▶    W A T S O N .

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“ Turns out my predecessor fancied himself a little, uh, what’d you call it again, five finger discount? Yeah. Found this in one of the locked desk drawers the other day. And of course it’s good ; proper Aberfeldy Scotch, this is. Bit of a shame, us drinking it this quick… Sod it. What should we drink to, then? —— Something other than your genitals this time. ”

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           ❛        ‘ATTA BOY–! and luckily for us we don’t have to WORRY about that asshole just, stashin’ all this away for his damn self anymore. nah, he ain’t taking NOTHING where he went, and thank SHIT for that. i like you better anyway, i said it from the start: this one is gonna be good. THIS ONE is gonna be… special. ‘nd boy do i love bein’ right about that kinda thing.
                                    to you, my good ole johnny boy–! to the good of the ‘cause, or whatever helps ya sleep at night. ❜

crimeblogger

’ please stop telling me about your fucks. ’ ( john is so tired, bones, he's So Tired™ )

FUCK SENTENCE STARTERS. |  NO LONGER ACCEPTING.
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       ❛         WELL EXCUSE THE SHIT .. outta me, john; i didn’t REALIZE all my sexy-ass stories were offending your sweet, innocent little BRITISH ears–! what’s the matter, man, you jealous–? finally starting to REALIZE what you’re missing out on while you’re knocking your dick together with that dude’s–? .. the shit’s his name again–? ❜  

▶    W A T S O N .

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“ Not exactly a short list, is it. Top you up? ”

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            ❛         DOCTOR, DOCTOR, i am a SICK MAN and i do believe you have GOT my cure–! yes, PUH-LEASE–!
                                    this is some good shit, too, ‘the hell you GET this from–? ❜

crimeblogger

" yeah, so... your singing voice? actually kind of shit. sorry, mate. "

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        ❛        YOU KNOW WHAT,  i don’t fucking appreciate your sour-puss, SHIT attitude right now, john–! that shit is just.. DRAGGING ME DOWN, so why don’t you just – fuck off and make yourself some damn tea, or WHATEVER you people do. go.. hook someone up with a band-aid, or jerk off to health videos or something.
                                            actually, your services are DISMISSED for the night, happy fuckin’ christmas, asshole. ❜

▶    W A T S O N .

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“ Spot of whisky never hurt anyone… ”

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          ❛       YOU GOT SOME SECRET  whiskey stash that i don’t KNOW about, doctor watson–? god damn, a man after my own heart, in fact – dare i say it, i almost just came in my fuckin’ pants.
                       so, whatcha got–? show me my present, brother, i GOTTA see this one. hell, depending on what it IS i might have to.. confiscate it, SOME of it. medical reasons. ❜

crimeblogger

@ im scurred

SEND ME ‘@’ FOR A RANDOMLY GENERATED STARTER. |  ACCEPTING.

       WRONG. 

                 it was  w r o n g . bitter, paste flavor thick upon the back of his tongue, burning like VENOM in his throat; but NOT the way scotch should burn. dare the head find a weightlessness in what grogginess it DOVE within, head first to  s w i m .

        there was a stumble in his step as he  r o s e from the seat, ebony-booted appendages fall HARD upon the earth, knees trembling with a gentle whimper beneath the mass they had grown naturally accustomed to.

( KING WITH HEAVY WIRE CROWN, THE SOUND OF STEEL AND WOOD FALL HEAVY UPON THE EARTH AS HIS QUEEN FALLS FROM THE FINGERS. ) 

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          ❛      WHAT THE F..UCK; WHAT THE .. shit–! what the FUCK was i..n tha-t.. drink did you f..UCKING DRUG ME, you fucking DRUGGED ME–! ❜  legs collapse at the middle, bringing heavy KING to his knees before the body meets with a heavy thud–! against hard floor.

                                                ❛ .. you m..otherfucker, i–.. i’m gonna….. you… ❜

        darkness. swathed like an infant in a cloak of black, though unconsciousness does not find him in acquiescence – a single attempt to SCRAMBLE is given before he succumbs, && falls into a quiet like  d e a t h ..

&& the GALLOWS shall await upon his waking.

▶    W A T S O N .

It’s not enough, you think. It’s not nearly enough, and you’re stalling, and he knows it.

A muscle jumps in your jaw as Negan’s words spill and spill and spill, the smallest form of resistance, of rebellion, but it’s useless, futile. You scavenge for him, stand guard for him, patch people up for him, you kill for him, Negan, you’re Negan. The occasional show of inner conflict isn’t a show of strength at all ; it’s entertainment. Because you’re his, and you both know it, body betraying you every time he walks into the room, standing to attention like the good little soldier you are before your mind catches up and recoils at how easy this comes to you. But it makes sense, doesn’t it? It makes perfect sense.

You needed a commanding officer before the world burned ; you need one even more now. The soldier who never came home from the war, and the warlord. If anyone can give you what you need, what makes you feel alive, it’s him.

So you press your lips together and stop fixing your gaze somewhere just beyond his shoulder, looking up at him instead.

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“ Your boys wouldn’t be able to tell proper medication from breath mints. Figured if I was going to get anything decent, I’d have to go and have a look for myself. It’s not much, but I’ll make it last. ”

It’s a victory, and you know it, and it’s making you feel a little reckless, a lot satisfied, and the corner of your mouth twitches. That can’t ever be helped, either.

“ Happy Christmas, eh? ”

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                 ❛       UH, HAPPY CHRISTMAS–? is THAT what you people say over there, HAPPY christmas–? je-sus CHRIST that is weird as shit, but i’ll fucking take it. and sorry if my people aren’t all registered pharmacists, DOC; but that, my good ole friend, my dear ole pal is what YOU are for, isn’t it–? and DAMN do you make right on it, that is why i like you so much. ❜

        MIRTH is a bubbling force, a broiling, boiling, FROTHING concoction stewing deep within some dark crevice of the monarch’s GUTS – though with a deep, heavy chuckle to rumble from the chest it doth BOIL OVER AND SPILL OUT–! gnawing gnarled teeth unto the corners of the WOLF’S jowls and tugging a grin harshly into bearded features. 

                           dark brows ascending, dare a single, gloved palm come to CLAP–! the ( soldier, doctor, asset ) hard upon the shoulder.

                                      ❛ oh boy, yes-SIR, i am GLAD to have found you, doctor watson. ❜

crimeblogger

" you're a bloody peacock, you are, d'you know that? "

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             well cock-a-fuckin’-doodle-doo, motherfucker.
crimeblogger

flops in here to properly tell you HAPPY BIRTHDAY instead of just giving your character an std in the im & wow there's a sentence i never thought i'd write THE POINT IS you're wonderful and amazing and lovely and the world is a better place for having you in it ♡♡♡

BONES TURNS A YEAR OLDER IDK. |  ACCEPTING.
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     THE FUCK YOU MEAN NO SEX FOR A FUCKING WEEK 

julietthotelwhiskey:

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ooc. i’ve had EASY STREET in my head all morning which is just… so many degrees of not okay i can’t even properly express how not okay it is // @sclvator

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you push me

"You see, Rick.. whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the NEW WORLD ORDER.
And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple, so, even if you're stupid -- which you MAY very well be, you can UNDERSTAND it. You ready?
Here goes.
PAY ATTENTION."

and push me

NEGAN.

Independent, Selective, Mutually Exclusive.
AMC based.
Triggering, violent content warning.
OC, AU && Crossover friendly.

and push me

Established April 4th, 2017.
As penned (poorly) by Bones.

PLEASE READ RULES BEFORE FOLLOWING.