move.

     ❝ — evidently.                  it’s pretty cool, to be honest. impressive, really. ❞

                                    " thanks, man. what's your trick again? "

                 ’ is that all you’re here for. ’  

                        " basically. the big things are                         made up of the little things, you                         know. "

KackJennedy aka Jack Kennedy (USA) - Heart Cooks Brain, 2013    Drawings

Sofian Albert

                       Regina wanted to correct him to “Mayor,” but that wasn’t                 her title to claim anymore. She swallowed the urge and said,                 ❝ Thank you. It is, isn’t it? ❞ Cars were one of the things Regina                 had never taken a close interest in, but she was proud of the                 Mercedes. She couldn’t blame him for admiring it.

                          " yeah -- there aren't many cars around here like it. " 

‘ well, now that you mention it, that suit needs ironing.   why don’t you strip down and I’ll have someone take   care of it for you? ’

             "  ------- so you weren't joking about the 'cutie' thing, then. "

(☾☆) — His son was with a sitter so he went to a bar during his night off of parenting. As always Rose kept to himself as he often did, not giving the other patrons much attention other than the occasion glance. This one he simply couldn’t ignore though. A smile grew on his expression as he waved to the fellow personification until their attention was caught. The empty seat beside him is motioned to before he speaks. ❝Fancy seeing you here.❞

         " we can't all start hanging out in the same places. "

           it has already been much of a long day for             this one … more  like a long (new) life. the evolution of            one’s essence can be like that,  rought at all instances            during the first few— what, millenia? hard to tell, really.            and   reagan   has  only   been  around   as  the  living            embodiment of  rage for not near that long. most days            feel like constant  trials. to see if he’s  good enough to            carry the weight of such never ending, strong emotion            within his  own  body. to see  if  he can  deal  with  the            nature of  ever boiling  blood, and  the heat  that  asks             him to become temporarily insance from time to time.                                 the berserker enjoys the savage part, of course. it’s                                 the  feelings he’s  not  quite used to … in  a bad day,                                 like — today, for example, they are unbearable.            ❛ You’re in my fucking way, halfwit. ❜     and what is the            best cure for a bad day?  Naturally, picking  on random            fights, with the first stranger to cross his path.

                           " then adapt & go around me, asswipe. "

Russ Mills (b. 1952, Ripon, Yorkshire, UK) - Tardelli, 2014      Paintings

                  ❝ Throwing stuff at you makes                       you shut up quicker, anyway. ❞

                              impulse bent down to pick up the projectile                               that had just hit him in the head, & launched                               it back at her. 

' hey hey cutie pie. is there   something I can help you with? ’

                              " not particularly --                                              unless you think i need help. "