Hinemoanax:

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jaxon tucked his hands into his leather jacket, a Marlboro Red cigarette hanging from his lips, as he waited for tate outside McCormick’s. the text and the request came somewhat as a surprise to him, especially considering tate’s history. he’d always regarded the man as a serial monogamist. and he was pretty sure tate agreed. after the heartbreak of his high school sweetheart that dear john’d him, tate hadn’t ever been interested in going out to bars with jax. but now... he was. jax was trying to be optimistic about the night, rather than worried about what it really meant that tate was going out just to get laid. 

“ hey, man, ” jax smirked, taking the cigarette from his mouth and reaching out to grasp tate’s hand. “ want a cigarette? ” he offered, wanting to feel out tate’s vibe before they headed in. 

@tatemcallisterr

Kellan with Ronda Rousey and Glenn Powell

Look what they do to you Look what they do to me Must be joking if you think that either one is free, here Get up off your knees, girl Stand face to face with your God And find out what you are (Hello, my name is human)

I'm ready for love and I'm ready for war But I'm ready for more I know that nobody's ever been this fucking ready before, hey (Do you need some time to think it over?)

beautifulburnout:

When the door closed with a soft thud Jonny slummed down in the seat a little. Now that he wasn’t sitting on the side of the road he let himself relax. At least some. He knew he was safe with Jaxon. That was something that never changed. The extra moment it took Jaxon to get the blanket was used to collect himself as much as he could. He took a couple deep breaths to calm his pounding heart and ease his nerves. He was thankful he could do this and even if there was tension between them he was contented here in the passenger seat. Especially when Jaxon laid the blanket in his lap. The warmth Jonny felt wasn’t from the blanket he covered up in but rather in knowing that in the face of all the years apart, Jaxon still knew him. And knew how to care for him.  The feeling of a finger against his wound made him hiss in surprise. It wasn’t incredibly deep but it stung and he wasn’t exactly prepared for that. In fact, he’d forgotten about it until that moment. His hand shot up to cover his arm as he flinched away. “Yes, please stick your finger in my open wound.” His tone was sarcastic but that was only trademark hurt or upset Jonny. Both in this case. He looked out the window as the pulled away, watching the lines on the road flicker as they passed. Jonny was quiet for a long moment before he finally spoke up. “I got mugged.” He didn’t go into anymore detail than that. He didn’t really feel like reliving it. But he didn’t want Jaxon to over worry more than he was already sure he was. “He pulled a knife on me.” He didn’t tell Jaxon how the knife had been at his throat, or how he knocked it away with his arm causing the slice. He didn’t tell him about how he was shoved against the wall after that and the mugger had overpowered him because he hit his head. Instead he swallowed and fiddled with the rip in his jacket. Anything for a distraction.

he felt better knowing that jonny was in a safe place with him— that he was warm and comfortable and protected. so many times over the past 10 years he found himself worried about jonny, wondering where he was, if he was okay, if he was happy. all that time, jaxon knew jonny must have found some trouble, some pain, some problems. it was a weird twist of guilt he felt about not being there to protect him. but all those years ago, all the stupid shit he'd done and said and caused... it was too much, and it had been so much time. now they were here, and even if jaxon couldn't figure out his feelings, or figure out his role in jonny's life, he could help, and watch out for jonny the best he could.

jaxon tsk'd at him and gave him a scolding little look. “ take it easy. it wasn't in your wound, ” jaxon replied, though his voice was still gentle and soft. that weak, biting tone was nothing unfamiliar to him. jonny was still jonny, even after all this time. jonny's response confirmed his assumption. from the looks of him, a mugging was most likely. but jax was glad it wasn't any worse.  “ i got a first aid in th' trunk. i can patch that up for you... if you want, ” he offered, glancing over at him. jonny looked fucking miserable, and cared. sure, some things hadn't changed. but what had changed was that jaxon didn't know him anymore. he didn't know what would help. 10 years was not nothing, and things did change. he pulled into the starbucks drive through, waiting in the line.  “ do you want t' file a police report? ”

wilycoyotc:

The university professor glances to his side. He can only smile in response to Jaxon. He doesn’t speak until he’s had another sip of his drink. 

“Seen you coming in with a few girls. Don’t tell me you’re out looking the break hearts,” he teased the male. “All routes to my place are shut down. Plus, my kids are in New York– THANKFULLY. What were you doing before the weather turned to shut?”

“ oh, yeah. i’m using the storm of a decade to fuck off helping people and get my dick sucked, ” he chuckled softly, shaking his head and passing a hand over his wet hair. he was basically soaked, and it was really started to fucking bother him.  “ and this is a warm place to ride it out... with whiskey. a nice perk. if you want a ride back to yer place, i can pull some strings. i’m goin’ on hour twelve of a night shift, and i’m tired of dealing with panicked tourists. ”

404erisnotfound:

     — *:･ 🃟🂡 The female looked at the offered cupcakes then at the male holding them out, with a narrowed gaze without saying a word. She crossed her arms over her chest and gazed more intently, still not uttering a word. After a couple of beats of intentional awkward silence, ❝ so why would I accept baked goods from a total stranger? ❞ Eris asked with an inquisitive tone yet her face remained impassive. After all, wasn’t there a general rule about it? Never open the door to people you didn’t know and never accept anything from strangers. Pretty standard things, right? 

jaxon just wanted to pawn off the cupcakes. but the woman that paused before them gave him a hefty glare, and jaxon only stared back at her. waiting. wondering. after 8 years in the marine, he didn’t squirm in stand offs.  “ .... ‘cause they’re cupcakes? no one’s forcing them on you, ” he pointed out, licking frosting off of one of his fingers with a shrug. no skin off his nose if she didn’t want to partake. 

[ right rib cage. ] 

[ right hip bone. ] 

[ left rib cage. w/ his own information. ]

                               𝕁  𝕒  𝕩  𝕠  𝕟 ’ 𝕤    𝕋  𝕒  𝕥  𝕥  𝕠  𝕠  𝕤

If you were to ask Jaxon why he had so many tattoos, he’d simply answer it with this: “For a long time, my body was scarred and marked without my permission. I’ve made peace with that. Tattoos are my way of taking back control of the stories my skin tells.” Well… that, and MMA fighting culture and USMC soldier culture are fairly encouraging of tattoos. 

Tattoos, locations, and reasoning are as follows.

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tylerbeyond:

“your mom sends you cupcakes to annoy you?” tyler asked, skeptically, but taking two cupcakes nonetheless. “i wish my mom annoyed me with home made cupcakes. my mom just annoys me with complaining about why i don’t get along with my grandfather.” he began licking the icing off the first cupcake. “so what’s the occassion? like, literally to annoy you, or a congratulations maybe?” his wide eyes and bouncing leg made it seem like he’d already had five cupcakes. “and why do you look so bummed out?” this time there was more concern in his voice.

“ she’s fuckin’... sneaky, ” jax scowled slightly. he knew he was being ridiculous. it was cupcakes, and it was his birthday. but his mama’s slightly sarcastic smile as she sent him off with cupcakes and made the girls sing happy birthday to him over breakfast told him that she was at least slightly teasing him.  “ what’s th’ deal with your grandfather? ” he asked, curiosity getting the best of him. tyler seemed to enjoy the cupcake, and jax forced himself to stop being a grump and give it a try.  “ eh. it’s my birthday, ” jax shrugged, pinching off a piece of the cupcake to taste. they were good, of course. but his mama knew he wasn’t super fond of sweets.  “ jus’ not a big fan of my birthday, ya know? which, i know. makes me sounds like a fuckin’ buzzkill. but i dunno. ”