"Queen and Country," My Cockhead.
+ aw-hawkeye-no

What in god’s name are you wearing?

How's the baby?

thestorytellerrichardbrook:

bossmademestartablog:

thestorytellerrichardbrook:

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?"

"I’ll get you one, what size are you?"

"That’s the thing.  It won’t fit around the sides if you get an extra-large, but it won’t fit my torso if you get a medium.  Don’t worry about the sweater.  These are the woes of a man who ate his spinach growing up."

"It’s okay if it’s a little baggy. Fluffy jumpers aren’t meant to fit perfectly. If it really bothers you so much, I c-can get the sewing kit out and take it in."

"Please be manlier than that."

moriartystailor:

bossmademestartablog:

moriartystailor:

moriartystailor:

bossmademestartablog:

miss me

moriartystailor:

Actually, receiving cunnlingus made her very uncomfortable.

"You don’t have to - ," she broke off and sighed. "Let’s just go, yeah? I’ll accept looking less than my best."

“That’s the spirit, sweetheart.” He…

Riding on a motorcycle, feeling her hair flying around, the feeling of power between her legs. Sebastian obeyed a disappointing number of traffic laws, but she supposed he couldn’t just run people over.

Breaking traffic laws would have been bad for a man who was already carrying a gun and who was also slightly drunk. Sebastian figured it would be best to keep a low profile until his recent arrest for a bar fight blew over, too.

They reached the billiards hall and he parked the bike.

"Right. We’re here."

She climbed off and pushed back her hair, getting it out of her face. Morgan hadn’t been to a place like this in years. She smiled at Sebastian, a genuine smile, and followed him.

Sebastian gave a brief smile in return and held the door for MK. The feeling of her arms around his torso lingered.

"Après vous."

hermitgraverobber:

bossmademestartablog:

hermitgraverobber:

bossmademestartablog:

hermitgraverobber:

hermitgraverobber:

bossmademestartablog:

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.’"

trash-king:

meaniemikan:

trash-king:

when none of ur internet friends are online

timezoned again

clockblocked

FUCK

sadistsherlock:

bossmademestartablog:

sadistsherlock:

bossmademestartablog is a lame-o

HEY

shut up…

Nope. Make me. Be-yotch. Oh wait. You can’t. You’re all sleeeeepy

Guess who’s sleepy now..

sadistsherlock:

bossmademestartablog is a lame-o

HEY

shut up…

angelamongdemons:

things that need to happen: A God roleplay account with Kanye West as the FC

LOL