as a kid, ‘cause otherwise that must have blown.”

[prophesiedthief-deactivated2015]

            “Are ya’ sure?  Because right now you just look like              a fool, grown man playing in the dark on children’s              playground equipment, ain’t cool.” The thief holds up              his index finger, pointing from one end of the park to              the other. “It’s a shorter walk if I cut through it, which              isn’t actually weird. Your first assumption is that I’m              a drug dealer? Ya’ okay?”

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           “Hey man,       there’s a lot of drug dealers around here. If              you really live around here you ought’a know that.   And              anyhow, I ever said I was being COOL. I was just mindin’               my own business, y’know, unlike you.” 

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          “No thanks, man. You’re creepy.”

Mindy’s stubborn and she hates sharing. She throws the man a nasty glare, practically a snarl. She’s just about a second  away from hissing like a rabid cat.

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Alright, so not quite the response he’d been hoping for, but his smile only falters for a moment.       Clearly this kid is in a rough  patch, and Jesse gets that, he really does.   He was pretty bratty when he was a kid sometimes, too.

             “What if I bought you ICE CREAM?                 Would you chill then?     There’s a                 truck over there and anything.”

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ofblueisms liked for a thing.

        Alright,  so lighting up above a velociraptor cage probably wasn’t the         WISEST decision he’d ever made, but the handlers were gone for the         day and, having already jumped the fence and clambered up onto the         catwalks above the habitat,     it just seemed like the thing to do. And,          thanks to that,            he was maybe a LITTLE BIT too laid-back about         leaning over the bar, trying to get a better look at the raptor below.

                               “Havin’ a good time down there, Blue? You                                  are Blue, right? I mean, you’re blue, so”

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like for s/t short && vague

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                 ❛        pugs & shit are -– WEIRD. fucking                  weird as hell, really.        ❜  

                 her eyes narrow as she watches the guy pet her dog, but she relents to even laugh for half a second when aster goes in for a lick to the cheek. she doesn’t always enjoy how everyone believes that a dog is an opening for someone to just walk up & start petting them, but IT’S OKAY every now & then. he’s not being completely annoying with it. YET.

                 she knows that she’s supposed to set aster up in his harness -– the one that blares SERVICE DOG. but she doesn’t. carries her own MIGHT NEED PILLS & hopes she DOESN’T need them. hopes aster can just be her dog & not step up to the plate of all of her fuck ups. it’s better to be annoyed by people who think they can just sit & pet your dog then have to deal with people thinking they can ask WHY. it’s against their protocol, but she doesn’t fucking care, really. she relents with a regulated addition to his nametag on his collar, & hopes that no one pays close enough attention to get curious.

                 ❛        -– you have one of your own ?         ❜  

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                              “Oh — nah, not yet.    Always wanted one, though,                                 but I, uh. I move around a lot, you know? No use                                having a dog if it’s not gonna be happy with me.” 

                Granted, Jesse feels pretty positive that he’d be a great pet owner, especially now that he’s completely sober. Hell, maybe it would help him stay sober — there was no greater motivator than love, after all, at least not in Jesse’s book, and he’s pretty sure dogs are basically required to love you back no matter how bad you fuck up. Definitely the kind of companion that Jesse could get behind having, if he could figure out how he’d manage it. Maybe if he started staying at places a little longer when he stopped, and made sure to make pit-stops enough for the dog to have a good run-and-piss break...

                 Pushing hypotheticals aside (for now), Jesse focused his attention on the dog in front of him for a while longer, scratching Aster behind the ears and laughing a little at the pleased noises the dog makes in response. Eventually, though, Jesse knows the woman is bound to get annoyed by his lingering, so he gives Aster one last pat on the head and (reluctantly) backs off.

                             “I’m Jesse, by the way.” 

[inspiresawe-blog]

                     ❝ Fred or Frank or….Frankie? Yeah, it’s Frankie. ❞    

           Between the baby’s stream of giggles and the dorky smile decorating Jesse’s face, the happy vibe is too strong for even Jane to ignore. Later, she’ll chew on her bottom lip in worry, because it is so clear that Jesse wants, deserves, more than she’s willing to give him. Never will her belly swell with their child, something she thinks Jesse might not achieve true happiness without. But right now, in this single moment, she chooses to wrap her arms around him, grateful that he’s entertaining the little monster basically left at her doorstep.    

                ❝ You don’t mention your brother often, babe. Also, I think the kids                      is due for his bottle if you know how to do that, too. ❞       

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                Jesse finds himself abruptly reaching cloud nine as Jane’s arms come around him. He knows it’s too soon to be thinking about family with Jane — he’s not sure if they’re even technically dating ( and, hell, is it even acceptable to be in love with someone’s fuck buddy? ) — but he can’t deny how good this feels, wrapped in her gentle arms with a bundle of pure innocence cradled against his chest. Maybe, just maybe, if he’s really lucky, this could be his future — but, for now, Jesse keeps his mouth shut and twists around to press a kiss to Jane’s cheek instead. AWESOME. 

                                  “I can totally do that, babe. You wanna try holding him                                    again while I go get that ready?”

[dsdsfdgd-deactivated20150704]

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                 ❛        i’ve learned most people like the WARNING                  before the possibility of BITE.         ❜

                 despite her apparent inability to be warm to strangers, johanna smiles slightly at the stranger as he goes to pet aster. the dog obviously enjoys the attention, & is okay with the man. SO FINE, for now -– she is okay, too.

                 ❛        i know he is. -– black lab, obviously.        ❜

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                        “Oh, well — I don’t know anything about dog breeds.                          They’re all just different sizes of PUPPY to me. I can                           figure out, like. Pugs and shit, y’know, or those, uh,                           wiener dogs, ‘cause they’re weird looking, but—” 

         Jesse’s concern with the dog’s teeth has clearly vanished, if the way he gets right up in Aster’s face is any indication, his grin only widening when the dog licks his cheek. Awesome.  Maybe he should get a dog. Could dogs handle road-trips? He had no idea. 

[pugpicker-deactivated20190417]

          “Alright. Good to meet ya, Jesse.” 

A nod of the head, and Eggsy doesn’t make any comments about the name. He gets enough flack for being called Eggsy, so he’s not about to dish it out to anybody else, is he? Even if he’s honestly never met a person in real life called Jesse. He thought that was just a cowboy thing. 

                         “Brings you ’round here, then?”

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            “Actually, I live around here. I was just kind of...               I don’t know, strolling.” 

Actually, Jesse had only lived in this neighborhood for the better part of a week, having gotten tired of wandering once again and feeling the need to settle down, if only for a little while. Not exactly the best neighborhood he could have stopped in, but then, Jesse wouldn’t exactly fit in around the best neighborhood. 

             “What about you?”

[kryetar-moved]

                    … ruined him? his  LIFE?  that can hardly be true, for look how good it’s making ira feel right now!! how can something so undeniably sweet be so much of a killer?  ( when sober, perhaps, ira would come to understand that more. )  there will come a noise of … something or other, when he’s touched, let alone dragged upward. maybe protest, maybe surprise, who knows. the sub-conscious part of ira’s mind does allow himself to be helped, however; and even contributes  —-  sitting upright, eyelids glazing, blinking closed. he shrugs, nonchalantly. “somewhere,” is the unhelpful, frustrating response. “i don’t know. a flat. in town or something. a big, nice, fancy flat.” he probably only has a good ten minutes left of the high, before he starts crashing from it.  ( or worse still, had he accidentally taken a bad shot. )  “ … where are we?” suddenly it’s ‘we’. unfortunately, he’s now party to the other, whether the poor guy likes it or not. ira will then grin at him. if a little dazedly. “do you live here?” he might actually mean the alleyway itself. in his mind right now, that is a perfectly logical idea.

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                 Jesse has a moment, just a split second, where he almost turns and bolts, almost leaves this man to deal with his issues on his own. Why not? He wouldn’t remember this in the morning — certainly not enough to recall Jesse — and it wasn’t any of Jesse’s business what happened to him. He had already gotten through this, had already fought tooth and nail to escape addiction — this wasn’t his life anymore, and he wouldn’t let some stranger drag him back in, he COULDN’T —

                  But the moment passes, leaves Jesse’s mind as quickly as it came. His grip on the stranger’s arm tightens in what he hopes is a reassuring squeeze. “Nah, man. But I live nearby. Come on.” He doesn’t wait for the stranger to agree or decline, knowing full-well that he was in no state to make any decisions for himself. Jesse couldn’t leave him in this alleyway where any number of things might happen to him, but if he couldn’t remember where he lived, his only real option was to take him home. Just until he recovered — no big deal. He glances over at the man. “I’m Jesse. I’m gonna help you out, alright?”

[oftargets-deactivated20170101]

          ❝  ––––––––––shit !  hang on !  ❞

&&  one final   ARROW   is released with unfocused attention, yet precision no less lethal ;  impact swift to   RESONATE   through the room. the  ‘ employer ‘  isn’t down yet   ––-the treacherous s.o.b.’s found a way to   ESCAPE   in the general fuss of the fight-––   but his henchmen are   ALL   down  &&  clint will soon join the boy’s side, assessing the wound in the process.

          ❝  –––––aww, don’t be a baby, it isn’t   THAT   bad !                   plus, if you’d been more careful, this would                           never have happened.  ❞

          ❝  ––––––––––a’right, take a deep breath  &&  apply        PRESSURE   here. nice  &&  tight,  &&  don’t let go, y’hear ?  ❞

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                 “More careful? You SHOT me, you son of a—” 

Jesse’s words were quickly cut off by a strangled gasp when Clint suddenly started prodding around the wound. Granted, he knew the man was only trying to help, but that didn’t change that it hurt like Hell, and Jesse couldn’t keep himself from scowling up at t he hero even as he did what he was told. Keeping pressure on the wound hurt, but it made sense. He’d definitely  seen this work in movies and junk, anyway.

 Gritting his teeth, Jesse reached out to grab Clint’s arm and, not waiting to see if the older man would protest, he hauled himself into an upright position. 

                “—You didn’t kill those guys, did you?                   I mean  —  Avengers don’t KILL guys.                   Right?” 

[latinsonshine-deactivated202408]

“I dunno, you’ll have to hold onto me, Sure that’s not too gay for you?” He Asked with a raised eyebrow. Tossing  Him one of the spare helmets. “And  Really, who is he hurting, I mean, if she Is already dead…” Was Juice a necrophiliac? No. Did he love seeing Jesse uncomfortable? Yes. It was an okay trade off. 

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“Do not try to justify necrophilia to me,   sicko. And—” Jesse paused,          wrinkling his nose.  “Dude,   holding onto somebody so you don’t fall the fuck off their bike isn’t gay.   You tryin’ to put moves on me while you’re high as fuck? THAT is gay. Like, literally gay. Not to mention sketchy as Hell.”

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse has ever committed a crime.

[holocrone]

i will learn to love the skies i’m under  [♫]  [☛]  [★] a playlist for journeys about recovery and finding yourself

1. fink – pilgrim  //  2. carnival youth – brown eyes and all the rest  //  3. tom odell – i know  //  4. ben howard – under the same sun  //  5. of monsters and men – mountain sound  //  6. radiohead – codex  //  7. beach house – lazuli  //  8. the antlers – kettering  //  9. grizzly bear – colorado  //  10. angus and julia stone – i’m not yours  //  11. bon iver – holocene  //  12. the neighbourhood – sweater weather (pre-release)  //  13. dan auerbach – goin’ home  //  14. the national – sorrow  //  15. laura marling – what he wrote  //  16. ólafur arnalds – άgúst  //  17. emily and the woods – never play  //  18. mumford and sons – hopeless wanderer  //  19. apparat – goodbye  //  20. bark cat bark – iceland

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            “Nuh-uh, man. I was here first. I got my own business             to take care of here.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and stomps one of her  Hello Kitty light up sneakers into the ground stubbornly. She  scrunches up her face into a frown, hoping she can sway the guy with one of her puppy dog stares. 

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Somewhere between the ‘nuh-uh’ and the illumination  of the Hello Kitty sneakers, Jesse’s boundless love for children smothers his annoyance,      and Jesse laughs.  Smiling widely, he crouches down to her eye-level. 

           “Tell you what, kid. I’d say this street-corner             is big enough for both of us if we both chill.             How about that?”