#dangerous boy

[thisshitgetsmehard]

Tim glaring up at a helicopter with his rifle at the ready makes me giggle a little

[zeether]

[nizzysam]

[irisfonviolet]

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

@codenamepinetree 

“Help me strap this on,” Tony glanced over at the other side of the bed, where Jack was lounging still, where the younger man hadn’t even budged, now that he thought about it, and sighed. “Hey, lover boy, I’m kinda one arm down, over here. Can you help a guy out or what?”

He held up his artificial limb, gesturing to the brace that he had to strap onto his body in order to properly operate the arm. It was only recently that he’d even started taking it off, but usually Jack was willing to help him put it back on almost immediately. Not today it seemed. 

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to help me?”

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

@codenamepinetree

Starting a seedy bar in Honolulu hadn’t been his goal when he moved to Hawaii after getting out of the SEALs, but that’s what happened. He’d needed something to do with himself, something to keep him busy, and some of his SEAL contacts had mentioned how difficult it was to go legit when they got out, how hard it was to find jobs that they qualified for. 

So Tony had found the contacts that they needed, the jobs that called for their skills, the ones that paid under the table, the ones that required he look the other way if he wanted to respect himself in the morning. He didn’t particularly care to respect himself most mornings, so it wasn’t that big a deal to him. He ran his bar, the people who needed jobs came to him, he connected them to the people who needed their skills. It was a win-win situation.

Technically, what he did wasn’t illegal. He was just running a bar. Sure, HPD had turned up a time or two, trying to rustle up trouble, but Tony was on the up-and-up, as far as they could find. If the people who came into his bar weren’t, well that was really none of his business. He was simply a disabled veteran, trying to make his way in the world. There was nothing wrong with that, last time he’d checked.

He had a new client in need of muscle, someone who would hit first and ask questions later. Luckily for them, Tony knew exactly who to go to in situations like this, exactly which patron of his bar was going to get his little gold card, the way he handled assignments. He tapped it against his metal palm, rounding the bar and heading out into the room.

Tony enjoyed the silence that fell as he moved through the bar, each of his patrons waiting to see who was going to get the gold card today. He enjoyed the dramatics of it, the anticipation. He took his time as he made his way over to the dart boards, stopping next to a young man who stood there, watching him.

“Jack,” he drawled, “How long have you been coming here, waiting for me to hand you a gold card?”

[ritchieblackless]

This song is good but it's even better when you find out that Cozy wrote the half of the song...

Oh Cozy... you're sexy impure bastard....

[ask-miraculous-2pnorway]

Morbid Images and Triggers

Mentions; @ask-miraculous-norway

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The disgusting sounds of slashing and clashing. The morbid groans which was hard to make out in the dark. His hand grasped upon the knife and continued to impale the sharp blade into his abdomen.

One. Two. Three. He did it repeatedly without any kind of mercy. Not a single cry nor word was uttered. Only the sounds of the collision of the blade against the bones of his victim.

Fáfnir watched as the life was lost in the unknown person’s eyes. Their face was barely recognisable, slashed and disfigured. Not even a single feature could be put together. Entrails dragged out and spilled out from the body. It looked like confetti popping out from its stomach. Even so, the corpse was still warm. The blood was thick and yet to have dried out. The body was mangled and questionable.

But to Fáfnir, the body lay on the ground lifeless. Nothing but butchered livestock. In his eyes, he was staring down at scum. As he pushed himself up from the ground slowly. His head hung down to take a look of his masterpiece.

They were finally dead. One down and more to go. However, he turned away from the corpse as his eyes glanced down upon his knife. Before a wicked grin came upon his lips, ear to ear.

❝ This is what you deserved. You should be careful of whom you insult ❞

His blood stained fingertips reached into his pocket. Feeling the rectangular box in his pocket before pulling it out with a rattle. Pushing it opened with his thumb, he grabbed a stick and struck it onto the rough service. At awe, he watched as the blaze of the beautiful flames.

❝ Maybe next time, you would be cautious ❞ before he paused before a chuckle left. ❝ Oh, wait, you’re already dead ❞ before he threw the matchstick upon the corpse. Watching the corpse engulfed in flames.

❝ No one would ever harm, Far Fenrir ❞