#theirmadness

[fckindiabolicxl]

how is the infamous billy butcher gonna spend 4/20? any special marijuana-related plans or nah?

❝ By gettin' higher than jesus at mass an' gettin' fucked stupid, y' bet. Saved up quite th' stash inna caddy's sneak spots. Migh' call up 'ughie an' Frenchie t' have a proper sesh. Hit th' blunts with Xar. Shotgunnin' w' Maeve. Definitely Sen, too. Ellyn's also on th' list. Annie an' Violet an' Aaron? I'd 'ave t' ask. ❞

[drwlf]

hey how you doin’ daddy will you rearrange my guts (ykw)

"I will if you ask nicely."

[dnieldmas]

@theirmadness cont'd from x

WHAT IS he doing what is he doing what is he doing . it rings like a mantra in his head . a guilty mantra that judges every step he takes . alex is his brother . grace is about to be his SISTER - IN - LAW sooner rather than later , if their engagement is anything to go by .

at first it had just been to scare her off , to get her to go . go , he begged . you don't belong here , YOU DON'T BELONG WITH US . a compliment here , some suggestive comments there . but the more she was around them . . . the more daniel was realizing who grace was . and that only made it SO MUCH WORSE .

the lead - in to the kiss hadn't been particularly fast . in the span of time between when his hand was on her hip and his lips were on her mouth , she'd had plenty of time to yank herself out of his grip , which he'd fully expected her to do . except . . . she's not . she's not . she's KISSING HIM BACK . it's a breath that escapes him first and then , as she presses to him , he clings to her , hands pulling her in by her waist properly this time .

it's far too quick , far too soon when she breaks away . it leaves daniel dizzy ( though that might be the WHISKEY ) . his eyes are still closed when he answers , ❝ i am . . . ❞ slowly , his eyes open to look at hers , flashing so bright and blue . his own glint a dun brown , a color he's always compared closer to dirt . his lips part to say more , but nothing escapes , his breath caught between moments , waiting for HER to determine what the outcome of this is going to be .

[corpatrem]

you’re not a father yet but you’re definitely daddy. / roxy @ harry

HE THINKS HE HAS MISHEARD HER, at first. One could almost see the gears turning in his head as confusion clouds his expression, only to turn into a look of incredulousness by the smug expression on Roxy’s face. “I’m definitely…Daddy.” The phrase is repeated in that clipped upper class Englishman way as he arches a brow.

“Have you gone and lost a bet to Eggsy?” He folds his newspaper, leaning back in his chair. “If you are referring to my … father-like role in your life, then surely there must be a better way to put it. Honestly, I expect better from you, Roxy.”

[vitalphenomena]

@theirmadness // poseidon said: come closer. there's no need to be afraid of me.

HE STEPS FURTHER ONTO SHORE—NOTABLY, AWAY FROM THE WATERLINE.

"I'm not afraid, old man."

[musesforthedamned]

Flint waited until they were alone before speaking.

It was the closest thing to courtesy either of them could still afford.

Outside, Nassau groaned beneath the weight of its own hunger: crews demanding pay, merchants demanding protection, cowards demanding certainty from people who had never been given any. The island had always been a living thing, half-paradise, half-wound, and now it seemed determined to bleed from every seam. Men whispered in corners. Alliances shifted with the tide. Every promise had begun to sound like a threat wearing better clothes.

Inside, there was only Eleanor Guthrie, him, and the terrible little truth that both of them had built too much together to pretend this was simple.

There had been a time when Flint would have trusted her with more than coin, more than cargo, more than strategy. He would have trusted her with the shape of Nassau’s future. Perhaps that was the cruelest part. Trust, once broken, did not vanish. It remained there, sharp as glass underfoot, making every step more careful than the last.

His gaze held on her, hard and tired, the kind of tired that came from fighting too many wars at once and realizing one of them had a familiar face.

“You and I both know this place does not survive on sentiment,” he said, voice low and controlled. “But I had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that there was still enough trust between us not to require knives at the table.”

He took a step closer, not threatening, but unmistakably present. Flint had never needed volume to fill a room. His silence did half the work for him.

“You know what they’ll do if they sense division between us. Not suspect it. Sense it. That will be enough.” His jaw tightened faintly, the only visible crack in the stone of him. “I have lost ships. Men. Fortunes. Causes that might have changed the world if the world had been less eager to rot.”

A faint, humorless smile touched his mouth, gone almost as soon as it appeared.

“But I find I have very little patience left for losing allies who know better.”

He let that settle between them, heavy as cannon smoke.

“So whatever quarrel you think you have with me,” Flint said, eyes sharpening on hers, “have it now.”

@theirmadness

[gravityslingshot]

@theirmadness liked for a starter / owen grady

‘   YOU’RE??? NOT DEAD?   ‘

Her plan didn’t account for space on the boat for him.

She wouldn’t knock points off him for not knowing what a .308 caliber 100-grain bullet does to a cranial vault but she would for not knowing the name of the Doom monster shaking the trees behind them or even the three to a billion dinosaurs that made it. Zora slides across the ground, peeling off the top of a drain cover.

‘   Why weren’t you answering your phone?   ‘

[thewiickedones]

@theirmadness Asked:

Loving you ruined me—and I’d do it again. / from jorah @ dany

Daenerys’ breath hitched in her throat, as if his words had wrapped around her like a serpent, squeezing more tightly with every pulse of her heart. She felt the bite of wind against her skin, a chilling caress that echoed the shiver of uncertainty deep within her. Here stood Jorah, her loyal protector, a man whose love had once felt like a warm fire at her back, & now… Now it felt like a flame that might consume her entirely.

❝ Ruined ? ❞ She whispered, her voice barely making it past the knot lodged in her chest. The word tasted bitter on her tongue, a stark contrast to the longing that surged through her. She glanced away, focusing instead on the horizon, where shadows of storm clouds gathered, heavy & foreboding. They mirrored her own thoughts — dark & pregnant with unspoken truths.

There had been moments of tenderness, of laughter shared under the vastness of the night sky. But there were also the echoes of betrayal, the choices she had made that had forever altered the course of their lives. She clutched the fabric of her gown, feeling the cool silk against her clammy palms. How easily it could slip from her grip, just as she’d slipped from his embrace when duty called. Daenerys turned her face back to Jorah, searching his gaze for some sign that he understood the turmoil within her. The glimmer in his eyes spoke of endurance, of battles fought & lost, yet still he stood steadfast, waiting for her to respond. How could she find the right words ?

❝ You think your love has ruined you, but it was never just that. It was my choice, too. ❞ The taste of ash lingered in her mouth as she spoke, a bitter reminder of everything that had been sacrificed. The resolve she had carried into this moment faltered, fraying at the edges like a tattered banner in the wind. She moved closer, drawn to him, as if gravity itself had shifted to bring them together. Her fingers brushed against his arm, feeling the strength beneath his tunic, the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin fabric. Could it still be enough ? Could he forgive her for choosing the throne over the man beside her ?

❝ I wished it could have been different. ❞ Her voice trembled, caught between regret & longing. Was the Iron throne worth every moment of happiness she has sacrificed ? ❝ My Dear Sweet Bear… ❞ She started, the name trembling on her lips, yet the words faltered again, stifled under the weight of her own uncertainty. ❝ Perhaps it's ruined us both. ❞