#tidesofwcr

[agentbeyond-a]

the rutherford-nolan family.

with @tidesofwcr

[iscariotsdeputy]

@tidesofwcr  liked for a starter

    “Well hello there, Rook!” A name to be solidified in history! A nickname that really deserved to be held in high regards! Why? Because this man? This guy? This was his Rookie. This was Staci’s responsibility. Like a puppy. A sad lookin’ puppy. A rough lookin’ puppy. This was probably the reason Earl told him to be quieter and not as...himself during this meeting. However, Staci threw complete caution to the wind. Handsy, loud, and seemingly full of himself, the Deputy kept talking as he circled the stranger.

    “Alright, Floyd!” He remembered that from his file. “My name is Staci, otherwise called Deputy Pratt by the civilians of Hope County, and I’m going to be your mentor! Any and all questions can go to me, which will go to Joey, which will go to Sheriff Whitehorse! You are just what your file said you were like, and I’m a fan of that! You’re true to yourself! I like a guy who’s truthful!”

[farcry5positivity]

“Shout out Jett over at @tidesofwcr, he deserves the best. Best guy I've met on here. UWU “

[panamastayed]

@tidesofwcr liked <3

“Y’SEEM TENSE.”

Normally he wouldn’t have said anything but the distinct expression on FLOYD’S face suggests he’s thinking too much for his own good ( PAGAN could be a difficult man to work for no less ) and after a moment Karter’s head tilts, BODY leaned back in his chair as he EXHALES softly before head tilts back.

“Somethin’ on yer mind?”

[mysteriesdelved]

         ‘dad, don’t you have something better to do than HOVER? geez.’ she left her door open just for the sake of airing it out and letting the dog in, but that seemed like an invitation for him to lean in the doorway while she was flipping through COMICS.

@tidesofwcr

[magtitude]

18. the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it. | accepting | @tidesofwcr

---------

     I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky---

Jason’s not listened to that song in a long while, not since he relies on the car radio ( news, Top 40, and near-forgettable adverts save for the tune ) and the more recent music on the internet. He starts to hum along to the chorus on repeat, which earns him a sharp, “Will you stop?” from Jemima on the fifth go-around. He doesn’t, of course, and tells her so: “No!” And continues to hum, more obnoxiously and as loud as he can hum.

“Oh my God--” She turns a corner just before the lights turn red, her hands loose around the wheel ( she said it was ‘her turn to drive’, and like a fool, Jason forgot, yet again, about her lackadaisical driving style ), when it suddenly clicks. “Oh shit? Mika?”

“Yeah, that’s the guy.”

“Oh shit, I haven’t listened to him in years.”

“Yeah,” he says, eyeing the kerb that she never quite touches with the wheels or body of the car, “me neither.”

“Oh.” She says it in such a way as though she’s caught onto something that he hasn’t. “You mean it’s from your mystery person.”

Ah.

“Oh. I guess?” Jason shrugs, more concerned with the possibility of a ticket from a fellow officer than trying to figure out who’s sending out unsolicited earworms to him. At least it’s a bop. “Can’t imagine who’s singing this early in the morning. At least, you know, assuming they’re even in the same timezone.”

Jemima only grins, turning another corner sharply on the last stretch to work. “Oh, I can.”

Again, Jason draws a blank. He’s not up-to-date on everyone’s music taste, terribly sorry? Jemima rolls her eyes when he still doesn’t catch on, and gives the game away once she’s parked.

“Eyebrows.”

“What-- What!” He starts spluttering-laughing mostly at the nickname she’s given Floyd ( to be fair, good eyebrows, honestly ), not quite believing her. It’d be nice, though. You know, if Floyd was Jason’s person. Soulmate. Whatever you’d like to call it. Yeah, it’d be nice, and even nicer with... He has to slap his cheeks before he gets out of the car, stopping the daydream, because it might not even be Floyd, anyway.

Still, he tests it later, when Jemima takes Floyd aside to talk about... something, and Jason sings under his breath while going through paperwork. “I’ve got a lover-ly buncha coconuts, all standing in a row... big ones, small ones, some as big as yer ‘ead...”

Gotta have a sense of humour about it, yeah? And at least neither one of them has to put up with what Solomon receives from Jemima -- TS3 Indie radio station barely translates, but she somehow manages.

Later, Floyd mentions something about the Lion King. Jason can barely hold the laughter in.

[peacefulapostle--a]

♗ because ur super talented and ily

my icon style  || sorta accepting. so selectively

[pridefulwitchbtch-a]

.. new identity

send ‘New Identity’ and I’ll make a new oc using your muse’s face claim! | Accepting.

-Nico Marcano

-Apart of the Marcano crime family

-Crooked chief of police in the late 60s

-Son of Sal Marcano and brother to that bugging bitch Giorgi Marcano

-In charge of looking over all the family’s law enforcement rackets

-He dies in “canon” sksksk.