grown man btw

sneezes, thick swallow. he knew he shouldn'ta let walton cough all over him.

* 'nother day goin through jojamart's dumpsters lookin for cool shit they can use. so far it's been can after can of that fizzy soda battery acid . . who's even drinking all this?

fixing red lanterns up around town.

/ putting the cunt in country boys

/ go into the night sweet prince

i've fucking had it

i miss you, and i will always miss you. but i cannot live like that... and it seems you cannot live any other way.

yer good at baking, beekeeper. that's all.

i got a paper clip that'll disagree with you there.

like that's gonna stop me.

strewth, that ship's already sailed.

scraps? bullshit. she just likes me more than you.

piece of fruit. quiet branch. breeze.

⠀ ⠀⠀ @pollenkeep.bsky.social ⠀

who's makin these yanks meow . .

i was here first, mate. finders keepers.

bloody mutt keeps watchin me through the fence.

oh, it's easy ta miss little pests. sometimes they're right there in plain sight and nobody can tell.

⠀ ⠀⠀ @stonecoldloner.bsky.social ⠀

either do something about it or get outta my face.

yeah?

where the hell is his fuck cunt brother . .

/

'course you did.

spits.

i said, do it fast.

/ you're a big boy now ☹️☹️ no more daddy's little boy ☹️☹️☹️☹️

with the sun hesitating to peek over the horizon, for once the town is deathly quiet save for the odd bird call, her footsteps, and two pairs of heavy black boots scuffing over town square cobbles. the fitzroy holding a jingling toolbox nods. "mornin'."

/ I MISS THE TWINS

⠀ ⠀⠀mouth tugging into a reluctant ⠀⠀smile. eyerolllll. ⠀

awe, is that a tear? ( cue fake sniffling while his right hand rubs his brother's perfectly dry left eye. ) don't ya worry, mate, i'm not leavin' ya anytime soon. ya can stop with the sappy shit.

just 'cause he steals sweet treats on the regular don't mean they're friends. he clicks his tongue, whistling high and piercing —— sure enough, meadow comes running. will stands back and lets her wake him up.

nothing but his heavy black coat and a flask of watery coffee to beat back the cold this dreary morning.

awake, but comforted by the symphony of walton's snoring. good night.⠀⠀⠀⠀*𓅓

⠀ @fitzroytwin.bsky.social ⠀

his show is on

so he wasn't lying about having nothing to do, ay? squatting down in front of him. so many options to pick from.

/ will being a big tough grown ass man and he likes to be called boy, son, kid, etc. i'll never get over him

/ wasn't able to find a gif of butcher in a fight what's the point

/ i see. much to think about

( the skip of silence stretches longer than she's let it before. feeling apprehensive, will picks up the spanner and starts poking around aimlessly. ) you don't even know me. ( said after a sigh so that it comes out thin and breathless. she's made an

"doubt it." but he draws closer anyway, peering into the pot and the rich, toffee-brown shards that glimmer at the bottom. "all that nasty surplus. s'pose i can take some off yer hands, if you really need."

i don't know why but i just got the urge to cuss someone out

his mouth twitches at the apron but he barely looks at it, instead drawn to that face that has become so familiar. "yer fixin' up to be a nice little housewife." will drops the promised bouquet on the small wooden table by alexei's kitchen —— if you