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“%” for a CURIOUS text. ( for cap )

{ text meme >< accepting !! }          @smokinghellion​

[ sms : MParker ] You got a line on general pharmaceuticals?[ sms : MParker ] Buddy of mine needs a small laundry list and the VA has a waiting list a mile long to even see him, before he can get his scripts refilled.[ sms : MParker ] I wouldn’t circumvent this shit, except he’s already lost his wife and kid, can’t afford to lose his job, too.

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[ cap >> @smokinghellion ♥’d for a henderson and gets cap- lets hope he uses actual words... ]

                         There was a lot he didn’t like about working for Spence Conlon’s security firm- the majority of which was the fact that it seemed like 90% of what they did was illegal. It rubbed him the wrong way- he had some kind of honor left, after his time in the military, something left in him that wanted to fight a good fight, and go home. But the money was too good, and Sammy had tuition and books to buy, and scholarships only went so far, and Gold couldn’t really be counted on to look out for anyone but herself- like their mother. So here he was, dealing with drug dealers, eyes locked on the doors and windows and corners and shadows, expecting trouble, as always.

          “ Got yer money. If y’got what I’m here for, we go go our separate ways. ” He didn’t know the guy’s name- rarely got sent on this kind of gig, Spence seemed to know his distaste for the shit he was picking up, after all, it had killed his mother. But lord, the guy had a face he wouldn’t forget.

[reynardiine]

❝ they told me you died. ❞

american gods —accepting.

          UNSURPRISING AS IT MAY BE, IT STILL BEGS THE QUESTION — who the fuck is ‘they’? Every news station seems to be spewing a whole new version of the story. Some took that Australian bitch at her word. Three killers, all dead by her hand. Too bad they never found the bodies, huh? Even then, the mass media spent the past month calling  b u l l s h i t  on the whole thing until a new hook about a goddamn dog, of all things, rescuing a cat or some shit took over. Long enough to regain his bearings, and long enough for some fucker to start spreading shit. Probably Craig; it’s always fucking Craig.          ❝  YE’? Y’know bette’, couillon; You gon’ down firs’.  ❞

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f o x y

          ❝  — Sho’ hope y’en’t plan on KEEPIN’ ‘at tongue.  ❞

[reynardiine]

❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜

— hozier // closed.

          ❝ Y'shoul’ know by now — Ah en’t about tamin’ shit. ❞     Sounds more like worship out of the redneck than anything. As it should be. The way Tom sees it, if you’re not kissing his ass or licking the ground he’s walked on, you’re not worth his time. Mason’s done a pretty decent job of it thus far. Still not enough to keep the threats at bay.     ❝ But you? FUCK, ye’d look nice at th’end of a goddamn rope. ❞

[dirtsmile]

snooping through @smokinghellion‘s kink list and: food in the bedroom. sorry, mason. finn’s not interested anymore.

[heartonleatherarchive-blog]

( gives zoe a dog he found on someone's porch )

                 ❝ Dude! Where did he come from? Does he have a name? ❞ If she wasn’t so enthralled in the animal, she’d hug his neck.

[skogstrom]

"Random destruction makes you think of me?"

— this was a meme // closed.

           ❝ Yeah, SOMETIMES, ❞     he admits with a grin. He’s still swiping through the pictures on his phone until another nice shot comes up and he turns it to show Mason.      ❝ We can go, right? It’s just a few miles off the main highway, I think. ❞