#theyoungestaltman

[damnitjessa-blog]

@theyoungestaltman

The party was happening. Jessa was enjoying herself with her red solo cup and was swaying to the beat of the music when somebody was suddenly next to her, crowding her space. “Sorry I didn’t know that personal space is not invited here.” She said. 

[coronadelsol]

@theyoungestaltman from here  

[ ✉️ → Poe Damneron ] : Total disclosure, you could see me naked anytime

[ ✉️ → Poe Damneron ] : Hell, we can even get dinner beforehand

[ ✉️ → lip ] slow down there, don juan. 

[ ✉️ → lip ] any time, tho? that’s pretty brave. 

[jedirisen-a]

@theyoungestaltman || continued from HERE

Rey knew there were risks to forming this relationship when she and Phillip had discussed it, but she was never prepared for it to make her feel like this. Love is supposed to make you feel brand new, like there’s a cloud beneath your feet. It’s supposed to be exciting and happy, yet here she is, nearly reduced to tears.

Her chest tightens as she does her best to choke back any sort of emotional response. Rey doesn’t like to cry in front of anyone, especially not Phillip. It’s a sign of weakness in her mind, and she is anything but weak.  Her heart aches whenever he opens his mouth, each one of his words like a dagger piercing and striking through her heart. She looks at him, her eyes glistening with tears as the muscles in her chin begin to tremble,                                                               ❝  Why?  ❞ It’s the only thing she manages to choke out before giving in to her emotions, letting her tears fall freely.

[serratedlight-a]

theyoungestaltman

Kyle groaned and slumped in his chair, soon leaning towards his brother to speak softly into his ear.

"This so-called family reunion is sapping my strength." he murmured. "Shall we walk to the bar down the street and have a drink instead?"

[jedirisen-a]

“Which section has the dirty magazines?”

Fallout 4 Sentence Starters || Accepting || @theyoungestaltman​

      If it weren’t for the fact that they were in public, Rey would have made some sort of sexual remark. Perhaps something along the lines of him not needing those magazines– something only Phillip could ever believe. I’m all the woman you need, or, Why would you need a dirty magazine when you have me right in font of you? But alas, she keeps her silence and then swivels her head around as if her awareness of those in hearing distance would change anything. 

      The brunette forces a smile that completely gives away her discomfort, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder to which she gives a hard squeeze. “Can you keep your voice down? There’s a lot of people around.” The words are likely to go in one ear and out the other, but she doesn’t care. At least she could say she tried. 

[jedirisen-a]

"I just woke up in my underwear."

DEATH OF A BACHELOR STARTER MEME || accepting || @theyoungestaltman​

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

Sleep. After a long night of babysitting Phillip and trying to drag him away from physical altercations (which may or may not have been started over her) fueled by Phillip’s liquid courage. All Rey needed was a good night’s rest. Just a few hours of wonderful, uninterrupted sleep– Phillip, however, seemed to have other plans in store for her. Rey offers a quiet, guttural groan in response to his observation as she shifts on to her side in attempt to move away from him and (hopefully) his voice. “That’s because we didn’t have sex, Sherlock. You were completely wasted last night.” She mutters as she reaches over and grabs his pillow, pulling it over her head in attempt to shield herself from him and the sunlight creeping through the blinds. 

[greeniisms]

@theyoungestaltman

She had been fucking around with Philip for about six months when the promotion happened. Her company was making her the General Manager of the British Division and she did not think twice. She said goodbye to Philip and packed her bags.

It was a month before she realized she was pregnant and at first she did not even want the baby. She was still young, not even in her thirties and was starting a new position but the longer she thought, she realized that she could not get rid of it. It was her blood and it would be the family she wanted but never had. By then it was too long and too awkward to call Philip and tell him the news. It was not like he was contacting her. He had moved on and so.would Rey.

The baby was born in autumn. A bouncy baby boy with a dark mop of hair and blue eyes. She named him Thomas and it was love at first sight. Rey was enamored with everything her son did. And truly she was happy. Sometimes in the three years that followed, she would think about Philip. How he was doing and such. But her fear stopped her from reaching out. What would happen anyway? Did she think he would drop everything so he could fly to London and pay house with her? That was not his style.

But then now everything was catching up. She clutched Thomas close to her when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Philip.

[coronadelsol]

@theyoungestaltman from here  ↴

It was the second time he’d managed to end up working a table where this guy ended up striking out – Phillip had no idea whose fault that, but generally he didn’t really care enough to snoop – and he managed a sympathetic sound. It sucked getting the brush off once, let alone twice. “You don’t want to take it?” he asked,wondering again what had sent the girl off on her way. The guy was sexy, if slightly older, but Phillip had never been one to discriminate on a little thing like that.

“Hey, I know a great bar if you’re looking to get wasted,” Phillip offered, knowing he’d want to be drunk off his ass after something like that.

"Just go straight for the nuclear option. I like that.” He shifted in his seat to cram his phone back into his pocket, giving the waiter a long look that seemed... appraising? “I already ate, so the food’s yours if you want it. But I guess I can take it home.”

“Look,” He folded an arm over the table, shifting to lean forward just a hair. “How about instead of a tip, you show me where that bar is and I’ll buy you a drink or two? Not that I should take you, you’ve kind of been bad luck for me already.” 

It was the kind of left-field invite that either worked spectacularly or blew up in his face- but who would Poe be if he didn’t try?