a stupid bullheaded bastard boy
that's a l l he is
written by katie


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a sword's a sword and a helm's a helm ---- and if you  r e a c h  into the fire you get  b u r n e d. blacksmith. bastard. brother. a semi-independent roleplay blog for Gendry of the asoiaf series. active + selective + multiverse. please read the laws first. this blog is NOT spoiler free.
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[ rolls around on the ground. ]

"I hate it when things don’t go my way. It makes me so horny." ( om f g )
ask meme: cruel intentions.


              “Get out. Get out of the truck.”

                       Pietro looked at him stupidly, shocked, and, with a
                       roll of his eyes, Gendry leaned across the cab to
                       snap the handle on the passenger door so that it
                       popped open. The other boy looked dumbfounded
                       but Gendry wasn’t crazy. They were stopped at a
                       light, at least. “I said get out.”

                  “But — this is only 3rd and I need t——-“

               “Get out of the truck, Pietro. Now.”

                  “Is it because I said the ‘h-word’?”

               “Pietro .  .  . ” there was a warning in Gendry’s voice.

                  “You know, Gen, maybe if you got laid you
                   wouldn’t  h a t e  talking about it so much.”

               “Get out of my truck.”

                  “But Gen——”

               “Get. Out.”

                  “Okay, see you later, Gen!”

                        Gendry jerked the door shut and scowled, all too happy
                        to squeal away when the light finally changed. He could
                        see Pietro in the mirror, still standing in the middle of the
                        street, waving enthusiastically. Fucking teenagers.


                            a  sword  is a  sword  and  a  helm  is a helm                            and if you reach into  the fire you get burned.
                            a  semi-independent  rp  blog  for Gendry of                            asoiaf. multiverse + (limited) multiship. single                            ship in  modern  au.  script  to  novella. ocs &                            crossovers welcome + encouraged.  cheers!                                [ hollow hill ] [ brotherhood ] [ art credit ]


                            a  sword  is a  sword  and  a  helm  is a helm
                            and if you reach into  the fire you get burned.

                            a  semi-independent  rp  blog  for Gendry of
                            asoiaf. multiverse + (limited) multiship. single
                            ship in  modern  au.  script  to  novella. ocs &
                            crossovers welcome + encouraged.  cheers!
                                [ hollow hill ] [ brotherhood ] [ art credit ]

❝ Knowing someone isn’t coming back doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.

— Toby Barlow   (via drapetomania)

"You should see the other guy."
The Amazing Spider-Man Starters.

                  He doesn’t want to see the other guy.
                  If he didn’t think the other guy was
                  dead already then all he’d be able to
                  think about right now would be killing
                  him in the ugliest, meanest possible way.

                                    He’s still thinking about it, regardless.
                                    But he doesn’t say it — because what’s
                                    the point? She doesn’t need him to say
                                    shit like that. She doesn’t need him to
                                    say anything. It’s a good thing. Most
                                    times he doesn’t know what to say.

                  She’s done this for him a thousand times but he’s
                  concentrating too hard to taste the irony of it. When
                  he sits on the edge of the tub and she’s kneeling in
                  front of him, she has to lean up on her knees and
                  crane her elbows to brace them on his shoulders.
                  Now, when he’s the one kneeling and she’s the one
                  perched up, he’s still taller than her by a head. And
                  his hands are too big and, where they can be so
                  careful and precise with what is inorganic, now his
                  calloused digits are clumsy with her skin. She won’t
                  wince when he stumbles with the needle or when
                  the thread catches on the pits of a scab on his palm.
                  She’s smiling at him, smirking almost, nearly laughing.

                                    he gets the sudden, sick and angry
                                    urge to tell her to shut the fuck up.
                                    because it isn’t funny. none of it is
                                    funny and she shouldn’t be able to
                                    laugh about shit like this. the fact
                                    that she can, that she can  l a u g h
                                    about shit like this, makes the sick
                                    feeling worse. he doesn’t  want  to
                                    tell her to shut the fuck up. he wants
                                    to tell her that she doesn’t have to do
                                    this. but he doesn’t because she does.

                 Maybe he should tell her now. Right now. As he’s struggling
                 to fashion the square knot to finish it. You don’t have to do
                 this because I’m in love with you. Did you know that? I’m in
                 love with you and you don’t have to do this. You can stay
                 with me. But what sort of reason is that? What sort of thing
                 is that to say to somebody? He can’t make himself do it. He
                 doesn’t want to. She doesn’t need him to say shit like that to
                 her. Not now. Not him. He knows what she needs him to do.
                 He might not know much — but he does know that. Intuitively.

                              “Fucked him up pretty good, I’d bet.”

                              So that’s all he says. Her smile comes
                              back and she nods almost sheepishly.
                              The way a child receives the praise
                              that they’ve been wanting. Proud but
                              only half-beleiving it. She knows that
                              something isn’t right with him but he
                              smooths that idea away. Even though
                              it’s true, he smooths it away with a
                              sweep of his thumb over the side of
                              her face that’s uncut and just pretends
                              that none of what’s inside of him is real.
                              When he says ‘bedtime’ like a perturbed
                              parent and picks her up she laughs and
                              when he sets her on the bed a little bit
                              too gingerly she tells him stubbornly that
                              it didn’t even hurt. He doesn’t believe her.

[ sometimes i tell people outside of the fandom to ‘go the fuck to bedfort’ and it just now occurs to me that they might not get it and think that i’m just really aggressively telling them to make a blanket fort and sleep in it. oof. ]

Jul 29th · 5 · tagged: ; oops ; o o c ; tbd
ask meme: cruel intentions

"My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible." 
"Everybody does it; it’s just that nobody talks about it." 
"You could be a model. It’s too bad you’re not sexy."
"It’s not like you have a husband - unless you’re married to Jesus." 
"Aww, she’s crying. Little baby upset about the big bad book." 
"Who are you spying on? That her?" 
"The only thing you’ll be riding is me." 
"People shouldn’t experience the act of love until they are in love." 
"You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love." 
"How can someone so charming be so manipulative?" 
"Keep your legs together. This isn’t Jamaica." 
"My, what an adorable shirt you’re wearing!" 
"So, what are you doing in your room?" 
"Who are you to criticize something you’ve never experienced?" 
"I didn’t mean to offend you."
"This sure doesn’t taste like an iced tea. "
"He told me loved me, and I believed him." 
""I love you"? My God. You are completely pussy-whipped." 
"What happened to us?" 
"How do you do it? Where do you get your strength?" 
"Could you be more queer?" 
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." 
"I have a reputation to uphold." 
"Silly rabbit. My triumph isn’t over her. It’s over you." 
"You’re telling me you had the chance to fuck her and you didn’t?" 
"Get your ass on the bed and prepare for the fuck of your life." 
"Now tell me, are you in… or are you out?" 
"How dare you treat me with such disrespect!" 
"How is your gold-digging, whore of a mother enjoying Bali?" 
"Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way." 
"Jesus Christ, where have you been?" 
"I hate it when things don’t go my way. It makes me so horny." 
"Why can’t we be together?" 
"I don’t trust myself with you." 
"This isn’t working out for me anymore." 
"There’s something I have to tell you." 
"It’s not you. It’s me… I’m completely fucked up."
"I thought I was in love with you but it was just a lie." 
"I just… I just wanted to see what you were like in bed." 
"The fact of the matter is, there is someone I love."
"You mean nothing to me!" 
"You were just a conquest." 
"That little wager of yours? Count me in." 
"I’ll give you something you’ve been obsessing about." 
"You’ve got yourself a bet, baby." 
"I can’t win with you." 
"E-mail is for geeks and pedophiles." 
"God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex." 
"You’re in love with her, you don’t love me anymore." 
"Look at yourself, look at what you’ve been reduced to!" 
"People don’t change overnight. You and I are two of a kind." 
"I’m willing to take my chances." 
"Sometimes, I wanna kill myself." 
"I don’t fuck losers." 

"I'm gonna throw you out the window now." ( omg i'm so sorry )
The Amazing Spider-Man Starters.

            “To do that — you’d more or less
             have t’be able to  lift  me, yeah?”

                            But then he doesn’t really know what this kid is
                            actually capable of it. From a flat and grounded
                            perspective, judging on their sizes, their builds,
                            Pietro can’t have half a hope of doing anything
                            more than scooting him barely off of his feet for
                            a second or so. Gendry’s big — standing 6’6 and
                            well over 200lbs. Big is his only real quality. Surly,
                            maybe, is another. But this kid is weird. There’s
                            something of him that isn’t quite right. Gendry’s
                            finally forgone the notion of narcotics. He’s too
                            clean for that and his teeth are too straight and
                            he smiles too much. No, not that, but something.

                “Don’t think I’d fit out the window.”