"Queen and Country," My Cockhead.
rraaaarrl:

No!

Not Guilty. They found him not guilty. No defence, and Moriarty’s walked free.

Not Guilty. They found him not guilty. No defence, and Moriarty’s walked free.

stxrmmxge:

Do me a favor?

Reblog this if you either interact with OCs, or you at least give them a role-playing chance instead of just turning them away completely.

Munday!

Munday!

hermitgraverobber:

bossmademestartablog:

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hermitgraverobber:

Alex put it down and wiped his face with his sleeve. “… Are you a lightweight?”

Sebastian pulled the drink away from Alex.

"No. I’ve buillt a tolerance. Why am I drinking with you?"

"You gave me money a-and then you…

"You’re silly…" Alex chuckled and waved his fingers at his drink. "I don’t steal from them… Their families leave those things there."

"Their families, then. It’s not right, mate."

"But they abandon them." Alex replied with a small pout. "What are you drinking?"

"Gin. They’re not abandoning them. They’re burying them in fineries because it’s odd to watch them rot."

"Fineries mean nothing when bugs crawl inside you…" Alex mumbled with a stubborn frown. "Can I have some more of that..?"

"One sip; build a tolerance You shouldn’t steal from dead people. It’s called ‘looting.’"

Alex took a sip and tried to get used to the taste. “I… I can’t stop, really. I need money for food…”

"Get a normal job. Why not?"

"I tried and I can’t do a normal job." Alex mumbled with a frown as he
got a straw to drink with.

"Horse shit. What jobs did you try?"

"A few stores… and a restaurant near my house." Alex mumbled as he started drinking from the straw.

Sebastian scoffed. “And how exactly did you bungle those golden opportunities?”

How's the baby?

thestorytellerrichardbrook:

bossmademestartablog:

thestorytellerrichardbrook:

"She’s wonderful!" Richard smiled, "She’s nearly talking. She’s got h-her own little words for things. She knows h-her own name, too, I think. Um, it’s hard though, looking after her sometimes. Babies a-are a lot of work." he tilted his head, "How are y-you going?"

"Yeah. Now I wanna hear you talk about bear attacks and the army."

"O-okay… um, bear attacks are terrifying but I’m a man, so I wouldn’t let myself get mauled horrifically. One time I was in the army and a guy shot my eye out so I killed one of the enemy soldiers nearby and performed an eye transplant surgery right on the battlefield and so now my left eye is the eye of my enemy. Now, I’m thinking your jumper should have something cute on the front. Maybe an S for Sebastian? Or a little kitty cat? Or some patterns, maybe?"

"I’ll take an S. And lying doesn’t make you manly."

hermitgraverobber:

bossmademestartablog:

hermitgraverobber:

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Alex put it down and wiped his face with his sleeve. “… Are you a lightweight?”

Sebastian pulled the drink away from Alex.

"No. I’ve buillt a tolerance. Why am I drinking with you?"

"You gave me money a-and then you…

"You’re silly…" Alex chuckled and waved his fingers at his drink. "I don’t steal from them… Their families leave those things there."

"Their families, then. It’s not right, mate."

"But they abandon them." Alex replied with a small pout. "What are you drinking?"

"Gin. They’re not abandoning them. They’re burying them in fineries because it’s odd to watch them rot."

"Fineries mean nothing when bugs crawl inside you…" Alex mumbled with a stubborn frown. "Can I have some more of that..?"

"One sip; build a tolerance You shouldn’t steal from dead people. It’s called ‘looting.’"

Alex took a sip and tried to get used to the taste. “I… I can’t stop, really. I need money for food…”

"Get a normal job. Why not?"

"I tried and I can’t do a normal job." Alex mumbled with a frown as he
got a straw to drink with.

"Horse shit. What jobs did you try?"

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I got new glasses