#beautifullybrokenbrass

[alodginghouse-blog]

@beautifullybrokenbrass

*cocks gun* HEY, CONLON, Y’WANNA KEEP THOSE HANDS? I SUGGEST Y’KEEP ‘EM TO Y’SELF THEN.

                     I was only admirin the scenery. Calm the hell down, Bullet. And point that fuckin thing somewhere else.

[goneawandering]

“ Turn off the light; it’s too damn bright in here. ” A soft grumble against an even softer pillow before Bullet lifts her head, messy copper waves cascading over her face. She then realizes the light isn’t artificial, but the sun streaming through the windows of the hotel room.

It takes a moment to remember the wild night she shared with Hunt, softly snoring beside her, and she laughs, gently shaking her head. When she reaches her left hand out to nudge him awake, the movement causes the surprise ring on her finger to catch her attention. Eyes wide, she jets upright, gawking at the gold band.

“ Hunt… ”  She whispers, dumbstruck a moment before,  “ HUNT! ”  A scream and she pounces on him.  “ We’re married!? Is this real?! ”

The scream scared him awake and her pouncing had him panicking, expecting....well he wasn’t so sure what he was expecting. Sleep fogged brain took a second to catch up, a frown on his face before he saw it. The sun caught the ring just right, sending a cascade of sparkles across the ceiling and Hunt was left a bit dumbfounded for a second. They’d gotten married little white church style, drunk and a mess. Well...it was fitting.

When it finally sunk in he started to laugh, unable to control himself. He knew the ring on her finger, it was his great grandmothers, given to her by his great grandfathers mother who had brought it over from Austria. As he continued to laugh his hands went to her left hand, inspecting the ring. “Well shit, you’re Mrs. Barlinger now.” He managed through his cackling, shaking his head. “This is my great grandmothers ring, was saving it but apparently drunk me couldn’t hold it in any longer. Been trying to figure out when to propose but I have bigger balls when I’m drunk apparently.”

@beautifullybrokenbrass

[anaireach-a]

          “You really should stop skimming from my accounts just because you keep destroying your own shit.”  //  @beautifullybrokenbrass

[floralgardenswitchesmoving-blog]

Love these Kittens:

@griefvoiced

@thc-wrong-side-of-heaven

@av3ngersassvmble

@elysiahellfire

@shesboundtolose

@telekineticdivinity

@theimpalpable

@beautifullybrokenbrass

@blue-eyed-devils

[dysfunctionalmasonsmoving]

@beautifullybrokenbrass here have a random starter Rhi bc Kole misses Bullet

He had no idea what he was doing when he approached her, a bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. From the view of a bystander, Kole appeared tense and nervous and that’s because he was; 100 % so. When was the last time he actually asked a girl out - and not just for a one night stand? He couldn’t remember, maybe never? His (late) fianceé had made the first move in their relationship, only because Kole was admittedly too much of a coward to. But this time would be different, he told himself, perhaps in an attempt to feel better about the whirlwind of nerves plaguing him. 

Here we go...

He revealed the bouquet.

“So, uhm, Bullet...I, uh...was wondering if, you know...”

Kole Mason was rarely a man who was flustered easily, and right now he was simply at a loss for words. Maybe this really was a bad idea? 

[agentharrisonofshield-a]

✽: Favorite season?

Some fun Munday asks!@beautifullybrokenbrass

Autumn.  Especially now that the start of the school year has stopped being a trigger for depression.  I love the changing leaves, I love the weather, I love all the traditional activities like apple-picking and pumpkin-picking and hayrides and haunted houses, I love the crunch-crunch-crunch of walking through fallen leaves, I love pumpkin spice everything and spiced apple cider, I love scary movies on every TV channel, and I love Halloween.  My greatest misery is that I don’t have the disposable income lately to partake of the craft stores’ Halloween collections because I personally really need a fake skull and a fake raven just chilling together in my bedroom.  

It actually makes me really sad that Vivian hates autumn so much, because of my muses, she’s the only one who might enjoy the season and Halloween as much as I do, and because it just hurts me to see her hate something I love so much.  

[insomniacsmuses-a]

beautifullybrokenbrass replied to your post “[text] He finally delivered on the dick pic, and Jesus Christ, it was…”

[text; Gretchen] How bout you just come along when I go bang him? [text: Bullet] Threesome or just watch?

[vindictivehunter]

@beautifullybrokenbrass

He’s watching as a guy he was actually interested in calling one day is now grinding up on some other guy on the dancefloor, growing disgusted when he could see a hand sliding into the to the other man’s pants. Yet another contact to delete. He sighed as he took a break from being the tight-assed operations manager for a bit, making his way over to the bar Matt was working that night since he knew his favorite redhead would likely be there. Sure enough there she was making lovey eyes at her boyfriend, happily interrupting their little stare down by asking for his usual.

“Why are men such trash?” he grumbled at Bullet morosely, putting his chin in his hand, only ever this relaxed around people he trusts.