Misguided Galahad

hannawolfcross asked: *cough* I'dactuallywannadoalotwithyou. I'dwannasuckyouoff or befuckedintothemattress or rideyouormaybeyoujustfuckmefrombehind. *cough* Y-Yeah...

*bites his lip, officially blushing red as a tomato*

hannawolfcross replied to your post: *cough* I’dasktosuckyouoff. *cough*

*cough* OrI’dasktorideyou. Maybedoggystyle. Orreallyjustanything. *cough*

O-oh…

hannawolfcross asked: *cough* I'dasktosuckyouoff. *cough*

*stiffens, turning very faintly pink* I, uh, I see… *hands cover lap, as inconspicuously as possible*

“Tell me how you would fuck me, anonymous or not. “

queenoftheneighborhood:

averyrook:

Rescue Mission

huntinhigh:

alwaysamarine:

misguidedgalahad:

The hunter looked over. “If she doesn’t, then the Marines aren’t doing a very good job training their people. And we’re going to go save another hunter, Jamie. Conrad. Turns out he’s been gone for days, and we didn’t realize. He’s alive, and we recently got his location from his emergency radio messages. And, considering Conrad might be injured and need help back, you really can’t afford to risk going alone, Worth. The pros of three guns and three sets of hands outweighs the risks of a slightly larger group. A group of people who are all trained, I might add.” The hunter shoulders his gun and small pack. “So, I’m ready to go when you are.”

“I’m ready.” Jamie turned and looked at Hart and the kid. “More than ready. Holy fucking shit that kid is hurting my ears. Let’s go. I wanna leave before anyone remembers that I offered to make some cookies.”

Worth shook his head and took his hat off the door slipping it on before he turned back to them, “Well? Yeh gonna keep bitchin’ or can we get goin’?” he didn’t give them time to answer, “No? Good, let’s go” he turned back towards the entrance of the warehouse mumbling something that might have been a series of quite creative curses, or just not in English.

The hunter rolled his eyes and gave his friend a light push as they headed out the door. “You’re just mad you aren’t getting your way.” He fell quiet as they reached the barrier. It had been quiet since the evacuees left, the monsters out on the streets realizing there was nothing left to go after. Bodies were still piled high around the edges, though, and they had to step carefully around, and make sure there wasn’t anything hiding among the dead bodies, waiting for humans to finally venture outside. The coast was clear, thankfully.

hannawolfcross asked: [Email] Okay.

He smiled and handed the phone back to Jamie. Seeing Hanna really had helped him. He hadn’t realized how much he just liked seeing the other’s face.

hannawolfcross asked: [Email] Okay. Please e-mail me when you make it back so that I know you're safe. Please?

[Email] Promise. If I don’t message you by this evening, you can send another email to check on me. But I think we should be back by then.

hannawolfcross asked: [Email] Hey. How're you doing? I can't help but worry about you and everyone else. I miss everyone. It's weird being away from all of you. I don't really like it, but I know it's necessary. I hope you're okay. Um. I hope this helps make your day better. I wanted to show you that I'm recovering. (Attached to the e-mail is a picture of Hanna, showing that he's in human form. His blue eyes shine as he smiles for the camera.)

[Email] That does make my day better. You have no idea. We found Conrad. Some bruises and cuts, but he managed to get himself somewhere safe and wait for us, so we’re all pretty much okay. We’re trying to get back now.

Anonymous asked: As you're flipping through radio channels, most of which are either dead air, static, or in another language, you pick up a woman's voice. "Something else was out there, it was like something out of one of those... horror movies or something!"

[[putting this a bit ahead of the RP, and assuming we have Conrad by now]]

Another roving pack—those monsters were getting smarter—forced the party into the remains of an old 90’s rock radio station as they tried to head back. They moved to the upper floors for a vantage point, and to test the equipment. Most of it was pretty foreign to the hunters, but the basic mechanics they could figure out. The hunter decided it might be worth his time to check through stations and listen for survivors.

He paused on the channel he found. “Hello?” He spoke into the headset he’d scrounged up. “Who is this?”

drachenleck:

*dirty thoughts*

[[why… do I suddenly desire selfcest make-outs?]]

(Source: b0rnt0d1e)

lesbiansandthelivingdead:

“I’m keeping her.”

“DEAL WITH IT!”

[[Applez have you seen this?]]

(Source: teaat2am)

fuckyeahgodfreygao:

(submission from idolsthatcopyukiss)

lightpinkcatnipple:

favorite

[[punk Monty and his gal Connie]]

(Source: screwedandtattoed)

[[thinking about those book things people got… and I can totally see Peter Pan being Pollyanna’s uncle.]]

sodoffyabuggers:

unnamedtrouble:

[[My hubby gave me a weird look for the noise this made me make, thanks a ton!!XD This is just getting better and better, Ooh, after the arc, we should have them start a new one. It shall be a PLAY. Mayhaps Hanna should be in charge of casting X3]]

((YOU’RE WELCOME.

But… a play?))

[[Hanna is Not a Play Director]]