#stallionstable

[strikersunindie-a]

MICHAEL B. JORDAN

I like the idea of him being a restaurant owner, but something small that mostly focuses on making meal prep meals for people who are focusing on their fitness. He sometimes work with the gym Jaime owns. He doesn’t usually train people himself anymore, wanting to focus more on his business. Oh, and let’s go with Caleb for a name. 

[glowofthedusk]

for @stallionstable​

there was still much to learn about the modern world.

yanked forward in time by his fae king who brought him into the being, vidar was slowly growing accustomed to the realities of living in...well...current reality. showers were a magnificent invention, as with everything related to plumbing. clean and freshly scented, he tromped down the stairs in jeans and boots and a leather jacket, prepared for a night out.

“father!” he called, striding into the kitchen with the assurance of a prior age. “I am to be visiting with some friends I have made, at the cloister you sent me to.” a wide hand went up to cup the fae’s cheek, pulling him in for side-kiss. “I hope that is amenable?”

[pieceintheirgxmes]

Top 5 Fandom OTPs

Ask me my "TOP 5" anything!

hmmmmm i actually got to think about this one...1. Billy Kaplan and Teddy Altman from Young Avengers.2. Cato and Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games.3. Chris Redfield and Piers Nevans from Resident Evil.4. Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson from Avengers.5. Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural.

[fucksavengers]

@stallionstable

Frank told Alexis there was no need to wait up for him. Ever. His younger lover knew the score: nighttime was his time. That’s when all the criminals and scum of the Earth came to play — and as such, so did The Punisher. He understood that it was often simple, genuine concern for Frank’s safe return that caused Alexis to lose sleep. But Frank made his rules for their relationship very clear. 

After losing his family so long ago, Frank still struggled with this sort of thing — being in close relationship with someone. Frankly, it was a miracle Alexis stayed with him, even after learning of his dual identity. Perhaps it was just a sign that he could have both things: his job, and his love. But Frank still had a long way to go towards accepting it.

When Frank returns to their shared apartment, he finds Alexis half-passed out on the couch, after clearly anticipating him all night. “Go to bed,” Frank grunts, removing his coat with palpable struggle, his body wrecked and covered in blood —only some of it his— from the evening’s activities. “Told you I don’t like it when you wait up for me. You never fuckin’ listen, do you?”

[multipackersarchive]

@stallionstable​ said: “Well, since we’re trapped in the elevator we may as well have some fun, give the security guard something to entertain himself with.”

In all the years Roscoe worked at this museum, he’d never once got stuck in the elevator, much less with someone who knew all sorts of intimate details about his body. He knew getting involved with one of his coworkers would’ve been a bad idea eventually...

“Are you insane? I’m not doing that,” Roscoe barks in response, riddled with anxiety at the thought. “The last thing I need is for someone to watch me getting nasty on a CCTV feed — even if the idea sounds hot as hell. No. Nope. Absolutely not.”

[hawthxrnerps]

Scorpion or Sub-Zero?

Put 2 celebrities in my ask,

based only on physical appearance, I’ll tell you who I prefer.

  {Sub-Zero, easily. He has that daddy / rugged look going on.}

[your-lonely-witches]

@stallionstable liked for a starter with Thorn!

‘Shapeshift? Sure I can, pretty easy when you old man’s a demon and your mother was a witch.’ Thorn licked his lips, watching the other with curiosity now. 'Why’s that? Not got any ideas cooking up in that head of yours, eh?’

[ofvanguards]

                                            [[ @stallionstable gets Argis. ]]

“Please” the blond says with a wide smile as he eyes the other down. “Do not mistake my courtesy with true concern”.

Argis Dathrohan didn’t appreciate being the one to clean the mess of clumsy and unskilled Warlocks. Why summon something so big you couldn’t control? Bargaining with a demon this powerful was a thing, but actually traveling with him towards the city, where they could find someone that could actually help the being, was more annoying than he wanted to admit.

And it wasn’t the fact that the thing still smelled of blood and that the image of the Altar still haunted him— it was that bloody, attractive face of him that bothered him the most. “We’ll camp here” he mutters, as twilight was already descending on the horizon. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll build a tent”.