#devilofatime

Strata decided to go out, but only after he knew he reached a dead end. The sources he could find for this...GMO project were just not credible enough. Farmers have been making GMOs since the beginning of agriculture. Everyone is supposed to know that. Why is it such a big fuss? Because it isn’t understood?

So, Maverick went to a tavern. He like to be in the vicinity of people. Maverick brought a book. He didn’t particularly like to talk to people. Not when he’d spent a day getting dud after hippie dud to talk to him. He ordered burbon and settled in. For now, his arm simply rested on the book. The reporter took a long draw from the glass and looked around for a non-smoking sign.

After he didn’t see one, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and lit it up. As his eyes scanned the room, they settled on a conversation between a pair of people. Hushed. Must be personal. Or a conspiracy. 

Maverick knew better. He stopped staring and watched the bartender as he finished his cigarette. At least there’s one place where you can still smoke. Another drink, then he pulled the book from under his arm and began reading. 

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 “It’s not my fault you can’t figure out how to operate      your own two feet.” It’s a teasing remark, light and      lacking scorn, and he clutches her hand tightly as      she leans upon him for balance and sorts out her      gown. One unfortunate turn on the dance floor and      her skirts had ended up wrapped around her ankles.      It’s eventual, but no less amusing to him.      “If you can’t bear another step, I wouldn’t be opposed       to helping ourselves to the liquor.”

(  they duck their head down, watching the other carefully.  )

my opinion on;

character in general:  bruh okay can I just point out how much i love your char he’s so dope and ugh your WRITING YOUR WRITING- it’s another topic hold it.. but omfg and he probs can play Pandora so well I just love your char okay because I was expecting one of those like “hur dur i’m the devil blablabla im OP as hell, nothing beats me” but NO how they play them: man your writing can I jus t- i CAN’T OKAY IT’S AMAIGNA adnd and omg. and you do the fancy html thing and yet you don’t whine that i don’t do the same. but dude. dude. you. the mun: I think you’re probably a sweetheart but tbh idk bc we don’t talk much, we should tho, we should. omg. and you always send me asks omgmog♥

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them:  yes omgwant to rp with them: yes?? more??ship their character with mine: yes

what is my;

it’s lovely! would you mind if I made a thread out of it?

the costume department needed to be shot, man. THOSE ARE LIKE GOLF PANTS.

THEY DO KINDA LOOK LIKE GOLF PANTS

romeocomplex replied to your post “and here we have a rare picture of isaac piper in his weird punk phase”

I LOVE AARON TVEIT IN HIS FIERO LOOKS bye