#bredtokill

[softirishwhispers]

Tiger Traps

@bredtokill

Jim wore a pleasant smile on his face as he suffered through the tour of his old home. The ancient innkeeper was happy to tell him the history of the bed and breakfast, including the spooky stories that absolutely did not happen during the times when the infamous crime lord and his right hand man lived in what was a brothel during the Victorian era. The innkeeper was especially pleased because he had just so happened to book the crime lord’s old room.

As if that somehow happened by accident.

When the innkeeper invited him to join them all for breakfast, he gladly accepted and followed her down to the gathering area, relieved that the tour was over. He had more pressing business.

Sebastian would be here. He had no doubt of that. He would be here and he would also be disguised. Jim would have to find the sniper that lurked behind the face of a modern man.

He was relieved to finally have a worthwhile task.

[qofu]

Pt 2 of Bellend. He thinks because he's Ex Army (UK) we should welcome trump? All this over a balloon 😂 he was a bit of a knob. #DumpTrump #Respect #Women #Respectisearned #feminist #POTUS #respectwomen #moron #cockwomble #RealMen #ManlyMan #BredToKill #PassiveAggressive #Dickhead

[markpuckermannnarchived]

                ❛    i feel like i’m adoptin’ ya’.    ❜     puck stuffs the lots of french fries into his mouth , mainly because he can , partially because               well , because it’s food. and honestly , who doesn’t like that ? pointing at the hamburger he bought her , puck frowns , sounding firm ,       ❛      in all seriousness though — eat. i ain’t paying the food for you to stare at , m’kay ? so           gonna tell me your tragic life story , or should i guess ?      ❜  // ♕. @bredtokilll.

mini starter call. ( accepting. )

[firstavcngcr]

@bredtokilll gets some hydra!steve

‘           the minute you close your EYES, you’re gonna wake up with a KNIFE stickin’ out of your chest.

[markpuckermannnarchived]

     ♕.  @bredtokilll answers to puck’s mating call !

          ❛   hey , it’s like , zero degrees out here. what the fuck                           r’you doing without a fucking jacket ?   ❜

[softirishwhispers]

Fortune's Wheel // Jim and Seb

Jim smiled brightly as he stood beside Sebastian and they watched the TARDIS disappear. Have gave a wave as they went. It was still fascinating to watch.

As soon as they were gone, he turned around and the smile fell from his face as if it had never existed. He made his way back to his flat with Sebastian at his side. They had business to conducted. He knew that his second-in-command would not disappoint him.

As soon as they entered the elevator, he wordlessly held out his hand. He knew that he was being uncharacteristically silent, but he didn't trust himself to speak at the moment. Something was wrong and he didn't know what, but he was going to fix it when he understood. 

Until then, he had things to do.

[softirishwhispers]

Sing - Seb

Sing: I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours.

"Seb!"

Seb sighed and blinked his eyes open. It was four in the morning but he knew that it would do him no good to inform Jim of this.

"I'm tired. I need caffeine," he informed him, entering the room and putting on his jacket. 

"Or sleep." he commented.

Jim continued as if he hadn't spoken. "I also need a burger. Now."

"Is there anything I can say that will let me keep sleeping?"

"Not really."

"Jim, it's four am."

"I can read a clock. I'm also hungry and need caffeine. What's your point?"

"Jim..."

"Seb, would you like to hear a song? Is that what you are asking?"

"Oh God..." Seb sighed. He hated night when Jim pulled all-nighters and he didn't for this reason.

"And you know where we have to go, Seb," Jim continued. 

"Yes, I know," Seb growled. "I'm getting up. You can stop."

"I know how this starts."

"Jim!-"

"I threw a wish in the well, don't ask me, I'll never tell, I looked to you as it fell, and now you're in my way."

Normally, Jim shut the hell up once Seb was on his feet and making his way down to the car, but tonight, Jim seemed to be in an extra playful mood since he was still singing, even when the car was moving.

"Your stare was holdin',"

"I believe you mean 'glare'," Sebastian commented as he demonstrated.

"Ripped jeans, skin was showin'"

"Where do you even hear this crap?" 

"Hot night, wind was blowin'"

Sebastian continued to glare at the loudly and happily singing Jim who was practically dancing in the back seat.

Where you think you're going, baby?

"Burger King! That's where the fuck I'm going. And at four am. Will you shut up!?" Sebastian paused for a moment before he added a harsh, "Sir."

Maybe he could seek some Valium into his drink...

[mourn-not-the-morning-blog]

Here there be Tygers

Flying Angel Airlines was, in truth, not the most comfortable method of travel for humans, but depending on how careful said angel was during transport it could range from mildly uncomfortable to shocking enough to induce unconsciousness.

Lucifer was more careful than he normally would have been carrying Moriarty and his sniper. He had little concern for the men's actual safety, but they had a job to do and adding in unnecessary handicaps wouldn't do them any good. So, when they landed, it was softly and with little more than a whisper of the wind.

"There," Lucifer said immediately. The sword was stuck quite prominently in the roof, and to those who could see outside the physical world was a small beacon of holy energy. Being in stasis, it wasn't nearly as strong as it could have been, but still it had enough charge to keep many demonic or dark forces at bay.

Lucifer, not among these forces, strolled up to it and ran a hand along the hilt. "You can get it out, you said? Please do so." He flashed a grin their way, a small apology for his impatience. "What further distractions will you require?"