#carbonsleeved

[methodcop]

          “  look -- i’m not saying the coffee here’s worse than at my old job, but --  ”    his smirk turned to a grimace as he glanced down at the cup in his hand. good thing he didn’t believe in signs, or this would be a bad one... he dropped down into the chair at his new desk, propping one foot on the desk.    “  all i’m saying is, if you guys wanna impress, you’ve got some work to do...  ”    he flashed her a broad, teasing grin.   //   @carbonsleeved​ liked for a starter!

[atmyhiraeth]

carbonsleeved

  @carbonsleeved in case you were wondering how lou...

this makes mandy want to punch/kiss him

he’s just constantly slayed by her idk what you want from him lmao 

[my100hiraeth]

[weofthe100a]

                                                     “It’s okay... it’s okay...” 

[geniusidict]

MANDY MILKOVICH

                   An unexpected invite from an old college pal came with a bigger surprise, a blast from the past that he’d neither expected nor was prepared for. The last time he’d seen her, a wreck in his sister house, coming down from too much booze and drugs resulting in an impromptu hospital visit he couldn’t afford. But that was FOUR years ago, cleaned up now, sober, a graduate -- making real money, still true to his roots living in his own little place in the southside, his dreams big enough but still never really having saw himself leaving Chicago. 

                And she still has that affect on him, stopped dead in his tracks, the smile freeze frame of his face when he comes face to face with Mandy Milkovich, “ shit -- Mandy -- what are you doin’ here? ” surprise colouring his features as he takes her in, every bit as beautiful as she’d been stood in his living room that day, teeth dig into his lower lip, tongue running along the seam of his mouth, in nervous habit, pointing to the camera, it clicking into place why she was here, “  you a photographer now? ” pride stirring in his chest, because fuck it if he hadn’t wanted SOMETHING good for her, even if he couldn’t have been the one to give her it. 

@carbonsleeved  // liked for a plotted starter !! 

[notlikegcds]

@carbonsleeved | Clementine | plotted starter

   She had been settin’ to scope out the town is all; they had taken out the sheriff and his posse, and would soon ride in themselves in the following day and make out with the safe. But there had been a ruckus as boots click across the wood as she made her way to the saloon. A crash through a window had turned her attention to just across the road at the sheriffs- and it was the shots that had her stop with the fall of her palm along the butt of a pistol. Seems one of their caged crooks got out- Armistice steps down the wooden step with a careful eye. And from the looks of it was that dumbass Horas Calhoun. Was good for nothing really aside from being just that- a dumbass.

     And he proved just that- instead of taking a blitz to the horse just ten feet away from him he draws his pistol, plays with the aim of his gun, and goes and grabs that lady there for a game of hostage. ‘Don’t no man shoot-!’ He started and she stepped into the sand- steps taken forward as his monologue started. Now that was just the luck wasn’t it? Cause Armistice was no man, and was bound by no laws. Save for that missus there- Armistice never favored men, specially the kind that take their dues out on women who’s got nothin’ to with their troubles.

[thclcstgirl]

carbonsleeved

  carbonsleeved:      THIS IS A CALLOUT POST BC...

who has time for rules, anyways

I’ve literally sent like 4 memes to people who NOT ONLY didn’t reblog them, but two didn’t even like the meme call so I’m literally just harassing them and hoping friendship keeps them from reporting me LMAO 

[weofthe100a]

@carbonsleeved liked for a starter 

“I want it on record that I’m not happy about this.” He groused, stripping his jacket off to leave just his short sleeved shirt under. He rolled his head, letting the bones of his neck crack as he and the much smaller, much more dangerous creature across from him entered the training space. “I was taught my whole life not to hit a woman.” She wouldn’t take that well, none of the ground borns would; but he didn’t care. They knew his culture was brought up differently. This was just further proof of it.