#beyondthebeef

[sourcandykisses-blog]

beyondthebeef replied to your post: “Now that’s funny, because it’s cruel and...

Bruce sits back in his chair, observing the scene before him- honestly, he’s a little surprised that it actually worked. But now he’s all too pleased with his work, looking her up and down with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. “I just wanted to get you alone. To… talk. Do you know how hard that is? You’re pretty busy for a piece of shit demon.”

Max rolls her shoulders, the look of irritation melting into something more of a scowl. How fucking dare he? How fucking dare he call her down here to the shit end of Boston, just to “”talk””?? With a huff, Max begins to pace within the confines of the trap, her black soulless eyes maintaining a steady contact with his.

“Well, you’ve got me where you want me. But since I’m stuck here, and since we’re talking- I think it’s fair for you to know: I’m not actually that busy, I just go out of my way to avoid you. You ever think about how big brother doesn’t have any trouble calling me to talk?”

[splendidisolation]

Hey, go grab me a beer. And make it snappy.

“Pass.”

[sourcandykisses-blog]

“Now that’s funny, because it’s cruel and humiliating.”

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“You gotta pretty fucked up sense of humor- even by Hell’s standard-, you know that?”

The demon crosses her arms, irritation plastered across the face of her host. When Max had been summoned to the Hutchins base, she’s assumed it’d been Jay calling her, or maybe the kid fucking the angel. But when she’d arrived it’d been within the confines of Bruce’s devil’s trap, so she’s stuck here till he gets bored of her. Great.

“What’d you want?”

[better-run-rabbit-run]

tess and lottie, 20, 21, 22

headcanons | still accepting! 

20) Household chore they hate the most

Tess: All of them. Chores are a scam, everything just gets dirty again.

Lottie: Dishes. She doesn’t like getting her hands all wrinkly :/

21) Their fondest childhood memory

Tess: Probably something involving playing with her sister Jenny. Either that or the first time she won a softball game.

Lottie: Probably getting read to by their mom :’)

22) How they spend their money.

Tess: Extremely frivolously. Comics and food and beer and weed. Occasionally parts or shit if she needs to repair her skates or her bike, but she usually has to save up, which she’s not super great at.

Lottie: Slightly less frivolously. She’s more likely to buy things like clothes or makeup, and she’s a little better at actually holding onto her money for a while.

[jackass-of-spades-blog]

beyondthebeef replied to your post: “It’s so hard to be your friend.”

“Just because I think everyone else in this place is a bitch doesn’t mean you’re not,” Bruce grumbles. Without a second thought, he snatches the freshly lit cigarette from Andy’s mouth and takes an unreasonably long drag. He doesn’t hand it back to him, but does sort of wiggle it in front of his face. “Least you’re good for something, I guess.”

“So what does that make you, then?” The tone Andy delivers this in doesn’t do much to dispell the “bitch” accusation, nor does the pissy face he shoots Bruce when the taller man grabs his smoke. Pushing himself off the wall, he gives Bruce’s shoulder a shove. 

“You obviously think I’m less of a bitch than anyone else in this dump, since you’d rather hang around and steal my cigarettes thank jerk off in your room by yourself. Which is extremely fucking flattering, by the way.” And he makes a grab for the smoke Bruce is being blatantly insulting with.

[jackass-of-spades-blog]

“It’s so hard to be your friend.”

the good place sentence starters | still accepting!

“Shut up, you love being my friend.” Andy smirks and shrugs nonchalantly, flicking open his lighter and shifting his cigarette to the corner of his mouth. “And anyway, it’s not like you’re spoiled for choice, eh big guy?”

[fouroclock-rock]

guys my vault already has a Donny, a Max and a Bruce I thought you should know

[fouroclock-rock]

Where Nobody Knows Your Name [ Andy + Bruce ]

Holy shit, is Andy in need of a drink.

K had yelled at him again today. For some stupid bullshit reason. Who cares if he charged those stupid tourists twice as much for escorting them to the Strip gate as he was supposed to? They’re tourists! Nobody gives a shit about them. And they’re rich anyway, it’s not like they can’t afford it.

It just goes to show. The world is out to get him.

The King shoves his way through the door of the Atomic Wrangler, and hangs his jacket up by the door. He’ll feel different later, probably, but right now he doesn’t feel much like being a King. Once that’s done he slouches over to the bar and deposits himself onto a stool, gesturing for one of the Garrett twins to bring him a beer. K had taken most of the caps he’d dishonestly made today (with some self-righteous crap about how, if they couldn’t give it back to the people he’d swindled it from, at least they could use it to help others), but Andy had still managed to pocket some. He plans on using it to get wasted.