harleyroux:

Me in a room with many attractive boys.
"Perfect Strangers" video shoot with Killed The Fixtion

(Photo credit)

the-gunmaker:

THE-GUNMAKER'S 200+ GIVEAWAY

Hey so I recently hit 200 followers so WOW THANK YOU GUYS ALL OF YOU. I’ll ignore the fact that 9 of you are porn blogs, and get to the point: giveaway time. I cannot make edits and I suck at fanmixes, plus I just have no time with school right around the corner, so I WILL ACTUALLY SPEND MONEY ON YOU GUYS YOU ARE WELCOME.

First Place

  • 14.99$ game off Steam of your choice

Second Place

  • 9.99$ game off Steam of your choice

Third Place

  • 4.99$ game off Steam of your choice

200th Follower Prize to… bellesangsxe CONGRATS

  • 4.99$ game off Steam of your choice

Rules

MUST be following me
Like and/or reblog as many times as you want tbh idec
MUST be a roleplay blog of some sort
MUST have steam obviously
MUST respond within 24 hours if I message you
Game prices are more of less flexible by like a few bucks But please remember I am not rich so like if you ask for a 30$ game hahahahaha no
I say you must have Steam because for me its the safest way to do this
ABSOLUTELY NO ASKING FOR ALTERNATIVES TO STEAM GAMES
I’m kind of anal about that
UNLESS you are the 200th follower in which case this is up for discussion
That’s it now have fun guys
Ends like September 10th that’s a good date right

» Slave Labor

quadtxch:

     The silence is enough to drive anyone mad. It’s fair reasoning for his wandering and humming. His eyes are glazed over and his hands are covered in paint. He knows, eventually, he ought to sleep. Instead he pulls up a stool, frowning at the canvas propped up on the easel in his apartment.

          This is life, a nightly ritual.
                              A sacrament to his own thoughts
                                                  and creative processes.

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          Let him work himself into exhaustion
                              if he so desires.
                                                  He’s expecting company.

      Late night calls from Cohen were customary by then. They came often enough during their time in New York for a naiver Silas to believe he was special. It was an honor and privilege then to linger on the artist’s restless mind in the wee hours of the morning, above the opium and absinthe that’d failed to bring his ‘muse’ peace. Now in Rapture, they were bittersweet. Honor turned to contractual obligation, privilege to relief that he’d been called on before Finnegan or Rodriguez. At least, he clung to the illusion of superiority, unwilling to humor the jealousy that the alternative merited.

     He arrives to Sander’s suite just after four, the usual dark circles cast under each eye, a working day’s fatigue weighing visibly on his shoulders. It’s too late—or too damn early—to pester the neighbors with the bell. Two calloused knuckles tap against the mahogany instead, though the soft noise still manages to shatter the silence in the empty lobby.

     He doesn’t bother straightening up as the knock is answered. Cohen can grouse about posture if he wants. Nitpicking like that always goes in one ear and out the other anyway.

    “Evenin’.” He barely contains a yawn. If the artist decides to be halfway decent, he’ll put on a pot of coffee for his ‘disciple’s’ trouble.

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                                      “You rang?

» Opening Act | carlxsle

     Silas wasn’t a nervous fellow by any means. Perhaps timid at times, or even aloof, but never the anxious type when it came down to business. But, as he stood on the virgin stage of the Icarus Lounge, the southerner felt something he hadn’t in years—butterflies. A whole colony’s worth. 

    The reality of his own success had yet to set in. In fact, he considered it “pending” as he eyed over the empty venue, quietly envisioning the opening night crowd set to arrive in just a few short hours. Anyone sensible would’ve been ecstatic, buzzing with merriment at the prospect of a dream finally realized. But, Cobb wasn’t the sensible type either. Instead, he was impatient. Skeptical. Even anxious as he compulsively checked his wristwatch, scowling as he tallied every minute passed the hour.

    The house band was told to be there by six for rehearsal. At 6:15, Silas was still alone on that platform. Thomas, the band leader, finally arrived at 6:21, though alone. Catching sight of him at the door, Silas huffed and placed his hands to his hips as he shot the man an incredulous look.

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        “Tommy!” he shouted across the way, rustic drawl echoing loud against the empty walls and newly polished floors, “Where the hell’ve you been? An’ where’s the rest a’ yer boys?”

REBLOG | Posted 6 days ago With 1 note
tags: #carlxsle
» 15 Associations.

Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

1. Animal; Horse
2. Color; Red
3. Month; November 
4. Song; “Guitar Man”—Elvis Presley and/or “Fine & Mellow”—Billie Holiday
5. Number; 1
6. Day or Night; Day
7. Plant; Lilies 
8. Smell; Smoke, aftershave, the smell guitar strings leave behind on the tips of your fingers
9. Gemstone; Garnet
10. Season; Autumn
11. Place; A ranch in Tennessee
12. Food; Lemon squares
13. Astrological Sign; Aquarius
14. Element(s); Fire
15. Drink; Coffee

columbiacalling:

columbiacalling's 200+ follower milestone giveaway

Just a few quick words: THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH. Now let’s jump right into the matter of the business of the giveaway.

One (1) Gold prize:

A moodboard for your muse, with a paragraph of ‘verse information.
A gifset of your muse.
A 250 x 500 graphic of your muse.

Two (2) Silver prizes:

A moodboard for your muse, with a paragraph of ‘verse information.
A 250 x 500 graphic of your muse.

Three (3) Bronze prizes:

A 250 x 500 graphic of your muse.

Rules

Examples of my edits can be found here. Moodboards, here.
Reblog once for an entry, Like once for an entry. Max two (2) entries per blog.
You do not have to be an RP blog or even following me, but that would be nice.
You can replace muse with the character(s) of your choice. Gifs are dependent on your muse/OC/character having gifs for them.
Please have your ask box open. You must get back to me within 24h of the drawing or I will choose someone else (and that would be sad).

The deadline to enter is September 15, 2014 at NOON (EST).

You look so handsome in those bloodied images~ I think I love that worried expression on your face. <3

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   ”Y’know, a gentleman woulda offered tuh’ help clean up.
         No surprise that mean ol’ Mr. Kaden couldn’t be bothered.”

REBLOG | Posted 1 week ago With 29 notes
tags: #;9 to 5
Your writing is a pleasure to read.
Anonymous

Oh my—whAT. I have no idea what I’ve done to merit such random praise, but it is sincerely appreciated. I’m so glad you like what I’m doing, because it’s easy for me to nitpick & get down on myself about it. Really, thank you very, very much. You made my day :D Probably my week, actually.