𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓   𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐈,   𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐒   𝒗𝒂𝒏   𝐃𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍,   dependent   multi-muse   for   survivalrp   ╱   devised   and   treasured   by   frankie.

[ecrthling]

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“Well, get yourself some glasses. You probably need them. Maybe some hearing aids too,” Roman scoffed. “What’s so bad about me? I mean really. She needs something more than any dainty little whatever she probably wants to date.”

          he  arched  a  brow,  intently  observing  roman  for  a  moment.  “nothing...  nothing  to  an  extant—  but  you  can  sort  of  come  off  as  cocky.”  jo  shook  his  head,  raising  his  hands  to  surrender.  “listen,  i  don’t  know  but  if  you  hurt  her  in  any  way,  i  will  end  you.  you  hear  me?”

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“Tell me how you really feel, Letty. I don’t think I caught it.”

          letty  rolled  her  eyes.  “you  heard  me.  what  do  you  want  me  to  say,  roman?”

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“Surprisingly, I’m still kicking,” Roman replied, leaning in closer to her. “Guess we’re both disappointed, aren’t we?”

          “unfortunately,”  ayelet  responded.  without  flinching,  her  gaze  was  still  on  him  as  he  leaned  closer.  “and  nothing’s  going  to  change  that.”

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“Trying to? Look, with my charm? She’s going to be all over me. I know you see it too,” Roman laughed. “And I’m not changing a thing about me. It’s a take it or leave it situation  ——  and everybody takes it.” Apart from the fact that he was already divorced at this point, but he wasn’t going to mention that.

          just  thinking  about  his  sister  being  all  over  a  guy  made  him  cringe.  jonas  didn’t  react,  yet  he  shouldn’t.  “oh  yeah,  your  charm?  i’m  not  seeing  it,  brother.  it’s  nowhere  to  be  seen.”  the  man  acted  as  if  he  was  searching  around  for  it,  trying  to  pinpoint  its  exact  location.  he  laughed  and  shrugged.  “you're  confident  my  sister’s  going  to  take  you?  well,  i’m  not  the  praying  type  but  i  will—you  know,  pray  for  your  sanity.”

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

Well, look who it was. He completely ignored what she said, grinning at her. “Wow, didn’t know you still existed.”

          “thought  you’d  be  dead  by  now,”  she  blatantly  uttered,  ignoring  his  comment.  she  had  every  reason  to  have  left  him  out  of  the  blue.  ayelet  would  love  to  wipe  that  grin  off  of  his  face,  though.

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

Emeline nodded slowly. Things were a lot tougher back then. Things were miserable and dangerous, even over things that would seem like nothing these days. People were lucky to not have to worry. “Like what, Joey?”

          he  shrugged,  “like  taking  a  walk  at  the  boardwalk?  or  the  drive-by  theater?  maybe  get  your  mind  off  of  things  for  a  bit.”  joey  suggested.

[unbowedfm]

emortevita​:

“Well, I guess we will see in about an hour what kind of disaster, huh?” After the glasses clicked together, Noah drank his as if it were water and he was a very thirsty human. He tossed the empty glass in a used dishes bucket then looked back at his nephew. Noah burst with laughter at the look on Jo’s face, “Because it’s just so blue, right? C’mon, it wasn’t that bad.” Said the guy who couldn’t exactly taste it.

          “it  takes  an  hour?  an  hour.”  he  shook  his  head.  jo  was  wide-eyed  when  he  noticed  how  fast  his  uncle  chugged  the  drink.  words  wouldn’t  be  able  to  describe  the  burning  sensation  he  felt  down  his  throat.  he  observed  his  uncle  closely,  squinting  his  eyes  when  he’d  started  to  laugh.  a  nervous  chuckle  escaped  his  lips,  feeling  like  he’d  been  betrayed.  “what  do  you  mean  it  wasn’t  that  bad?  that  bad,  my  ass.  you’ve  clearly  lost  your  taste  buds,  no  offense.”  a  hand  was  on  placed  over  his  chest  for  a  while  before  he  inquired,  “what  was  in  your  drink,  uncle?”

[misfcrtunes]

“Up for a walk to the Blue Cave? I know the tide’s low for a bit, we could have some drinks.”

[unbowedfm]

          “think  you  have  me  mistaken  for  an  escort,  babe,  but  i’d  have  to  sadly  decline,”  ayelet’s  satirical  tone  was  evident;  humoring  herself  in  the  process  —  as  if  she  was  going  to  convince  her  to  go  for  a  walk  to  the  blue  cave  of  all  places.

[misfcrtunes]

“I need to drink until I can’t see just one of any person right now,” the hunter sighed. “I’ve really had it with this boring ass town.”

[unbowedfm]

          ayelet  recognized  the  other’s  voice  and  wished  she  hadn’t  chose  this  day  to  be  out  and  about.  she  wanted  to  walk  up  and  leave,  but  held  back.  “you  might  as  well  start  now;  go  ahead  —  in  this  boring  town,  that  isn’t  advised.”

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“He’s just making up for all the years we weren’t able to afford anything, even a last name,” Emeline informed, referring back to the days where they were peasants. “As far as I’m aware, they’re big. You know your uncle. The bigger the better.”

          there  was  a  soft  smile  on  his  face,  “life  was  a  little  tougher  back  then,  wasn’t  it?  and  that  makes  sense.”  jonas  threaded  a  hand  through  his  hair,  sighing.  “yup,  crystal  clear.  i’m  sure  the  girls  will  be  thrilled.”  just  now,  joey  wished  he  hadn’t  asked  and  knew  damn  well  he’d  have  to  act  surprised  with  them.  “you’ve  got  any  plans  later  on?”

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“Hell yeah it’s easy enough. It better be, I’m going to try to take your sister out for some drinks afterwards,” Roman laughed. “Thinks she likes men with tattoos? I know some Catholic girls get freaked out by it.”

          “and  you  best  believe  that  i  am  taking  your  word  for  it.”  jonas  paused  and  tried  to  process  what  roman  had  said.  he  cocked  his  eyebrow  and  soon  enough,  he  let  out  a  hearty  laugh.  “i  have  no  idea,  but  i  wish  you  the  best  of  luck  trying  to  convince  her  to  go  out.”  joey  truly  didn’t  know  what  his  mother’s  interests  were  so  he  shrugged  it  off...  but  it  sure  left  him  wondering.  “one  more  thing—just  don’t  be  a  dick  like  you  usually  are.”  he  pursed  his  lips  teasingly,  playfully  winking  at  him.

[ethanhunt-deactivated20230911]

Acting was the first time I had a positive identity, the first time I had done something that I suspected I might be good at. But every time I would have to go on stage—as soon as I heard the audience murmur—I would throw up. I blacked out, I literally didn’t have a thought in my head. I thought, ‘Maybe this is my body telling me that I can’t do this. But the idea of quitting was just so depressing. I mean, everybody around me said I had changed since I found this path. It made me come alive as a person. It was everything. I went into it obsessed, like my life was dependent on it, I did it for five shows, didn’t stumble on a word. It’s that moment that I was able to overcome that demon. Happy 41st Birthday, Joel Kinnaman! (November 25th, 1979)

[unbowedfm]

emortevita​:

“I don’t want you to see my secret recipe!” When he turned around, he raised his glass to Jonas and smiled. It probably wouldn’t taste as bad for Noah, he felt a little bit bad about that, but it wasn’t exactly his fault. “Well, I’m sure the worst it can do is sneak up on you and maybe make you forget your name for like five seconds?” Noah waited with his glass held out to his nephew for him to cheers, so they could take the drink at the same time.

          “a  secret  recipe  for  disaster,  maybe.”  jonas  joked  and  smiled  back,  raising  his  glass  to  the  other.  now,  he  didn’t  know  what  to  expect  with  the  blue  colored  alcohol  he  had  in  his  hand  and  is  doing  it  for  him.  “if  i  don’t  like  it,  i  might  disown  you.”  joey  quickly  clinked  their  glasses  together  and  cheered,  taking  a  swig  of  the  liquor.  he  looked  down  and  shuddered  as  he  swallowed  it.  “hell  no,”  he  mumbled  and  shook  his  head.  “why?”  his  voice  cracked  as  he  was  trying  to  talk.

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“Of course I have a plan. I always have a plan,” Roman insisted, although the truth was the complete opposite. “There are three of them, so. Should be easy enough, right?”

          jonas  bobbed  his  head  as  roman  spoke,  pinching  the  bridge  of  his  nose.  “sure  you  do.”  he  sighed  and  mentally  prepared  himself.  “three  lone  wolves  should  be—for  lack  of  a  better  term—  weak.  you  better  hope  it’s  easy  enough.” 

[unbowedfm]

misfcrtunes​:

“My boring ass? How about yours? You never want to actually hunt, do you?” Roman scoffed. “Look, I found a place right outside of town. In the forest. There’s some cabins and turns out there’s some lone wolves living there. What do you say  — we head there before the sun goes down?”

          jonas  shook  his  head,  laughing  as  roman  spoke.  “not  if  we  go  in  guns  blazing,  i  don’t—  but  if  you  have  a  plan,  sure.”  he  was  the  one  that  rarely  tagged  along  on  a  hunt  with  the  other  and  once  he  mentioned  lone  wolves,  he  cleared  his  throat,  stoic  as  ever.  the  man  checked  the  watch  on  his  wrist.  “all  right.  how  many  are  there?”

[misfcrtunes]

“I need to drink until I can’t see just one of any person right now,” the hunter sighed. “I’ve really had it with this boring ass town.”

[unbowedfm]

          “what’s  got  you  all  moody?”  jonas  inquired  the  hunter,  about  to  take  a  spoonful  bite  from  the  food  in  front  of  him.  “don’t  blame  the  town  for  your  boring  ass.”