#45auto

[unholywood]

“   ah,   vlákas.   ”       idiot.   they remark.   it is with concern.    their bruised,  sweat beaded features contort in discomfort  &  exertion.  bullets cascade,   the casings thudding dully in the silt-lifted train yard  &  occasionally recoiling on the half-buried tracks. a cacophony of death rattles exclaim of the live pair,   barely hinged maws  &  derelict self-control in moshing crowds [..]   inanition vies with them.

eyes roll,  gun-holstered as they overstep the  (twice)  corpses littering the ground  &  pull the machete from the sheathe on their back.  pointing forwards with a snap of fingers,   rex bounds in the direction of gus,   growling   &   incisor first into the shoulders of the hungry crowd.  following behind,  the blade cracks the first spine,  fluid retention gurgled out  &  is utilized that as leverage to peel them away. they're careful that these dips into decayed bone are shallow  (considering the questionably alive man beneath them). 

“  get up!   ”      eaten alive by thoughtless,  gnashing jaws  &  feral hands would not be the way to go.      open palmed,   they struck him across the arm as if to scold him.  it was panic,  but manifested as everything does;  frustration,  teetering  uninformed rage.     they did not offer a hand [..] pathing their way from him with heavy steps  &  disgruntled exclamations as they pull masticated rot from their leathers.  

there were more inside,  it was better to eradicate than allow the element of surprise to compromise them again,  or any other unfortunate souls to which the courier noticed now,  slumped in different areas of the train yard;  some picked clean,  some simply open chests  &  maggot-bidden.  the grimace is brief,  rex now baying towards the stairs,  ears flat  &  growling low;   a signal of that very sentiment. 

[cendrilons]

why does octane call you babe? from wraith

cindy blinks for a moment--- obviously not expecting small talk from wraith... but also not thinking she'd suddenly be so interested in octane's personal life.

" we're... fucking? " she says, not sarcastic but confused, " is... that okay? (...) i mean, i'd say i'd stop--- but i probably won't. "

[soulmissed]

@45auto

the boy kneels down, teddy bear hooked beneath bruised hands. (it was a plushie loved terribly. subtle rifts within stitches, golden brown fur tousled.)

he extends the bear toward quentin.

gentle encouragement: “ you can give kody a nice, big hug. ”

[k4rlsson]

"you’re one to talk." from meg thomas of @45auto ⛓️

"right,    so what are you going to do then,    meg?   throw a three pointer at it?    work on your fucking jump shot?"       nea scoffs,       "whatever talent you think you had back in the real world,    it doesn't matter here."       words like acid along their tongue,    𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒.    emotions are high during the trials,    but this one has taken a quick left turn.    in what feels like a matter of seconds,    𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕��� 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.    save for the artist and the sports girl.     at least nea thinks she did sports,    basketball,    she's heard.    they crouch down,    let out a huff as nerves begin to settle and rational thinking comes into play.       "━ jävlar.    i'm sorry,    okay?"

[daandov]

" keep an eye on the sky [ ... ] things are only going to get worse from here. "

@45auto - for voara

[erobret]

@45auto

❝ YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMNED GOOD REASON for walkin' in here . ❞ down went her glass of whiskey . crimson hues glanced up from the shadows of her hat . ❝ you're souring my good mood . ❞

[sequine]

@45auto : "welcome to the asshole club." ( brute and selina )

selina's chest swells with stiffness, unfazed by the sentiment. there are worse things to be called. "for some," they speak lowly, body perched in an awaiting stance as she peers down the vacant hall, keeping tight watch as brute clicks away. "this is a sport." a tool for self-righteous power; a way to pour filth and blood into a spirit burned with apathetic holes. she doesn't care enough to guess in which direction the masked man's conscience swings. it's all the same melting pot of wretched self-preservation. even on her part. "to me, i see it as means to an end."

a wishful statement, she knows. she was born into this. what would she even be outside of it, if she could ever choose? selina hears something then a squeak on the tiles, then another. clumped voices rumbling behind a bolted door. they've caught up to the duo, and they were not going to be pleased once they discover what selina and brute have done to infiltrate their compound. "time is short. you better hurry."

[crofter]

@45auto: ‘ dance with me. *

❛❛ i'm afraid that's not quite possible right now, alex. ❜❜ A TINGE OF ANNOYANCE: swims thick in a bed of deep tones, tongue found grazing the inside of her right cheek as she skims through today's mail, unaccustomed to & unfamiliar with the life of one who stays at home and allows herself to breathe. it's hardly a day off, but it's her first of the month and she finds it a nuisance every time it occurs. she's not entirely sure as to why it's implemented in presence, and if you were to ask her whose bright idea it was for lara croft to relax on a wednesday, she'd recognise just how blank her eyes may be when conjuring up a thought to accompany an answer. with a swift adjustment of her glasses upon the bridge of her nose, she slumps the mail onto her already cluttered desk & doesn't dare dignify the dancing man in her presence with so much as an acknowledgement with a short stare. INSTEAD! she mimics the mail she so effortlessly discarded to the side and slumps her own self onto her office chair, swinging it around for her legs to find the foundation of her desk - forget the dozen opened books and torn pages underneath the fabric of her leather pants, you wanted a relaxing lara: now read it and weep. hands lock together at the back of her head as she rests back, watching alex with a blank glare, an eyebrow propping up as the absent silence (that roars with a waltz of some sort - not really lara's taste) is ready to be interrupted.

❛❛ i'm positive i did give you a reason for your existence earlier today alex, didn't i? i believe i asked you for something, not for. . . [cue a heavy sigh, exaggerated to further her agenda] this. ❜❜

[unholywood]

after exhausted from a long day’s travel, gus rests his head on six’s shoulder.

you don't think about it much. but the quiet sets in between you both, your nose is running, eyes are watering & you're soaked with sweat from little exertion at all.

his head leans to your shoulder. you lean, in turn, side of your head propped against his as you process each inhale. your arm hurts. ᵯɏ ⱥɍᵯ ħᵾɍⱦꞩ. it could be described in more ways, nerve-striking agony from your shoulder to the rot of your arm. your own arrogance can't take moments like this away from you, yet. the still of someone else beside you. the sunsets glow seeks to warm your cold, shuddering bones— med-x can wait. can it??? can't it? one hand wipes the drip from their nose.

“ s'on your mind? ” subside me. talk [..] say anything. help me out of mine. this is your comfort. he subverts your impatience to deaden the nerves. you'll wait a while. they reach out, one hand clasping against the inside of his forearm in a grasp of reality & self-soothing gain.

[cendrilons]

my followers keep asking for you. looks like you'll have to take over my streaming channel at this rate. from octane

" oh, don't be jealous! " cindy preens, smugly (and playfully) so, " even all the love and adoration of your fans can't replace you. (mostly.) "

[soulmissed]

@45auto: i think i’m tired. from crow

memes, accepting

getting colder at night. crow was sick, chilled to the bone. and august made a desperate choice. (broke into someone’s car. heaped moth-eaten blankets across backseat.) the boy, huddling within passenger seat, turns toward crow.

his chestnut eyes soften. a hand nudges ratty blanket to crow’s chin. “ sleep. ” he whispers. “ i promise to be right here when you wake up. ”

[men-blocklist]

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[cordedarms]

Huge shout out to @flyguyflyfishin for send us pics of his BBG!👀🤣🤜🤛🙏 . . #BigBlackGlock #🤣 #glock #45auto #blackgunsmatter (at Corded Arms) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRIAWq-LQUo/?utm_medium=tumblr

[soulmissed]

@45auto: you’re funny. from crow ❤️

memes, accepting

his flashlight died. and in the eerie emptiness of night, auggie himself became nervous. (but he’d found an antidote. a joke.) laughter would chase away their fear. laughter would help them through tonight.

“ what do you give a sick bird? ” nose buried in hoodie. trying to maintain a straight face. the punchline still had to be spoken!

“ a tweetment. ”

[studio5150piercing]

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