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Track Title: Off To The Races

Artist: Lana Del Rey

Album: Born To Die (Standard Version) [Explicit]

didyouhearthattable:

I’m your little harlot, starlot,
Queen of Coney Island,
Raising Hell all over town, Sorry ‘bout it


//As much as I want to explode the idea of Father MacAvoy on ha gay bar, I didn’t sleep last night and I have to work tomorrow so… Gotta go to bed. Love yall! <33


Track Title: Scar Tissue

Artist: Red Hot Chili Peppers

Album: Californication

jesyanne:

Scar Tissue // Red Hot Chili Peppers

With the birds I’ll share this lonely view.


rumplegoldrp:

"Easy, easy," Rum soothed as best he could, holding the man as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Lachlan had killed his own brother? It must have been an accident. Lachlan only blamed himself for it."It’s alright," Rum promised softly.It was far from alright though. Lachlan had a lot of demons to face and he’d have to face them alone. The fact of the matter hurt Rum deeply. He was going to hate seeing Lachlan go through it.

Lachlan cried even louder. Anything was alright. Jed was dead, his family would hate him if they knew and also Rum and Belle. Yeah. Not even the goody two shoes Belle French would forgive something like that.
"I should be death&#8230; Not him&#8230; Not him&#8230; I deserve it&#8230;" But he was a coward. He hid behind mountain of drugs, licking wounds that he had made to himself. Being the victim when, in fact, he was the bad on the film.

rumplegoldrp:

"Easy, easy," Rum soothed as best he could, holding the man as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Lachlan had killed his own brother? It must have been an accident. Lachlan only blamed himself for it.
"It’s alright," Rum promised softly.
It was far from alright though. Lachlan had a lot of demons to face and he’d have to face them alone. The fact of the matter hurt Rum deeply. He was going to hate seeing Lachlan go through it.

Lachlan cried even louder. Anything was alright. Jed was dead, his family would hate him if they knew and also Rum and Belle. Yeah. Not even the goody two shoes Belle French would forgive something like that.

"I should be death… Not him… Not him… I deserve it…" But he was a coward. He hid behind mountain of drugs, licking wounds that he had made to himself. Being the victim when, in fact, he was the bad on the film.


Young Lovers;

ask-father-macavoy:

ask-hierophant:

She thrashed against his grip like a wild animal, sobbing and sputtering every curse she could muster, wanting nothing more than to jump from the window, to get away from everyone. “You’ve ruined me! You said you’d protect me, Joseph, I t-told you…so much…” her body went limp and the sting and warmth of the blood seeping down her thigh. “You ruined me…” she glanced to the man as he entered, the one who’d taken the man she thought would be her only love from her clutches.

"They all…everyone saw, everyone heard me…y-you know…that my father will hear…" Belle’s voice was getting thick again, more tears dripping down her face. "He will end me…He’ll…” she squeezed her hand between her thighs, squeezing her eyes shut. “Why would you kiss him..? I thought you loved me, Joseph…you said you did…”

She had nothing but hopelessness written over her face, her entire world gone. The girl fell into her self, clutching a hand to her chest like she could just rip her heart out then and there. “It’s only right…I’m bein’ punished…you…you wanted me to hide the truth from anyone, didn’t you..? With him…”

She properly looked at Lachlan for the first time, though he was blurred from her constant tears. The carpet had been pulled from under her feet, all because of him. He looked a lot like the priest, a lot scrawnier, but like him. She just didn’t understand. “What did I do…wrong…? Did I touch you wrong..c-could I not…kiss..well?”

MacAvoy held onto the young woman. Until she seems calm enough he could release her. The priest stayed quiet as she was speaking. Reaching into his blazer to pull out a handkerchief.

Nothing he could fathom would help the situation. Not even when he noticed the other man had entered. His hand grabbing at the girls thigh. Trying to look over the wounds. “You’ve still been scratching..” Joseph stated before he began to brush the cloth over her skin. Wiping up the blood that was running down. 

So that he could dab at the cuts. “You have scabs and fresh cuts.” He moved down off the couch. Getting onto the floor, on one knee. “Is that a first aid kit?” MacAvoy asks glancing to Lachlan. Before going back to his work. “Belle I have been drinking.” Joseph confessed when he stopped. Reaching back to take the box from Lachlan. “If you both wish to know the truth right now. I am very ashamed of myself.” His chest wouldn’t stop the pain inside it. It just felt like a knife was being driven deeper and deeper. 

"You know I can not be with you Belle, and Lachlan…Has been no better then you." Joseph frowned and hung his head. "I should have turned you both away a long time ago."

Well it was not too late at least. The woman was still alive and she was just bleeding between her legs, that it was what normal women do. But then Joseph moved away his hand and he could see the actual damage, not just what she had done that moment but the fresh ones that the other man was talking about. An others no so fresh. Wow. Apparently, the priest was collecting pretty damage things. Not that he was like her, Lach was not into self-harming… But doing drugs was almost the same, innit?

The boy handed the box to the priest, without saying a word. Just hearing how the man was opening to the girl. He knew he drinks, he actually met him drinking and then he saw him at mass. That’s what he made him like Joseph at first. The fact that he had secrets. The fact tha he was an human being.

"Why so ashamed?" He grunted, taking a seat near them and helping with the dressing. "Why didn’t ye do it?… Why keep going with all this?" He wanted answer, and wanted them in that moment. Because he didn’t understand a fucking thing about anything that had passed on the past few minutes. And he felt pretty lame because of that.



ask-father-macavoy:

MacAvoy gasped at the harsh squeezing from Lachlan. Crying out when he had bitten into him. “Lachlan..” Joseph whimpered practically. Not moving when the other man pushed him back. “I-I’m sorry..” He called out quickly. “I-It’s just strange…uncomfortable.” He finished as he eyes went to his clothing. “I-It’s your clothes, it’s sexier on you.”

The singer just huff as an answer, walking back to the other man and taking his hand to guide him inside the pub. “It’s just clothes, Joseph… I wanted to go out with ye and it was gonnae be worse with yer clerical uniform…” He said, not taking his glare as a compliment. He fucking knew that MacAvoy was not with him for his looks. He maybe loved him, but finding him attractive was another thing. “Do ye want a scotch?” He asked out loud, dropping his hand and going toward the bar filled with men of all ages. God, it had been a while since his last time on a gay pub. 


ask-lachlan-macaldonich asked: "[Text] Ur stupid dickhead friend had beaten the shit out of me. Thank u very much."

belletheoutsider:

ask-lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

ask-lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

ask-lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

[text] What? Who did this?

"Oh believe me, it’s helping with the pain better than a fucking painkiller."

"You realize that is what caused what happened?"

"No it wasn’t… I cause this… Me and my stupid heart that chooses to love always the wrong person!"

"You can’t choose who you love." She reached down and took a bottle. "This won’t solve anything."

Lachlan frowned, looking at the bottle. “Neither do you and here you are…” He snapped. 

Tears filled her eyes, hurt by that. “You want me out of your life? Is that what you truly want?”

"No! I have ye IN my life, Belle!" He shouted, turning to face her. "That’s the fucking problem!… I want to wake up every mornign beside ye! I want to be able to kiss ye for real, not just in a stupid dream… Shite, Belle, I love ye… Do ye think this is easy?!"


"Cour, petit lapin, cour" | Black Flagged - Lachphant AU

ask-hierophant:

"Mmn," was the only audible expression, or rather mewl, that she gave, cuddling as closely as she could against him, nuzzling his shoulder, curling up into his warmth. She wriggled, savoring the feel of him softening inside of her and nearly wished it could just remain that way. "I don’t care where we are…fuck me again in ‘n hour…" she yawned and would’ve been content to sleep on him there, but she knew they had to move. Carefully, she lifted herself, licking her lips at the sight of what he’d left inside sidling down her thigh.

"I’m gonna rinse off…you need ta’ take some painkillers," she commented, giving him a peck on the nose and sashaying her way to the bathroom. Hiero scrubbed herself well with a cool shower, closing her eyes and letting the water pelt her face for a bit before toweling off and tossing on one of the dresses Lachlan had bought for her. His choice wasn’t as bad as she thought it might be, but she was still sad to be clothed. The woman adored being naked, would’ve rather been so all the time. 

"Where are we headed now?" she called from the kitchen stretching her torso out against the counter and closing her eyes. "Can I sleep on the plane?" even after her little bit of drunken sleep, she still felt tired.

Lachlan stayed lying on the floor a little bit longer, just pleasantly looking at the naked woman that he had just shagged like a rabid animal. He liked the sight of her pink swollen folds, glowing with their fluids. He loved how she reacted when some of his cum slid down her inner thigh. He would like to lean forward and licked his own fluids, but he was too tired to do so. And she left, leaving him still on the floor.

He stood using one leg and the counter as help, taking his mobile and sending Stan a short ‘coming’ that was another lie. After that he dressed himself with the same clothes, having in mind changing again on the plane, and packed everything. Two luggages they had, plus his rucksack. Once it was all ready, he took the painkillers, just one. He had to drive to the airport and those where pretty fucking strong. He didn’t want to end crashing against a tree.

"It’s hour and a half… But I thought ye wanted to be fucked in a hour so… I guess ye have half to sleep." He teased, giving her a quick peck before he handed her her suitcase. "Do ye like the clothes? I didn’t know what to buy so… Well… I did my best… Really…"


ask-lachlan-macaldonich asked: "[Text] Ur stupid dickhead friend had beaten the shit out of me. Thank u very much."

belletheoutsider:

ask-lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

ask-lachlan-macaldonich:

belletheoutsider:

[text] What? Who did this?

"Oh believe me, it’s helping with the pain better than a fucking painkiller."

"You realize that is what caused what happened?"

"No it wasn’t… I cause this… Me and my stupid heart that chooses to love always the wrong person!"

"You can’t choose who you love." She reached down and took a bottle. "This won’t solve anything."

Lachlan frowned, looking at the bottle. “Neither do you and here you are…” He snapped.