warrior [►]

imma drop this lil list of the things i have to do cuz im an old nut who forgets his own name:

theme’s all out of whack. fix that. 

new playlist.

add max.

make icons. for everybody. cuz god hates me.

look for motivation to live and not run away to a secluded mountain where i’ll be eaten by wolves. 

‘tis i, your seasonal shitfest. i mean c’mon, y’all know me by now.  tbh it’d be a surprise if i’d stuck around for too long.

anyway, i decided to finish supernatural. this is prolly gonna be a shocker but my favorite character died. that’s rowena. sue me.  but given i’m probably incapable of writing her properly, i decided to go with the next best thing. and that’s max banes. he’s such a messed up bae. but yeah, anyhow. imma be adding him and focusing on him for a bit. 

43% Athlete

The Athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled. Staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them (as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either).

38% Caregiver

Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

19% Advocate

The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

stolen by: @hittcr

Aaron was fully prepared to use his dog, Roman, as a scapegoat here but instead of Matt pushing the issue– instead of having to deal with the man coming up with some pseudo-manipulative spiel to try and convince him into the car Matt walked back up to him with a soft smile; he offered an alternative idea that, honestly, had Aaron a bit surprised. 

He was used to hook-ups, you see. He was used to men doing what they thought was necessary, saying what they thought was necessary just so they could have that stolen moment away from the stress of their lives to find sexual gratification in the warmth of a stranger. That’s what Aaron wanted here– at least that’s what he thought he wanted. Now? Grabbing a bite to eat with Matt was starting to sound like an even better idea. 

Thankfully he had enough self-control not to blush like a complete idiot as the man lifted his hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.” Aaron mumbled in a moment of honesty which, of course, he tried to disguise as a flirtatious joke by chuckling softly as he offered the other a smirk of his own. “–and, now that I think about it, I left food out for my dog in case I stayed out late so I don’t have anything I need to run off too… basically, yeah, I could go for a bite to eat.”

“well, that’s definitely —— convenient.” matt chuckled. there was something about aaron, something he couldn’t quite decipher just yet, but he was sure he’d get eventually. he was planning on sticking around, after all.

he didn’t hesitate before taking aaron’s hand, fingers sliding between his own to loosely hold onto the other as they walked. 

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“– bug spray isn’t all that bad. it’s a little strong at first, but it reminds me of the great out doors. how can you not love it?”

     he’s glad he’s been through years of therapy now, figured out that these are warning signs. he’s learned that this isn’t him, really. it’s just a fleeting moment, if he treats it right. “i’m—” his head shakes, chin lowering, jaw tensing. “i don’t know. sorry.” his hand lifts from his lap, just to take his glass and sip from it. “i’m okay. i will be okay. i’m just…” words are failing him. how is he meant to explain this? “tired. out of it, i guess.” 

   that’s not the truth and it’s probably obvious, but there’s no easy way to tell matt that he simply doesn’t like himself today. “just maybe keep me company? i don’t think i should be alone right now…” 

    “What better thing could I have to be doing than talking to you? Of course, if you keep call me Eamsie again, this just might be short-lived.”  

♦ – ( @vvcrriors wanted a starter. )

                          The sky overhead being slowly consumed by darkness, grey clouds hanging heavy over the once sunny forecast. He wasn’t a man known to be one with nature, but he’s been in enough survival situations to know when things are about to turn sour. It seems his time at the park would be cut short, seeing as though the rain should start in about an hour. He wanted to be as far away from the thunderstorm as he could be. Turning towards the exit of the park, he made his hike back out. Most of the park visitors had parted, though he noticed one standing around, seemingly unfazed by the creeping storm.  ❝ It’s going to start pouring in an hour or so – lightening and all. You should probably get out of here. ❞

                     he always had a thing for the rain. ever since he was a kid, he could never stand the summer — all sticky clothes, and sweating like hell as soon as you stepped out of the shower...no, the summer was always a pain. in the winter, however, that was when he felt most at ease. it seemed like his mind would always clear up upon taking a simple walk — letting the cold wind numb his nose and sting at his cheeks. it usually led to one bitch of a cold, but it was worth it.