#here have some garbage

[zipstick]

(running out of a cave pursued by zombies and skeletons) oh my god this is literally so disrespectful dont you know im neurodivergent and also a miner

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

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[yourlocalslasher]

General Bo Sinclair hc’s 

Actually enjoys country music, but only when it’s late and he’s driving home by himself. His favorite country musician is Johnny Cash.

Bo’s had his hat since he was 13. He was given the hat by the old owner of the gas station.

The Sinclair’s used to have another dog, one that Bo was supposed to take care of. But he accidentally shot it, mistaking it for a bear. They had a black Newfoundland named Camen, which was originally gonna be named Bo jr.

Even though Bo and Vincent are twins, Bo is 2 inches taller.

His favorite food is BBQ, but fried chicken is another one he enjoys. And other than beer, he also likes lemonade and sweet tea.

Poor man’s addicted to the smell of gasoline and surprisingly loves those fall scented candles you can get at Bath and Body Works. But he doesn’t want people knowing that.

Along with his scarred wrists, he also has multiple burn scars from trying to craft with wax like Vince.

You’d have to remind him to shower because most of the time he says he doesn’t have much time and only showers like twice a week.

Bo sucks ass at fishing and it’s one of his biggest insecurities.

He went to the city, maybe once? He hated it. He thinks there’s too much commotion and prefers the quiet of the country.

[drmels]

For the drabble asks: Keenler + 40? 👀 Poor Ressler rarely smiles.

Keenler - 40 “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” 

It’s late when Liz finally makes it home, unlocking the apartment door and shutting it quietly behind her.  Red’s plane had made a late night landing and Liz had gone straight from the airfield to home, ready to fall into bed.  

She stops and cracks open the door to Agnes’ room, smiling slightly at the young girl clutching a bear to her chest and hanging half off the bed.  Liz takes a moment to tuck her back in, pressing a kiss to her sleeping daughter’s forehead before quietly exiting the room.  

The rest of the apartment is dark as she makes her way to the bedroom, but she can see the signs of her partner in the rest of their home.  Ressler’s keys and badge are on the kitchen counter and one of his suit jackets is hung over the back of a dining chair and if she listens closely, she can hear his soft snore from their bedroom.

She feels guilty about how they’d left things the last time they’d spoken, a few hours before she hopped on a plane with Reddington to hunt down someone with ties to the Townsend Directive. They’d fought briefly, about the case and Red and how long she’d been away this time, but she hopes that he’s forgiven her by now.

Liz takes a detour into the bathroom, changing into a spare sleep shirt and giving her face a quick wash before heading into the bedroom.  It’s late and she’ll have to be up in the morning to give her report at the Post Office, but she can’t help but take a moment to watch her boyfriend sleep.  

His mouth is slightly open, pink lips parted to let quiet snores through and his freckled face is relaxed in sleep, far more than it is when he’s awake.  She smiles as she crawls into bed, trying not to jostle the mattress too much as she burrows under the covers.  

She knows she should let him sleep, that he will be up even earlier than her to make Agnes breakfast and get her ready for school, but she can’t help herself when he looks so handsome.  She presses herself as close as possible to his sleeping form and runs her index finger softly from his brow to the tip of his nose.  Ressler’s always been a light sleeper, so he immediately wakes, blinking sleepily in the moonlight.

“Hi,” she whispers, moving her hand from his face.  Her heart clenches as he just stares at her and she thinks for a moment that he’s still mad at her.  And then he smiles, a slow, sleepy grin that crawls across his face when he realizes it’s her and her heart warms in her chest.  

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” Liz jokes, still a little nervous that he’s still mad at her.  

“Just for you,” he whispers back before pressing a kiss to her lips.  “Welcome home.”

She finally relaxes against him, returning his kiss with one of her own and matching his smile.  “I’m sorry,” she says against his lips.  

“I love you,” Ressler returns, putting an end to their conversation with another kiss.  

[ask-beacons-finest]

Hey pollination JNR, what’s it like at y’alls place? How often do you take care of the kids? Oh! What’s y’alls favorite thing to do with the kids? (To Ren and Nora: How are y’all feeling about kids? The others make you jealous? XD) (Jaune: How are you doing lately? Been doing well?) (Asked by anon)

Ren, sipping from his tea, blankly looking at the television in the dimly lit RWBY home's den: Well, it's certainly less hectic at our home.

Ruby, screeching as the screen flashes: YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE IN THERE!

Ren, nodding his head: Example A through C right there.

Jaune, chuckling a bit, lightly punching Ren's arm, a beer in his hand: As if Nora doesn't drive you up the wall sometimes.

Ren, nods: Mhm, sometimes. Sometimes you do too.

Jaune, embarrassed: Ahheh, right...right.

Weiss, snapping: Ruby! Stop jumping you just spilled your drink on me.

Blake, coming into the room with a bowl of popcorn: Y'know, for someone who recommended horror, you sure suck at watching it.

Jaune, laughing, agreeing with Blake: Dead on, as for me. I'm good. I'm good. Surviving. Teaching at Beacon, Goodwitch is one hell of a boss though. As for Ren and Nora, well I sure wouldn't mind being an Uncle yet again.

Ren, sighing: Please.

Jaune, chuckling, patting Ren's shoulder: As for what we do with the kids, anything a good set of Aunt and Uncles would do, we take em out and spoil them. Gives moms a break too, right?

Weiss, leaning forward past Ruby: Thank you, for all that.

Blake, setting the popcorn down on the table, agreeing: A little break is nice. Plus the kids love you guys so.

Ren, nodding with a smile: Well, we love them t-...Parsley?

Blake: Huh?

Ren: ...nothing, I just sensed her aura. Must be meditating.

Weiss, with a bit of a laugh: Well between Uncle Ren and Uncle Yatsu, no wonder.

Ruby, shouting again, jumping: NO YOU IDIOT IT'S RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR!

~~~~~

Nora, counting through her remaining ammunition: Heh, didn't think we'd have any left over.

Yang, rolling her shoulder, cracking her neck: Sheesh, you brought enough to take down Atlas, of course you had some left over.

Nora, laughing: Grimm nests are a pain. Would rather have too much than too little.

Yang, stretching, staring up at the night sky: Aye. I'm with you on that.

Nora, turning her focus back to her weapon and ammo: As for being a mom? I'd like to, Ren isn't quite ready yet. Which...well, I'm not upset. I...don't know.

Yang, placing a hand on her shoulder: You'll be a great mom, I know it. And who knows, once Ren is finally ready maybe you'll luck out like Velvet.

Nora, laughs: HAH. No thank you. Quintuplets are waaaay too much. Hell, even your triplets are a lot. I'll be fine with one or two.

Yang, rolling her eyes: That's what we said too, now look at us. Anyways, mission complete. Let's head home. I wanna see my wives and kids.

Nora: And I'd like to see my husband and your kids too. Jaune too I guess.

Yang, laughs: Poor vomit boy.

Nora, packing up her equipment: So wives yeah, don't wanna see Ruby?

Yang, rolling her eyes: It's movie night, her pick. So she probably picked a horror movie, and little sister turns into baby sister when she watches horror. But I guess we gotta go back regardless.

[georgebyrne]

blood and bullets are the rule of law and if you're a man with convictions violence is inevitable.

@benjaminbyrne @jensenbyrne

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[itsgracecardinal]

Grace had snuck into the theatre on campus, now sitting at the grand piano that stood just in front of the stage. She was playing a tune on the piano, half singing and half mumbling as she worked out the lyrics to a song. After a moment, she looked up from the piano and jumped as she spotted a figure walking towards her, “Jesus fuck, I didn’t even hear you come in. Way to get my heart racing, asshole.”