#slcwlife

↪ meme ; ( accepting )

🔎 = investigating ;

hoNestly ? like an angstier version of Sherlock Holmes. he’s no !!! Pro but studying people/things ??? ?? definitely a past time of jake’s & sometimes its a NEED, ,,,,, , esPECIALLY when someONE or someTHING interests him ; but he’s very subtle about it,, , v e r y fuckin’ SLICK. would never ask questions,. ‘cause he can Easily pick shit up w/ his eyes. probably wouldn’t ADMIT he enjoys it as much as reading or drinking either but it’s like a rush, , he gets HIGH off it. would ! be ! the guy to go to if you lost your keys ; 10/10 would know where to find them.

💣= explosives ;

unTIL,,, , Recently ( just ‘bout after the raider attack ) jake honestly didn’t know DICK about explosives ,. like. …… …… .. as a chemist before the outbreak, ,, he knew which chemicals could create explosives/were danger !! , ,,,, , but actually making them? ??? ? #RealLife explosives that could eXpLo d E??? nope, nada ; thought it a little too dangerous to mess w/ tbH. he began tampering w/ ‘em… .or at least the ideA? ? around the month before the fall of his camp at the medical center & since then has gotten braver ( dumber ) w/ experimenting ‘cause truTHishly?? ? he’s still PISSED about losing his camp ; the attack definitely worked as a MOTIVATOR. i would say he’s gotten better,, ,knows a little more than he had.. .. ……. .though…… ….. .i mean, he’s not an EXPERT or anything  but homeboy hasn’t blown himself up yet so ( nOT that that isn’t a possibility ).

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☃: for a holiday-centric voicemail ! 

[ VOICEMAIL SENT TO ‘ meu cori ’ @ 12:12 PM ]

❝ christmas is in two days and i was wondering if you were, by ANY chance, planning on celebrating this heavily commercialized holiday?? and if you wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow… tomorrow night… my family is insisting so here i am, ASKING, because i’m obviously better than them… but i told them that you’re probably visiting your own… so, if you’re not… it’d be cool if you, uhm, went…?? i promise they’ll all speak english this time — except for my nonna. she will continue to call you handsome in italian if she has to until you get tired of it — and if you do, please tell me so i can finally tell her to stop. but christmas is in two days and i haven’t seen you in FIVE and i HAVE to see you. mainly because i MISS you… like any normal person would and also because six months ago, i dragged kinsley to find you a christmas present so… uhm, i’d really love to give that to you…?? anyways… sorry i called and left this stupid voicemail, i didn’t… think it would fit in a text. bye!! i — ❞

Send me a “📱” and I will answer the following:

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?[ sent ] hector[ sent ] hector you need to stop.[ sent ] i’m going to delete my facebook if you don’t stop sending me farmville requests[ sent ] i literally do not care about your corn crops           and no, callum doesn’t have a facebook…[ sent ] OH MY GOD. DID YOU JUST TEXT CALLUM AND ASK HIM TO MAKE A FACEBOOK EXPLICITLY FOR FARMVILLE??

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?[ undeliverable ] thanks for helping me move. it’s been a long time since either callum or i have had a creepy, weird father figure in our lives.[ undeliverable ] okay, but can you please come to the hospital dressed as iron man? the resemblance is uncanny.[ undeliverable ] please…think of the children.[ undeliverable ] damn it!! none of these sent!![ undeliverable ] i have got to stop trying to text people on my breaks at work.

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?( x )

What my muse saved your number as?Robert Frowney Jr.

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?( x )

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?Her default ringtone which is the x-files theme.

How many times my muse has called yours in one week?She has to call him once a week to assure him that none of her patients killed her.

“Is this a fucking date?” Nadja snickered, ragged thumbnail tearing up the filter of her cigarette as she flicked the ash–arm resting outside of the car window. Gibson’s nose wrinkled in distaste, but he knew arguing with her about it would be moot.

“Flattered. Charming to someone…else. Largely inaccurate.” The even tone was almost inaudible over the sound of the freeway and her obnoxious taste in music. The reaction she’d gotten from him was satisfying to Nadja–what she’d expected. Fucking with Gibson was fun for two reasons: one, he was so fucking literal, and two, it bugged him somewhat but not so much that he wasn’t a good sport about it. He had to know his own personality was difficult for others to tolerate as well. Perhaps that was why the unlikely pair were friends.

Nadja pulled into the parking lot to the aquarium and the two exited the car. The long drive necessitated a stretch and so Nadja, smoke still in mouth, interlaced her fingers and stretched her palms to the sky leaning to one side and then the other. 

“Fuck, man. It’s actually hot here today.” Sweat was already beginning to bead up; the polyester lining of her black leather jacket stuck to her skin.

“This is why I check the NOAA website before leaving to somewhere with a weather pattern that is unfamiliar to me.” Gibson said simply, comfortably dressed according to the climate around him.

“And you didn’t think to share that fucking information with me?” Nadja sneered, peeling off her leather jacket and tossing it in the car haphazardly. Gibson shrugged with an apathetic look on his face.

“We have an average time of 8.7 minutes per exhibit before lunch.” It was a statement, but Nadja knew what it really meant was hurry your fucking ass up. 

“Alright, alright. But you’re paying.” Nadja side-eyed him as their pace equaled out so that they were walking shoulder to shoulder. “For being such an asshole.”

“Inaccurate.” Gibson spoke softly, staring ahead at the ticket kiosk. “My paying for the aquarium tickets offsets the cost of gas in your fuel inefficient muscle car. I believe that the purpose of those cars is…overcompensation.” A small smile crept onto his face.

“You’re still an asshole, Gibs.” Nadja laughed.

Despite the hot weather, the aquarium was not heavily occupied. An advantage of going after Labor Day, when most fucking brats were in school. Some group of homeschool kids had the misfortune of falling in line next to them and after too many profanities, requests for Nadja to put her cigarette out, and attempts on Gibson’s part to inform the family how incredibly asinine and incorrect their information on marine life was, the family sped up ahead of them. It was just as well, though both seemed to have been having a pretty great time fucking with them. 

“Fuck yes!” Nadja shouted, climbing over the barrier and pressing her face up against the shark tank. “I love the sharks.”

“Unsurprising. Predators seem to like predators.” Gibson cleared his throat and began lecturing her on the evolutionary biology of the nurse shark as they walked through the tunnel with the sharks all around them.

“Why don’t they have any fuckin’ Jaws sharks?” Nadja interjected every so often until they exited and found the megalodon jaw photo opportunity. Pulling him along, Nadja shoved her camera into the unsuspecting hands of a man occupied helping his child tie their shoes. “Take our fucking picture at the Jaws jaws. Now.”

“Nadja–” Gibson insisted as she pulled him into the jaws. “Jaws was a Carcharodon carcharias not a Carcharodon megalodon.” Nadja rolled her eyes and elbowed him until he posed ‘properly’ for the photo with her–a fake look of shock on his face as she held her hands over his face also like the jaws of a shark, which Gibson thought made even less sense and bared her teeth.

The next time Gibson was roped into another adventure with his interesting and impulsive friend, he slid into the passenger’s seat and listened as she rambled about the ‘horrible fucking drivers’ out that day. It was maybe five blocks before the sun got in his eyes to the point it was unbearable and he pulled down the visor to shade them. Slid inside next to the mirror and held in place with a Sex Pistols button was the photo of them in the jaws of the ‘Jaws Shark’.