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Conversations in Cumbria: Part One

Sebastian: “Why don’t I just shoot them?”

Shinwell: “You can’t fire a gun into a fuckin’ lake, Seb.”

Sebastian: “It’d be a lot more efficient than watching you stand there for hours on end, not catching anything.”

Shinwell: “Maybe you should learn a bit of patience, then.”

Sebastian: “I was a fucking sniper; I’ve waited days for targets before.”

Shinwell: “Then why are you being so bloody annoying?”

Sebastian: “Because this is boring and I don’t even like fish.”

Shinwell: “You don’t like fish? What’s not to like?”

Sebastian: “They’re creepy little bug-eyed bastards.”

Shinwell: “…You are all kinds of fucked up.”

( okay, friends. let’s try this:
who of you would actually want to continue our threads from ages ago despite my being a massive failure as a roleplayer? could you like this if you’d like to keep going, just so i know which threads to drop? (also if you’d like to start interacting in the first place, so we can work something out?)
i’d love to force shinwell onto everyone, but i’m afraid i don’t have the energy to write things that won’t be relevant, anyway.
also hello, yes, i’ve missed you, too. maybe even missed this idiot. a little bit. )

Out of the Woods

tigersniper:

“No.”

“I wasn’t gonna-”

“Yes you were. No.”

Sebastian stopped poking at the fire long enough to look Shinwell up and down. The back of his canvas jacket was covered in grass stains and mud where he’d been lying on his back, using one of their bags as a pillow and dozing fitfully while Sebastian got the fire going. He stood a few metres away now, mostly hidden in the shadows of the surrounding trees.

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TITLE: Cold Turkey
ARTIST: John Lennon
PLAYED: 705 Plays

beatlesmut:

John’s screams at the end though…

mr. self destruct; (years ago, years ago)

It was the fourth night that had him genuinely horrified.

Sebastian had already been unbearable enough before that, of course. But up until then, it had indeed been mostly that: annoying. For everyone involved. Sebastian complained, whined, cursed, lashed out, snapped. Shinwell insulted him just as much, but forced both of them to remain at least marginally calm anyway, only to try and keep them from going insane. He didn’t regret taking him in, because it was painfully obvious that Sebastian had lost all will to fight for himself. But everything was incredibly tense. Under the circumstances, it didn’t take long to develop an intense hatred for each other and everything the other represented. Having to actually force Sebastian to stay hydrated alone had Shinwell frustrated to a point that left him absolutely sure he’d never, no way, even just consider having kids. He couldn’t leave the house without worrying what he might find upon his return.
But that, all of that, was still just child’s play compared to that fourth night.

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home is where the mash is;

All his arguing had been a complete waste of air in the end: They were going. Sebastian was going to meet his family. Well, shit.

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shinwelljohnson:

( tiny psa:

i’ll be scarce for about a week, because my little sister and i are going to vienna for her birthday. sweet sixteen, whaaat. i’ll try and check up on tumblr every now and then, but i doubt i’ll have much time for replies.

i’ll be back with those (replies) soon, though.

see you on the other side. ♥ )

( tiny psa:

i’ll be scarce for about a week, because my little sister and i are going to vienna for her birthday. sweet sixteen, whaaat. i’ll try and check up on tumblr every now and then, but i doubt i’ll have much time for replies.

i’ll be back with those (replies) soon, though.

see you on the other side. ♥ )