#erratic-lenore

[legacyofinfamy]

"I have been tense lately. Just thinking about the new Star Wars sequel."

“Yes- a true concern for us all, I’m sure.”

[obsxrva-blog]

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[agentmikeweston-blog]

erratic-lenore replied to your post:GROW, MY MIKE GIF FOLDER, GROW!!!

I can help with that if you want…I think I have a couple.

I actually run fyeahshawnashmore, so I kind of have access to all the gifs I need, I just don’t have them all saved on my laptop x3 Thanks though.

[ofweston-blog]

"You can be a real ass sometimes, you know that??"

         There’s a pause, a moment of pure hesitation and          he’s stuck in how to answer that question. He knows          how his attitude is being portrayed but how else did          they expect him to act? There were no signs of his          mourning. No signs of the way he handled his father’s          murder as correct. Was there even a correct way to          mourn a loved one? He had never known loss like          that. He had never felt the sting of watching someone          he t r u l y cared for die in front of his eyes. Nor had          he ever felt so hopeless. Maybe this was his way          of actually coping with that.

“Tell me something someone else already hasn’t.”

[legacyofinfamy]

I roamed with my Soul-

erratic-lenore

“Sarah- don’t be alarmed, but I believed we’ve broken down.”

This would have been less alarming in general were they not, for instance, on the run from the entirety of the FBI and local law enforcement. The girl tied up and occasionally coherent enough to kick at the confines of the trunk was also perhaps a bit of an issue. Then again, were he captured, Joe supposed it would hardly matter to add one more kidnapping (or likely, by that time, murder) to the list of his crimes. 

That was the problem with putting a man on death row- suddenly, he had nothing at all to lose.

Joe turned to Sarah, frustration evident in his expression. “I don’t suppose you have a hidden talent as a mechanic.” Perhaps they ought to just start pushing the car off the road now and begin walking. A phone call would ultimately bring someone to their rescue. This was not necessarily a disaster.

[daiixy]

erratic-lenore:

“Fuck you, you fruit cake!”

    sigh. ❝See, I tried to be nice; you’re just                   making this harder for yourself.❞

[human-disast3r]

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13. Wild West

The news that a U.S. Marshal had ridden into town came as little surprise to most of the residents. They were all accustomed, you might say, to certain outlaw parties of a certain type with the tendency to vanish when the law made an appearance. This was a song and dance that had played through before, and now here it went again.

The marshal seemed to have a specific target in mind this time when he strode up the steps and into the local saloon, his walk much more purposeful than swagger, but he didn’t do more than glance around the room when he stepped inside, making straight for the bar and ordering a whiskey, straight-up.

It was only after he’d knocked back three, the first a quick burn down his throat and then the second two in easy sips, that he turned to the woman a few stools away down the bar and offered her a friendly smile. It’d go further if his gaze wasn’t so sharp, watching her more closely than the situation warranted, but the smile was genuine. “Evening, ma’am. I was wondering if you might be able to point me in the direction of the outlaw I’m tracking. Seems he tends to circle back to this town more than most.”

[agentmikeweston-blog]

"Are you breaking up with me?"

“Breaking up with you? I hardly know you!”