#flcralbonnet

[krylorian-blog]

@flcralbonnet

❛ i don’t know what the alliance is, but i know what the nova core is. are they.. similar? ❜

[anicehat]

     “Alls I’m sayin’ is: Job’s yours if you want it. If not, suppose I’ll be findin’ another crew t’do dealin’s with.” He casually cuts into his apple, leaning back in his chair.

      “Maybe even a better lookin’ one so I don’t have t’stare at Jayne’s ugly mug every time the two of you grace me with your presence.”     

@flcralbonnet 

[messofamulti-a]

“please, don’t take this the wrong way.” FOR RIVER

@flcralbonnet sent x

Light steps pause, barely an inch from where the cargo ramp cuts into the soft, damp ground beneath the ship. How she longs to run out, a caged bird aching for freedom after weeks of being locked away, trapped in the confines of her metal home, but she waits. Turns her back to world she so desperately wants to feel beneath her feet and tilts her head toward the Captain.

A moment before lips turn downward and her shoulders, which had been held high in excitement only seconds earlier, droop.

“You want me to stay inside.”

[poeticpecker]

flcralbonnet hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “me: complains about my drafts and hardly is motivated to do the long...”

we all know the answer: start new things. amirite? i'm right.

why are you like this, u know i can’t say no to you

[poeticpecker]

flcralbonnet hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: I’m awake, the world is ending outside and I don’t...

pls no getting hit by anything

same

[poeticpecker]

@flcralbonnet  from here.

                                   Pain accompanied his every step, when they finally stopped to force the door open he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. While one hand still held his gun, pointed and deadly, the other one was pressed to his wound. He was pretty sure it counted as hole especially once he hitched up his shirt to take a good look. ( The wound was rather close to another somewhat shiny scar. It would do better not to ruin this one. )

                                   When the door hissed open, Jayne threw a quick look over his shoulder, saw nothing and still decided they could fight this out later.  ❝  Just sayin’ ‘cause I ain’t too sure my aim is gonna be good enough for the rest of this trip.  ❞  Shouldering his own bag Jayne couldn’t help the pained hiss escaping him before he glared Mal down. A grunt left his throat. ( Please don’t leave him to die here. )

                                    ❝  Ain’t my fault if you end up dead then. I warned ya.                     And now git! Don’ wanna be here no longer than strict necessary.  ❞

[mexhanicisms-closed-blog]

flcralbonnet replied to your post: !!!

NO I’M A MEAN OLD MAN I MAKE COFFEE ONLY GRUDGINGLY

sure jan