u suck :///
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u suck :///
apheleon replied to your post: allen vc: im not your father
Ethan vc: your daughter calls me daddy
allen vc: we’re gonna have 2 talk because i don’t have a daughter and i’m concerned for you
@apheleon
i can’t believe i had to read this with my own two eyes
@apheleon || cont.
it’s not the blood that gets him. really, he could care less, gavin has been on the force long enough to stop being squeamish. he’s on homicide, for chirsts sake - seen his fair share of dead bodies and severed limbs to boot. no, it’s the exact placement of the bullet, the precise and quick execution. the splatter. the fact he has maybe an hours sleep under his belt. the fact that he’s seen that before and he’s got tunnel vision all of a sudden, he’s watching edwardo die again in the streets thanks to some stupid fucking druggie who didn’t want a traffic ticket. he’s helpless and angry and scared and--
“fuck,” fists clench tighter, he can’t breathe, he can’t fucking breathe. he can barely tell who’s there with him, not right away, instead focuses on how the fabric under his fingers feels. fabric. not soft, but tight. taunt. protective. giving his senses a outlet lets the detective finally gulp down a long, deep breath of air, a gasp more accurately, hazel eyes wild and open as they glance up to be face-to-face with his frustratingly stoic android partner.
great. just fuckin’ great. why couldn’t it have been anyone else? to watch him melt the fuck down? he can’t linger on how stupid this is, too busy trying to force his lungs to cooperate and remember where he is. he’s not back on the beat. he’s not twenty-three again and he’s learned a lot since edwardo died. he’s made peace with it, hasn’t he? told enough shrinks that much, at least.
it’s over. it’s over. he repeats over the roar in his head, still clutching ethan for dear life. more air, deep breaths, his legs shake as he over-ventilates instead, sucks in too much air, and becomes light headed.
“...g-get me...outta here...” he mumbles, half-desperate. he doesn’t want to rely on anyone but he sure as shit doesn’t want to pass out in a dirty alley while half the precinct closes up a crime-scene.
slaps hand on shoulder..... slaps other hand on other shoulder...... pushes him over
loud, high-pitched wail as he topples over in his desk chair, spilling coffee in the process. he was doing the douche-bag lean and he deserved it, honestly.
✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?
Salty AF Munday Meme
I have indeed! At least on Tumblr…
I used to roleplay on Facebook and drama on there was the worst stuff I’ve ever gone through. I can’t say if it was better or worse than Tumblr, but I’m still hung up on it to this day. It will be a year since then come October. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever recover from it.
△ || @apheleon requested for a starter
Control money , control men , control nations , control kingdoms . When the world worked for money , he who controlled money was the m a s t e r of all slaves . It was absolutely pitiful . Something so small & uninteresting held such h i g h power over humanity .
A briefcase was held in the hands of the android . A pretty p o l i s h e d black with the necessary content inside for a p e r s o n a l transaction . A generous sum for specific instructions . But he was certain the RK900 would not pass up such an easy job . Even if he would not e n j o y it . He opened the latch on the briefcase , revealing neatly wrapped cash to the brim . Stacks of h u n d r e d s at the RK900′s disposal .
“ I assume this is more than enough . This is half , the rest will be paid after you complete your mission . Would you like to hear the details ? ”
⊰ @apheleon ♡ ‘d for a one-liner !
❝ FOLLOWING AN ETIQUETTE? far from MY STYLE. ❞