might fuck around and….. get back into my every ep gifset series 0.0
update i’ve decided imma commit and eventually gif every ep of this show wow its only gonna take me 85 years and ill probably get a total of -4 reblogs but WHATEVS
“I’ve got notebooks full of misshapen words I’ll never speak them anymore Ten years from now, you won’t know my name Throw the microphone down on the floor Put the guitar, guitar, one time Through the speaker, splintered, broken Throw the horns down, one time, horns down Smash them, break them, break up
See the flames begin to crawl, upward Taste the anguish as they fall, unheard Hear the record start to skip, unsung Feel the weight that sunk the ship, so young
The crowds recoil, demand our survival Fists in the air, mouths caked with saliva But you are the one, the spark that was spawned Who picks up the pieces, and passes it on”
I am open for commissions, I recently redid my website, so might as well make it official. I have some new offerings as well. (Including vtuber models!)
No current slot limits, as I’ve been off the map a while and unsure interest levels. I’ll update if that changes. All information is located on my site below, I’ll also drop a new sample down there:
If you need to contact me, it’s best to do so through the means listed on my site above. I don’t check tumblr as much as I used to. I look forward to working with you <3
I may as well make my commission opening official. Please refer to the carrd linked above for more information As stated in my previous rambly post, I’m mostly on twitter now, so messaging me here may not be the best!
They should force abortion opponents to watch Dr. Pimple Popper videos, to see what “comparable biomass” actually looks like. Or make this human right a dermatological procedure “occasionally requiring light sedation.”
At some point we, as a society, are going to have to reckon with the fact that “took a tour to see the stars but they weren’t out tonight/so I wished hard on a Chinese Satellite” is basically the same as “can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now” but yall aren’t ready to hear that.
As Rory stepped into the Siren that night, he was well aware of the stares and whispers that followed behind him like shadows. He’d practically disappeared for the past few weeks; it only made sense for people to be surprised at this sudden, unannounced return to civilization. It wasn’t as though he was just some nobody, either. He was influential - some would say infamous - and easily recognizable to most of the Siren’s regular customers.
But he wasn’t worried. Tonight was about being recognized, being seen. He needed word to spread that Rory Alfonso was alive and well, that he was just the same as ever. He needed people to know who he was and what he had to offer. And as for the scars and faded bruises that marred his once-perfect skin? Well, he had methods for explaining those away.
The bartender was familiar to him, and only a couple of words needed to be exchanged before he was given his regular drink - a Southside - and left to his own devices. Glancing up and down the bar, he scanned the room for faces: interesting ones, ones that he knew, ones that he figured he ought to get to know. Now, more than ever, he needed people on his side. That was the only way he’d ever get back at Sandy for what he’d done.
Sandy wasn’t known of laying low, but he knew when it was best to keep quiet, which was precisely what he’d been doing for the past few months. It was funny how things could change in such a short time. Back in February, he’d been the talk of the town. He had more business than he knew what to do with, and more lovers than his body could keep up with…almost. But since then, things had changed, and Sandy had turned into a social recluse. Business was still going well, but Sandy McKenzie was a hard man to find now. Unless he wanted you to find him.
But that all was about to change. He’d had enough of keeping his head down, of acting like he’d been bested. He might have been down, but he was far from out, and all of fucking Chicago would know it. So after work, he’d gotten dressed for a night on the town. Obviously The Stingray was out of the question, but The Stingray wasn’t the only decent club in town, was it?
Taking a last look at his reflection in a mirror hanging in the hall, Sandy – closely followed by his guard – was just on his way out the door when he stopped short.
Rory Alfonso was sitting at his goddamn bar like he owned the place.
His night on the town would have to wait for just a little bit.
Instructing his guard to stay put, Sandy walked over to where Rory sat, a smile plastered to his face. He’d been meaning to call Rory in anyway, so why not get their business out of the way first? Speaking to the bartender for a moment, Sandy ordered himself a scotch before taking a seat beside the loathsome man.
It was reassuring to take in his visage. Still bruised from their last encounter, Sandy couldn’t help smiling a little bit more.
“Rory, what a pleasant surprise. I’d been wondering where you’d gotten off to.”
3lbs of gold, 3,300 diamonds, additional precious stones, all on an alligator leather strap. This weekend (Aug. 26th, 2017), Floyd Mayweather and Conor McGregor will be fighting for the “Money Belt”.
