#sarraqum

[saintmarlboro]

i feel fear in this chili’s tonight    /     @sarraqum

[trcstfunded-a]

@sarraqum “See, I’m not just a pretty face.” 

        ‘        oh.  you  picked  a  lock,  good  for  you.      ’        

 brows  arch,  an  expression  to  match  his  tone  perfectly    -    colour  adler   COMPLETELY  UNIMPRESSED.     (  not  that  he  could  pick  a  lock  personally,  but  that  was  beside  the  point  ).    he  was  hot  and  aggravated.        ‘        you  didn’t  look  terrible  doing  it    -    but  can  you  PLEASE  HURRY  UP,  these  bugs  are  eating  me  alive.        ’       slender  digits  rake  dark  hair  backwards  into  a  somewhat  style,  an  attempt  to  stop  it  sticking  to  his  sweat-slick  forehead.     

[lordnegan]

@sarraqum​ // SC

Equal parts impressed and equal parts ANNOYED as hell; it was hard to sum it up any better than that, every word that came out of this man's mouth making it a wonder how he hadn't gotten himself killed by much less patient assholes.

❝  Well, look at THAT; we got a SMARTASS on our hands here,  ❞ his smile suppressed any annoyance, instead making him appear as he was entirely amused by it all. And, truthfully, there was some amusement in it. ❝  Your ass ever get jealous? Of your mouth, I mean. 'Cause you gotta whole hell of a lotta SHIT flyin' out of it.  ❞

[patronedsaint-a]

                ❝ what ? it’s a nice shirt, ❞   alright, so !  admittedly, sullivan was to blame for the newfound sense of fashion  (  or lack thereof  ——  but this is significantly better than after panama, no doubt about that,  )  but he’s actually pretty offended. of course hands go about their usual to and ‘fro gesturing, accompanying his apparent necessary explanation about why he had six of the same shirt...  all in various colors.   ❝ s’kinda’ve an island, nathan. this is all i got goin’ on. y’ever hear of an old navy in the middle of cuban jungle ? ❞     /     @sarraqum.

[deluscr-a-blog]

@sarraqum for a Flynn Survived starter

          “Actually surprised you showed up...”   He didn’t want to come up to his door, didn’t want to be surprised by whoever would open it. Didn’t want to be face to face immediately, and so he had left a message, to meet up somewhere, some place where it wasn’t crowded. There was a sense of guilt and shame upon him after all that had happened, the memory still clear. Yet he had never apologized, nor had he ever thanked him for helping him out of there. It was his words which had convinced him not to let that grenade drop, his words which convinced him to carry on -- and he truly thought he wouldn’t get out of there alive. He had passed out before they had reached the village, and had only woken up when in the hospital -- yet the younger had already left his side. Something he understood, if he had to be honest. It was his own fault for destroying all that they had.   “But... glad that you did anyway...”

[rppositives-blog]

I wish I could interact with @sarraqum / @cynicalmotive more. Jay is such a sweet mun, and her characterisation of Nathan and Negan are absolutely amazing!

[wordgiven-blog]

     “ Trust me, I can handle a few tombs and caves . I’ve dealt with worse . ” //  @sarraqum     ♥’d.

[wingedtime]

                        guys can you believe nathan drake is now max’s dad? what a time to be alive.