misfortune's son

Gideon Coit // Outlaw

[sloane-jacobs-blog]

My little rock friends, his name is Phillip.

[southernmonster]

You named it?  And I thought that my social life was sad.

[sloane-jacobs-blog]

Kay this is cool. I guess.

[southernmonster]

You talkin' to your little rock friend or me?

[pianoplayerchastain-blog]

Not helpful. At all.

What? I can’t get you into a concert, they’re all sold out!

[southernmonster]

Then nothing about our relationship has changed then.

A lot of people are gonna be askin' for a refund, 'cause you ain't gettin' outta here any time soon. But no I meant no cryin' no screamin' and no inflictin' bodily harm.

[pianoplayerchastain-blog]

"I live in New York… Why am I in a cell, Gideon?"

[southernmonster]

Well then, welcome to the shitty underground.

If I tell you I have to promise me something.

[pianoplayerchastain-blog]

This isn’t right..

[southernmonster]

Welcome to New York, kid.

[sloane-jacobs-blog]

Wow, that’s a change usually I’m being difficult. New York? No, no, how’d I get here? I didn’t get arrested did I? That makes no sense seeing as I committed the felony in D.C.

[southernmonster]

Well, you were makin' it easy to  pervert your words. Hell if I know, don't ask me questions to shit I can't answer, Sloane. 

[sloane-jacobs-blog]

Cute. How the should I know? Last I figured I was in the woods, in D.C.

[southernmonster]

Really, kid, you're makin' this too easy. Yeah, well now you're in New York.

[sangilucy-blog]

Um— 

Who are you and where did you get that beard?

[southernmonster]

Gideon, and I'm pretty sure it's genetic.

[sloane-jacobs-blog]

Perfect.

[southernmonster]

I know I am, but what're you doin' here?

[sangilucy-blog]

[southernmonster]

Can I help you?

[southernmonster]

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via rabbitinthemoon)

[viktorvektor]

the father of murder

[33doses]