Chaos & Destruction

“I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.”

[tffxsamuel-blog]

me: why do Bad Things happen to me

me, remembering im a fundamentally horrible person: ah.....yes,..

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&&.hcnei:

“is it just me or are ninety percent of the employees here, like really hot?” selena said, laughing in her shoulder. she was on the beach, trusty cool full of supplies by her side as she put on suntan lotion. “if i don’t manage to get the paddle board instructor – both of them – then there really was no point to this vacation. — anyways could you get my back?” she asks with a sarcastic wag of her brows, “i’ll make you a drink, free of charge.”

       “It’s not just you darling, I swear I can’t step out of the hotel room without practically crashing into an unfairly hot guy. Not that I’m complaining, really I’ve been having a blast with them!!” The curve of his lips turned upwards, brushing his cheeks with a mischievous smirk. “Both? You’re greedy! Didn’t anyone tell you that sharing is caring?? Well but since I’m in a good mood, I’ve got your back” 

[lifeinpoetry]

he […] has hands                          like the apocalypse

you could start a war with hands like that

— Kiki Nicole, from blk/still/life

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&&.jgger:

jagger has two modes of functioning when it comes to doing things: meticulously plan out every intricate detail or completely wing it. he’s operating in the latter when he passes by the doors of all his usual suspects and instead beelines for samuel’s room in particular. on a whim, he’s decided he wants to go to the main island. there’s money burning a hole in his pocket (when isn’t there?) and he can’t think of anyone else who won’t judge him for spending it on the most obscure local artifacts he can find. and if he happens to sneak a cheeky pickup line in here or there, no one else will be around to overhear it. it’s been an arduous process luring samuel out of his metaphorical shell, and one that jagger takes complete credit for, of course. over time, however, the walls have slowly come down and his personal brand of flirtation has recently been met with positive encouragement.

not that he ever really needs to be encouraged to flirt with a gorgeous man. 

knuckles raise to rap at samuel’s door in a syncopated rhythm, whistling a cheeky tune as he does so. jagger’s always been naturally musically inclined, though he doubts it was inherited from his talentless father. once he hears stirring within the room, he makes a great show of propping himself casually in the doorway, awaiting the opening of the door to reveal his chosen company for his outing. // @tffxsamuel

      The warmth of the water embraced his exhausted body. The night and well the day as well had been spent in bed, tangled in the smooth sheets with a person who could hardly utter out a single word in a broken English. Of course it was fun but the man had eventually left, leaving Samuel more then ready to go out to the civilization and actually understand what everyone are saying instead of plastering the same cosmetic smile, nodding as if he understands and cares what the other is saying. It gets tiring very easily. 

      Being deep in thoughts he could only faintly hear the knocking against his door. For a split of a second his heart slowed down until he had to remind himself that he wasn’t back in New York. The only people around here are his allies so unannounced knocking couldn’t possibly mean anything bad, right? 

      Stepping out of the shower he found the nearest towel, wrapping it around his hips not particularly minding how low it was hanging. “I’m comin’ I’m comin’” He called out to whoever was knocking right before he reached the door and opened it to be greeted by the one and only, Jagger. 

     “Now what do I owe the pleasure of having you standing right here outside my door?” 

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&&.phoenixcage:

After spending most of the evening eating and swimming, Nix was walking back to her room, hair still wet and swaddled in a towel. She hadn’t taken many vacations in her life, and the Maldives were beautiful, to say the least. They hadn’t even been there a full day but she was already enjoying herself much more than she thought she would, and it showed. “I think,” she began, turning to her nearby company, “we should go raid one of our rooms. See if we can’t dig up something good to drink.”

        The day had been spent walking lazily down different and unfamiliar streets which lead him into a completely new world. Samuel had actually spent most of his childhood moving to different places and countries for his fathers job, but it had never been quite like this before. The people were more friendly then he had ever been able to even imagine and the food. It was all like some sort of an outer body experience. Now he was lying around on the poolside, he had been lying there for over an hour when he heard Nix suggestion. “Hm.. It does sound like a fantastic start of the night.” The corners of his lips turned upwards. “Let’s get drunk on some fancy drinks they only serve in Maldives!!”

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decoyeds:

Lorelle: down for a midnight dive ??

Lorelle: you better !

Samuel: Is this your way of getting me undressed? 

Samuel: you know you could have just asked ;) 

Samuel: Nah I’m kidding, ofc I will go for a midnight dive! What kind of person do you think I am?

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&&.adrianrcse:

             “  we’re not RUNNING AWAY,  ”  exasperation clear in his voice as his eyes stay glued on the crystal blue water before them.  “  i needed time to regroup and think of our  n e x t  plan before we fuck ‘em up, s’all.  ”  rolling his eyes, he SLIPPED his shirt off with ease.  “  anymore questions ?? or can we FUCKING swim now ?  ”

        Well to Samuel this whole vacation felt like running away from the fuckin’ boogieman and he absolutely HATED it. He hated it but he wasn’t an idiot, he knew that questioning Adrian’s decisions wouldn’t solve this mess, so instead he simply let out a long and probably overly dramatic sigh. “Yes of course we’re not running, but I can’t help but feel that we would be able to finish this sooner if we were actually in New York" He ran his fingers through his tangled hair, cursing himself for he never seemed to know when to shut his mouth.  “Yes of course, let’s swim”

[kpfun]

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&&.decoyeds:

❝ — YES it is !! it’s my priced possession, it is all i care for. if they touch it. i will wreak havoc !! ❞

            For a split of a second Samuel couldn’t do anything but stare at her, his face set with anger and concern. Was she for real? But he did in fact understand where she was coming from. He had once broken into a secure building just to get his Cheytac M200 sniper rifle that had been stolen from him. “Fine, We’ll just go in and out, hopefully without anyone seeing us, alright?? Well unless you want to go home, of course. There’s nothing wrong with that”

[anthonnystark]

Interviewer: I heard it [Infinity War] was wrapping in December!

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&&.kenzc:

kenzo  n i m b l y  spins the throwing knife as, with her other hand, she pens down, ’ twelve throwing knives. ’ doing inventory is therapeutic for her. It keeps her from thinking about the events of the night. she can sleep peacefully after robbing a bank. that’s n o t h i n g . the anxiety of that had stopped appearing YEARS ago. but she has to keep her mind off the hideout. off lou. off the spades. because if she thinks about all that, then she will t h r o w  something out of the window and adrian will yell at her and she will be even angrier. kenzo lowers the pen and exhales heavily.

quietly, she says, “ can you pass me that briefcase ” – she points at the black case across the table – “ please ?? ”

        Samuel was in his own world. Doing the only thing that had ever been able to help him get out of his head. He was cleaning his collection. He held each gun as if it was his most prized possession. because it was. Every single one of them had a story. The one he was taking a part was the gun that his former gang leader gave to him when he was sixteen years old. It seemed like yesterday when he first held the gun. The man had ordered Drake to teach him how to handle it. Of course it had been completely unnecessary waste of time since he’d been firing a gun since he was six years old. 

         After everything that happened that night he knew a normal person would be fuming, they would be absolutely furious and of course Samuel was mad. They had taken one of his own but then again there was one thing he had learned long time ago. Family, friends and fellow gang members will all leave you sooner or later. Some will walk away, while others will be forcefully taken from you. That’s how it has always been like and that’s how it will be like. He also knows that the only consistent thing and the only thing that won’t leave him are his weapons. 

       With a gentle smile tugging on the corners of his lips he quickly put the gun back together, admiring it for a moment before he could hear the girl speak up. 

      “Sure, of course...” He hesitated for a moment. He knew he should say something, anything. But what could he say after everything that happened? “So, how are you handling things?” He finally questioned her as he handed the suitcase over, wanting to kick himself because how absolutely stupid he sounded.

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&&.smithsque:

she isn’t sure if this is allowed, or who even regulates this kind of thing, but isabella has found herself in the weapons room       unrestricted and alone. she knows her way around guns, rigorous training as a police officer saw to that, but to see a surplus of tools like this ( knives, automatics and grenades, oh my ! ) has her wide eyed and giddy; much like a child on christmas morning. she can’t help put pick up a semi automatic that’s on the table, to finger the cool metal bullets beside it either. she’s in some kinda weaponry wet dream that she almost doesn’t hear them. almost. 

         He needed to get away from everyone. He needed peace, even if it was for only just a moment. So of course he headed to the place where he felt most like at home. This was his room, his passion, he had dedicated his life to everything in this room. Often after rough days he would stay in the weapons room for an extra hour cleaning the guns and making sure everything was in it’s right place. For him it was as calming as meditating. But the second he entered the room he froze in his step. He wasn’t alone. At first he wanted to yell at her and kick her out for daring to touch the gun, but he couldn’t really bother at the moment. So instead he walked up to her. “it’s a beauty isn’t it?” He questioned her as he gestured towards the Barrett REC7  in her hands. “Have you ever shot anything like it?”

[xshayarsha]

Gold runs in our blood.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (via xshayarsha)

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&&.santiagoxrodriguez:

Santiago nods at the other mans words, he likes to think he hadn’t made a fool of himself drinking in years, not since he was younger and far less inclined to give a shit. He’s glad he’s learned his limits since then, although he’d always sort of known better even then. “I’ll always offer a hand to save you from unworthy men amigo.” The words slip past him, tumble out smoothly; it’s halfway between a tease and seriousness. He doesn’t play around when it comes to the 212 members, especially the ones he got along with. It was a respect thing, he didn’t want any of them disrespected. “Although I’m sure you can handle yourself, our crew doesn’t have weak links.” It’s honest enough, he’s sure he could spot a few broken chains in their metaphorical fence but it’s not as if he tolerates it. He orders them both drinks in between listening, Jack and Coke– he wasn’t one for it but he wouldn’t judge it, coke was just always too sweet for him, like syrup it layered in your mouth and the taste lingered. No he liked his alcohol harsh, he liked to know that’s exactly what he was drinking, in a strange way the burn as it went down his throat was half the experience. Speaking of that, the bartender was sitting down the drinks right about now, he gestures to them before grabbing his, fingers curling around the glass almost delicately. “Salud! To having some standards and good company” He gives way to a wry little grin as he raises his glass towards Samuel, he doesn’t hold back the emotion as it splays across his lips. Lips that welcome the glass once he brings it to them, taking a long sip of his own drink. 

       His words meant more to him then he would ever dare to admit. He had heard more then once how he never had the heart to be able to do what was needed to be done for the gang. That he was too kind for the cruelty that surrounded him, some even went so far to say that his kindness made him weak. Samuel was a lot of things, but weak had never been one of those things. He had been doing this all of his life so he knew how to survive and he sure as hell knew how to handle himself. Sam was taken aback for a split of a second. The smile slipping slightly before he simply shook his head and a quiet laugh bubbled from his lips.

       “Of course I can handle myself, but if something really strange happens and I can’t take care of it, you’ve gotta’ promise me to bury me face down so the entire world can kiss my ass!!” 

       He could feel the relief wash over him when the bartender appeared with their drinks in each hand. “Cheers” He spoke quietly under his breath before he rested the cold glass on his sore lip and took a good sip. Welcoming the familiar burn as he swallowed it. “Now, I’m warning you. After a glass or two I’ll most likely drag you to dance with me. It’s kind of the curse of drinking with me. “ 

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&&.hvnsen:

               “   oh, FUCK !!   ”   hunter exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the switchblade that’d P I E R C E D the wall. he’d flung it by accident, something that HARDLY ever happens when he played with his knife. he stood up to get it, muttering c u r s e s under his breath. as he pulled the blade out from the wall, he found a person staring right at him and his adversity. hunter stared back and forth between the person and the hole in the wall.   “   there’s an EXPLANATION for this, just not as reasonable.  ”

        He watched quietly as the knife flew through the air and hit the wall, with such force that it was able to get stuck. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from his lips as he was finally able to see the terrified look on the poor guys face. But he would be lying if he would ever try to deny that he has more then once accidentally gotten a knife stuck in the wall. “Oh? Is there an explanation for why you’re throwing knifes around? Should I start hiding all my knifes, maybe my guns as well?”

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&&.hcnei:

standing back upright, selena shook herself out after inhaling the last line of white powder she’d set out. too much was going on right now, she had never wanted to walk in on another one of her homes destroyed – she couldn’t handle it without a little something extra. though what could she handle without it? 

 looking up, she noticed the other person automatically assuming the worst in what they were about to say ( insecurity perhaps ?? ). “ better think careful about what you’re going to say to me next,” she told them, pointing a finger as she wiped her nose. 

        He was exhausted. His body ached after days of neglect. After days of binge drinking and fighting guys who were sometimes almost head taller then him. Most people found their calm in the storm by going to the gym, reading a book or even talking to a friend. While Samuel on the other hand when everything seemed to be going down to hell fast he wouldn’t grab a book to calm himself down, nope of course not. He would rather grab his favorite vodka bottle and he would drink until he’d wake up few days later with little to no memory of the past few days. 

       This was the aftermath. He looked like shit and felt even worse as he entered the hideout. He didn’t even bother with the single person sitting there until she spoke out. “Are you threatening me?” He questioned her. His brow arching up. He really couldn’t care any less what she had been doing when he entered the room, but the way she spoke to him made him both want to feel sorry for her and made him want to make her feel sorry for daring to speak to him like that. With a huff of a breath he sad down on the other end of the couch, closing his eyes for a moment. 

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&&decoyeds:

❝ — you can’t stop me !! i’m going to get my baby, end of d i s c u s s i o n !! ❞

        “Is that fuckin’ car really worth getting yourself hurt or even killed?? Forget about it!! I’ll buy you another one the second we get out of this damn neighborhood.”