#afixer

[sovietorphan-aa]

@afixer​ // starter call.

           he had become accustomed to a life with boundaries. with rules. the existence of this or that. yes ma’am. no thank you. please? it’s why as the clock creeps closer to 6:30PM jack retreats from the group of neighborhood kids running wildly through the streets back to the town house. he’s excited that Mia had returned from wherever her ‘work’ had dragged her to recently. it had only been a week or so but for most kids it can feel like an eternity. “ MIA? ” there’s a sense of urgency in his small voice---IRRATIONALLY scared for a moment that maybe she left again for work without telling him, or someone broke in and took her away, etc. etc. but eventually, as he makes his way back to her room a feeling of relief washes over the kid in seeing her napping on top of the blankets. and of course, seeing this as an open invitation, the blond makes his way over to her side, pulling himself up the best he could in order to GENTLY pat her face---in doing so risking grave injury. “ hey---WAKE UP! ”

[sleuthsts]

@afixer  /  continued.

ISN’T THIS FAMILIAR.      memories  of  tape  wrapped  around  your  knuckles .  heart  rate  accelerated  by  sheer  excitement .  gloves  places  over  your  hands  and  taped  at  the  wrist .  you’d  jump  in  place  to  get  ready .  prepare  for  what’s  to  come . boxing  was  your  life .  you  and  the  person  looking  back  at  you .  one  on  one .    that’s not you anymore .  

sounds  of  the  crowd  roaring  your  name  ...   although  he  never  did  things  illegally .  no  he  was  much  more  for  the  cookie  cutter  life .  follow  the  rules , obey  the  law .  nowadays  he  was  the  law .  remain in control and you will have order,    ain’t  that  what  daddy  always  said ?  typical .  followin’  the  steps  that  were  laid  out  for  you .  steps  matching  that  of  your  father .  stand  at  attention  as  the  anthem  of  pained  screams  plays .   fists  colliding  with  cheek .  blood  spit  out  their  mouths .   oh  how  you  miss  this  song .

he , molded to perfection ,     embodies  pushing  your  dreams  onto  your  kids .  watching  her  smoke  only  reminds  me  i  haven’t  had  one  in  a  few  days .  that  must  mean  shits  going  pretty  well .  only  until  reminded  he  still  hasn’t  found  a  lead .   “    were the cops at least called ?    ”      did  i  sound  like  a  nark ?     it  wasn’t  concern , but  protocol .  someone  dies ,  what  are  you  gonna  do  other  than  call  them ?  bury  the  body  in  the  back ?  throw  them  in  the  dumpster ?  all  so  careless  all  so  reckless   ...   but  weren’t  we  all .

              all of us just animals at the end of the line .

“    men  ...  women  ...  some just feel they must take anger out .   clearly you’ve suppressed it long enough .    ”    swords heavy off the tongue . never meant to displease the stranger . truth be told he knew the feeling.    he  lowers  his  head  and  lets  it  hang  there  staring  down  at  his  legs .  there’s  a  lot  to  conceal . hide  that  part  of  you  as  if  it’s  someone  else  entirely  when  it  bubbles  up  ...  explodes  outta  you .  i  can’t  go  back  to  that .  he’ll  reach  into  his  pocket  and  pull  out  a  picture .  who’s ?  another  blonde  gone  missing .    “    have you seen her .   5′5 . hair to her shoulder  ...  she was last seen ‘round this end of the city .  

                                 please tell me you have  ...    ”

[ragefelt-a]

“𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖊.”  / @afixer

                                            She  tells  him  of  her  past,  a  past  that  she’s  never  quite  shared.  There’s  a  plane  crash,  a  little  girl,  and  parents  that  a  little  girl  will  never  get  back.  It’s  DIFFICULT  no,  almost  UNBEARABLE  to  hear.  She’s  still  nursing  wounds,  and  they’re  still  up  at  PINEY’S  CABIN.  Jackson  allows  her  voice  to  carry,  and  swallow  up  room.  There’s  an  edge  to  her  words,  a  sort  of  privacy  that  he  WISHES  he  could  protect  even  more,  and  he  knows  that  THIS  is  the  personal  shit  that  never  leaves  the  two  of  them.  HE  WISHES  HE  COULD  EAT  HER  CANCER  WHEN  SHE TURNS  BLACK,      nirvana      plays  in  the  background,  and  it  still  rings  true.  HEAVINESS  settles,  and  is  almost  comfortable  when  it  comes  to  the  two  of  them.   What  he’s  doing  is  changing  her  bandages,  and  giving  her  a  lower  dose  of  pain  killers.  He  assumes  it’s  what  brings  out  such  words  ——  OR  maybe  she  finally  does  trust  Jackson.  Either  way  ?  It’s  a  conversation  that  he  can  UNDERSTAND.  A  conversation  that  begs  more,  and  yet  ?  BEGS  UNDERSTANDING.  

                                             This  is  them,  two  people  who  can  understand  loss,  and  grief  on  such  a  broad  spectrum.  They  can  understand  how  they’ve  protected  themselves,  and  how  the  CHOSE  to  talk  about  the  people  they’ve  lost.  What  Mia  has  given  Jackson  is  a  gift,  what  others  may  view  differently  but  HE  understands.  There’s  a  cotton  wrap  that’s  being  applied  to  her  right  side  where  a  bruise  grows,  and  a RIB  is  cracked.  ‘   𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒐 ? 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 ?  ’  It’s  delicately  said,  ‘  𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅 . . . 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎  ?  ’  Fingers  busy  themselves  with  wrapping  gauze  around  her  abdomen,  ‘  Tell  me,  because  I’m  real  curious  . . .  ’  

                                             Mia  has  said  the  wording  of  what    EVERY     child  felt  when  they  lost  a  parent.  Jackson  has  wondered  tenfold  if  he  could’ve  saved  his  father  from  a  semi  that  ended  up  taking  his  life  in  the  end.  Wondered  if  he  could’ve  spared  those  days  in  the  hospital  where  he  saw  his  father  DIE  IN  PURE  AGONY.  It’s  less  than  ideal  to  go  before  a  child  yet  ?  No  one  can  anticipate  what  they  have  been  through.  ‘  𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 . . . 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒀𝑶𝑼, 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 ?  ’  Jackson  finishes  with  gauze  as  scissors  cut  medical  fabric,  ‘  I  would  have  lost  my  goddamn  mind,  don’t  you  dare  say  that.  ’  SCISSORS  between  teeth  as  he  says  those  last  words.  

[scarredwonder]

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. she swings a hand-rolled cigarette between her two slender fingers. as if she was playing with time. one leg shuffles behind the other. it’s hard to hold a steady balance. the hotel’s guests are staring at her, throwing flashes of lightning towards her silhouette. all dressed in black.

a subtle knock at the door. no, i don’t know her. another knock. i like talking to her, though. another knock at the door. she’s quite a mystery to me. another knock. i was born to solve mysteries. another knock. or maybe it’s just an excuse to dress myself in the same, troublesome patterns of behaviour.  ❛  i was right. i know who killed her. i’ve also brought you some chinese.  ❜  a soaking bag of food emerged from behind her back.

startercall.   @afixer

[realityrot-a-blog]

Mia: [ Groom ] || @afixer

𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆. Mia doesn’t seem to think so. Her laugh isn’t subtle in the least, mocking him as she rises from the edge of the bed to to approach him. His own fingers falling from silk fabric so that slender digits can work their magic. “ I know how to do it.” He complains, receiving an audible scoff in return, ivory smile and ruby red lips continuing to taunt him. Hands rest at his hips, head tilting back to give her space. Deep inhale, long exhale as if the slightest movement might ruin her concentration. She doesn’t need it, she’s a professional, she could probably do the entire thing with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back. 

His nerves are shot. Being forced to attend a party in light of the recent win. Their win. They’d finally caught an extremely dangerous man, one they’d been tracking nearly as long as the man who had murdered his family. He should be excited, ecstatic, the world was at his feet, a promotion within the agency in his grasp and his partner was right here with him. From night after night diving into oceans of paperwork and driving each other insane in the small confines of a vehicle during stakeouts to here, this moment, all dressed up from head to toe. Him, a black on black suit, and her, a red form fitted dress that flowed past her feet. She looked beautiful. 

Folding, layering, tucking. Doesn’t take long before she’s sliding the center up until it reaches the nape of his collar and dusky sight drops to meet azure silver eyes. Lips pull, forcing an unwelcome smile. He’s stubborn that way, and so is she. “  You help all the guys with their ties, or am I special?”

[gatekeepcr]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒   𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.   from   the   booze   to   the   food   to   the   guest   list   ,   making   sure   everyone   was   happy   and   fed   ,   lest   it   produce   some   sort   of   problem.   she   was   in   charge   of   everyone’s   comfort   ,   that’s   what   was   important.   unfortunately   ,   they’d   run   out   of   whiskey   ,   a   staple/   at   parties   like   these   ,   and   gemma   had   offered   to   run   into   town   to   get   some.   the   sun   had   just   set   ,   and   there   was   still   a   rose   glow   in   the   sky   as   she   stepped   out   of   the   liquor   store   ,   a   couple   plastic   bags   hanging   from   her   wrist   while   she   struggled   to   retrieve   the   keys   to   her   car   from   the   inside   of   her   purse.   the   problem   being   her   purse   held   everything   from   band-aids   ,   to   a   flask      ,   to   a   gun   ,   and   finding   anything   was   damn   near   impossible.   she   stops   at   the   hood   of   her   car   to   set   the   bags   down   and   open   up   her   purse.   it   isn’t   often   that   she   finds   herself   without   protection   ,   and   since   the   attack   ,   whenever   she   is   alone   ,   she’s   paranoid.   so   she   keeps   the   gun   at   arm’s   reach   ,   ready   to   use   it   should   the   need   arise.    /    @afixer

[thedestrcyer]

“   here  ,   ”      it  was  such  a  neutral  tone  ,  dark  eyes  on  mia’s  face.   as  in  nobody  here  has  room  to  argue.    a  gift  that  wasn’t  about  to  be  returned  because  a  lighter  just  doesn’t  ignite  addictions  ,  a  lighter  is  a  source  of  light  --    a  useful  tool.    weyland-yutani’s  written  on  the  side  and  it’s  a  little  beat  up  ,  something  her  ex-husband  gave  her  before  they  became  estranged.    in  fact  ,  ripley  reaches  out  and  just  slides  it  into  the  pocket  of  mia’s  jacket.       “   you’re  also  carrying  this  ,   ”    ripley  takes  off  one  of  the  two  backpacks  on  her  shoulder  and  pushes  it  into  mia’s  chest.   a  smile  finally  cracks  her  lips  ,  a  soft  thing.     she’s  joking  and  she  always  does  it  so  casually  ,  something  ultimately  warm.

the  space  port  around  them  bristles  with  life  ,  almost  seemingly  the  very  moment  ripley  looks  away  FROM  HER  DAUGHTER.    she  adjusts  the  bag  on  her  back  ,  slipping  her  other  hand  into  her  pocket.    forklifts  beep  as  they  back  up  ,  the  bangs  of  cargo  slipping  from  under  the  forks  or  crane.    supplies  being  loaded  onto  the  huge  ship  that’s  situated  in  front  of  them.     something  that  looks  like  this  brand  new  world  ready  to  be  explored  --    it’s  about  to  explore  a  brand  new  world.

❯ plotted /  @afixer.

[psychsz]

         “  w - what was that ?   ”     brows  furrow  together  as  he  tries  to  recall  what  was  said . sadly  he  can’t  seem  to  put  the  words  together .  i  should’ve  been  paying  more  attention  to  my  surroundings . lips  are  strained  to  a  fine  line  while  shrugging  his  shoulders .    “   sorry  i  didn’t  quite  catch  that . ”

@afixer / liked