#jaegerstrom

[jaegerstrom]

[iraxwolfe]

Boozy Call || Ira/Jam

Ira: [The phone doesn't need to ring twice; it's picked up by the end of the first tone, expecting the commanded call. Before either party on the other end can begin, the grandfather's voice snaps through the speaker.] What were you thinking with that debacle of a trip you took my grandchild on?

[dom-horatio-md]

⌘

Send me a ⌘ to hear what my muse’s last words to yours would be. 

Scenario #1

Fuck. Didn’t want to fucking die with ya hovering over me like this sorta shit. Ugliest goddamn angel ever saw if already gone. [Half-smile is given to his friend, contradicting the foul words, before there’s a serious look.] Don’t tell mum bout this. Won’t ever know the difference, anyhow. Never getting the hell out of where she’s at. After all this shit, go have one for me with the amazon ginger, yeah? Have any sort of sodding weep over this, come right back to choke your bleeding tears back down your scrawny throat. 

[A moment is taken, forehead creasing horribly before an empty bark of a laugh is given.] Christ.. Never was fucking scared of shit.. but don’t want this. ...Don’t want to see where she wound up in. Taking her own life like she did.. doesn’t save her a seat on a goddamn cloud up there, does it? ...Find out one way or another, could be headed down with her. ..Couldn’t be that bad, eh?

Scenario 2

OY! Having myself a go at that psycho bitch just met. Don’t get your knickers in a wad when don’t get back before noon tomorrow. Catch the way she twirled that knife tween her fingers? Be having her do that soon as she’s dropped on her knees.

[viggowolfe-cain]

Text: Yo, bro. I can still bring a date, right?

Text: Please, don't take this the wrong way, but you have a date? This is exciting. You're more than welcome to bring whomever you like, Jaeger, you know this. What's their name?  

[adelaideemerson-blog]

PM: Aw, man. And here I thought you found that out from "Pacific Rim".

PM: Great movie, but Jaeger came into my life before "Pacific Rim".

[saschaxlord]

Text: Well, you and Karen Gillan do look alike. It's a good thing. Wait, what do you mean? What did you say to fucktard?

Text: Really? I don't see it, but I'll take your word for it! Dont laugh, okay? I had some wine, I blame that because this is stupid, but I just said that you're like a doctor because you basically prescribe a type of medicine as a bartender and take care of people's needs. So, I added that you took care of mine, and he got this really silly look on his face.

[submaisyb]

Got any plans for dressing up and trick-or-treating for that day?

I'm not sure yet! I do love getting all dressed up though.

[dom-horatio-md]

☟

Send me ☟ for my muse to turn back into their younger self, with only the memories that lead up to that age.

In the kitchen of the Hull residence, latest renovations seem to date to the 1980s, where modern-day conveniences includes faux woodgrain decorating counter edges, ranges, and have matching cabinet handles. There’s an oven that occasionally works, stovetop that’s showing its wear-and-tear, and then there’s the four year-old Horatio standing on the laminate surface with the drawers pulled out to show his makeshift stairs.

Clothes are oversized, indecency not realized, as the nude boy has his toes gripping to the counter while the tiny hands leave every door open in his search. Shelves are looked through, accidentally knocking things over to fall to the floor. A ceramic dish is one of the casualties, watching as the fragments form before his grey eyes.

“Oh, shit,” gets muttered before looking up to see Jaeger’s appearance, causing his face to change. “CUNT-TWAT!” is yelled fiercely, oblivious of the redundancy when the words fail to reach understanding. “Don’t look at my junk bits!”

In his determination, though, the young boy turns back to his search, grappling with the very top shelf until a bag of flour gets tipped over to spill over him.

“GRAH! GODDAMNIT!!”

A distraught expression shades the young face, head lowered to sweep the white dust out of his watering eyes. Disappointment fills him, failure, giving the other brunet a saddened look. The entire body is drenched in flour, making the pasty male even whiter with a deep frown curving against his face.

In the small and endearing voice, one thing is asked: “Make me parma-violets, cunt-twat?”

[viggowolfe-cain]

Text: Btw, if you're getting blue balls, masturbating will help. // Text: Thanks for the vote of confidence. This should be hella fun for all.

Text: I’m honestly not, and I will be deleting that one text right now. 

Text: It should. Thanks again for being there, throughout all of it. You were there from the very beginning, and now you’re going to be watching over our little one after our wedding. It doesn’t go much beyond that. I would have been hopeless without your advice, and being there in the darker times.

[emorylight]

PM: Do NOT mistake my posts for defending you because I was NOT. You're still a fucking psychopath and it sucks that a dog like Italo had you for an owner. I swear to God if Italo gets hurt, I'm holding you responsible! And if you lay a finger on my bro with whatever fucked up shit you have in mind at Angela's wedding, I still got my brass knuckle and pepperspray handy!

PM: Apologies, Mr. Strom, I am afraid I have no idea what these said posts were.  However, if they were in defense of my canine or Mr. Romo, then you have my sincere appreciation.  In regards to this brother of yours, I shall assume that you mean the one who is in residence at the estates, and not the one who shares your face or the one who has made a residence in Miami?  If it is the former, I must admit I am somewhat puzzled by these accusations.  It shall do you well to keep such weaponry away, Mr. Strom.  It would be a shame shall you be injured in the course of your attempt to assault.

[adelaideemerson-blog]

PM: Pretty kickass name you've got there, Adelaide.

PM: Yours ain't too shabby either, Jaeger. The J pronounced like Y?

[idriscainwolfe]

YOU ARE A SADISTIC, MANIPULATIVE, DIABOLICAL PIECE OF SHIT! AND SINCE YOU'RE CATHOLIC AND BELIEVE IN HELL, YOU SHOULD BE DAMNED TO THE THOUSANDTH CIRCLE OF HELL FOR ALL OF ETERNITY!!!!! HAPPY FUCKING EASTER TO YOU, ASSHOLE!

[Message is read, but Idris does not answer.  After all, there is no point to respond when every word has been stated with piercing validity and clarity.  Idris Cain does deserve all of this, and more.]

[saschaxlord]

Text: Oh, for fuck's sake! Tell me you've punched him at least? Shit, man. I'm really sorry. I totally forgot to tell you that he's got this thing for Amy Pond.

Text: Oh, he also thinks I look like her? And okay, that....does explain why he got this funny look when I may have compared you to a doctor.. On second thought, maybe I should be saying sorry instead? I think you may hear about that one for awhile.

[submaisyb]

Dude, that super scary thing is fucking hilarious.

Thanks! I thought it was too. Definitely my speed around Halloween.

[dom-horatio-md]

PM: What the hell, fucktard? Don't poke the psycho!

TL PM: Jesus fucking Christ. Slipping back into your goddamn rainbow snogging shit. Not gonna fuck him, you little shit. Mind your business. Why aren't you prodding the brains out of the ginger companion?

[viggowolfe-cain]

Text: Aha! That's implying you guys are gonna be having shitload of sex. May as well do your honeymoon right. // Text: Dude, you're doing a damn good job as a dad, you're a fucking natural at this.

Text: I'm remaining silent on this. We'll have a good time no matter what we do, and we'll bring back gifts.

Text: You're very kind, thanks. I appreciate it a lot. They're such an independent spirit, but I know you'll watch over them well.