#jerseysass

[morgansmornings]

There are Four People I wish to discuss. And while many of others are equally amazing, I can’t fit everyone in one post. Otherwise this post would go on for miles and no one wants to scroll all that way. So I have decided that I will post as the Pheasant of Positivity and tag four people a month. 

That being said we begin.

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The First I will mention is @brooklynislandgirl: Turtle is my everything. She is my best friend, my sister, my advice giver, my mentor, and my role model. She never fails to come to my aid when I need her. She is kind, she is sassy, she is sarcastic. And most of all she is there for me when I need her the most. She never gets the credit she deserves. Not nearly as much praise gets sent her way. But I know that I can’t wait to sing her achievements even when she doesn’t want me to. 

Why, because she is the best thing in my life and I would never have come back to Tumblr if it wasn’t for her. I have tried in the past and never got my feet under me. But now, I have had the best four years of role playing and getting to know some amazing people. All because we came here together. She is the Lilo to my Stitch. The Sun rise to my Sunset. The Ying to my Yang. She keeps me balanced and I woe her more than I could ever repay her. 

The Second I will mention is @riggsanity / @jerseysass / @goodlawman: This beautiful Mun has a way of bringing her Muses to life. To giving them more depth and substance than they had before. In every post you can hear what Muse that she is writing, swearing they stepped off the screen and where writing themselves into posts. This is a hard thing to do and yet, they have mastered the art of it. 

And if you need a positive spot in your life, this is a person you need. She is always kind and I can’t thank her enough for lifting my spirits when things got too dark. Need to scream about headcanons? Want to swap ideas? just need to talk to someone. Come to her she will always be there. 

The Third I will mention is @stevenjmcgarrett​ / @diazxeddie: Speaking of positive, this amazing person is new to my life, but I can’t imagine what it would be like without her. She is always ready to start a thread. She bright, bubbly, funny, and one of the most interesting people I know. We have so much in common that it blows my mind. And the kindest, sweetest person that leaves me feeling better about life. 

I suggest that if you need someone to chat with, one of the best to do it. She always has a story at hand that will leave you smiling. And so welcoming that you never feel out of place. 

The Fourth I will mention is @whosxafraid: My bird. One of my closest friends, and one of the first people who was willing to give my Muse a chance. There is so much I want to say that I can’t even put into words. I can only hope that I have brought her as much cheer as she brings to me. I can’t thank you enough for the last four years. Four can you believe that?

The way this Bird writes is gorgeous. There is nothing that isn’t pure creativity. And yet reading it is like being inside of someone else’s head. Having a front row seat to the thoughts and feelings that my not be expressed. It takes your breath away and the devotion to writing an accent is dumbfounding. To have the courage to stick to your style and never give into the demands of others. It just leaves  you wanting more.

With love, 

  The Pheasant of Positivity, 

[whosxafraid]

Meme: Send a word and I will write a drabble or headcanon based on it Status: Open URL: @brooklynislandgirl​

It’s not the kind of thanksgivings he fast grown accustom too back in New York. But it is...a Thanksgiving. One that’s full of too much sun and not enough Gatorade. The kind of day that means its just another perfect one on Oahu. Granted at the moment he can’t see it for the proverbial trees. Driving the opposing line backer back by inches before he’s breaking loose. Blocking Juniors path as Steve hot foots it to find someone open. And the one that is? Luka will never admit he stops breathing for a second. Watching that ball sail through the air, and....sail....and...

It’s good. 

           “Run, Be’d!”

And run the little woman does. Bare feet seeming to quite literally skirt the grass like a gazele. Danny and Tani on her heels and Junior quickly becomes not important. Luka twisting around Creek, and becoming an awkward imitation of a giraffe to clear Nahele face planting in front of him. And then its simply a case of out pacing Tani and Danny. Steve’s encouraging cheers growing louder the closer Beth gets to the in zone. One she crosses a breath before Tani manages to get in reach of her. 

And that was game.

Both hands coming out in his excitement. Not thinking twice about lifting Beth right off those impossibly quick feet of hers. Cheers and teasing jeers combined. A firm kiss to her cheek once he’s let her down again. And they’ll be no small bit of pride getting to see that ball sitting on their mantle for the next year. Though one thing that won’t be mentioned? The twenty buck Junior slides him after the game.

                   She’s faster than she looks.

          “Aye, she be o’lot o’d’ings d’an she looks.”

A grin framed wink that’s meant to leave the younger seal to make his own assumptions. Luka pocketing the twenty to be covertly placed into the wishes jar at her clinic later. For now though Beth is sought out again and carried like the queen that she is all the way back to the car. Another kiss stolen from her lips this time, as she cradles her trophy.

          “We should bedazzle i’. Bling up nex’ years game.”

A joke....well....mostly.

[ilmare-ilse]

jerseysass replied to your post: Not sure what this is... Kind of the 2000 posts...

Happy anniversary of the barrel never happening because Matty is really in witness protection? ;)

Heheheh, yes! I like that! :D

[brooklynislandgirl]

"I've got you."

Blood is Thicker || Accepting

Three hours, fifty minutes, forty two seconds.

It all began with the sound of broken glass. Beth was a light sleeper to begin and she was half-way to her feet when the hand clamped over her face. She could taste the leather of the glove as she instinctively bit, thrashing to dislodge it from where it covered her nose, her mouth and she couldn’t breathe. A hand in her hair dragging her to her feet kicking and muffled screaming. She’d never had a chance to reach for her holster slung over the bed post. Not that it had mattered, they’d taken that first.

She’d put up as much of a fight as she was able but strength had never been on her side, not out of uniform. There was plastic sheeting under the chair, her own cuffs biting into her wrists, rope around her feet. She could taste the coppery tang as her busted lip began to crust over. Vision swimming from whatever they’d put into her system. Face throbbing around the orbit of her eye which she couldn’t tell if it was broken or not. The same question over and over again. The same question she couldn’t answer.

The taller of the two said something. She didn’t catch what it was. Maybe the unanimous decision that she was of no further use, maybe he was ordering out for pad thai, the words seemed to blur together. But the message was clear, the other one had the semi-auto pointed at her, and there was a second of hesitation. Apparently interrogating and beating a helpless woman was one thing, killing her another.

Beth heard the shot ring out as she closed her eyes. And then a second. The spray was hot and wet and thick. She could feel bits of bone and something slightly gelatinous that she attributed to brain matter, and it was everything she could do not to throw up then and there. She didn’t move. Didn’t open her eyes. Not for minutes yawning as wide as millennia.More muffled sound from somewhere far away. “I’ve got you.” Familiar, warm. Safe. Strong hands uncuffing her, pulling her toward him. Rivulets of bodily humours pouring down her face, pooling slickly at her feet. She couldn’t find solid ground to stand on and would have slipped if he hadn’t tightened his hold. Despite feeling violated, she could only choke out a few words between sobs, between wild clutching hands thrown around his neck.“How, Danny? H-how ya know t...t’ come f’ me?”

[morgansmornings]

@jerseysass

Danny + kickin’ ass

[agentbcbysitter-blog]

     100 x 100 icons of scott caan as DANNY ‘DANNO’ WILLIAMS in Hawaii Five-Oh, for @jerseysass //  PSD credit: (X)

[the-blackest-spider]

“You two should provide popcorn when you have your couple’s quarrels.” 

@hoouna @jerseysass

[starkdissembled-arc]

Bah, anonymous. I enjoy talking with you and plotting so, so much. You have a great grasp on Tony and are just so enthusiastic. I never imagined having this ship but now I'm just yessss because I adore your Tony.

-whale noises-

I DON’T HAVE THE APPROPRIATE ICON TO USE TO REACT TO THIS BECAUSE TONY DOESN’T CRY AND THERE ARE TEARS ON MY FACE.

I love you, darling. 

a’eirjga;oeirgj;ae

-more whale noises-

[ruthlessmeans]

➢➢jerseysass || redemption arc verse

It hasn’t exactly been expected that the Detective would answer the phone, but it had went that way. Nevertheless, he would take what he could get, and tried to impress upon the fact it was somewhat time sensitive when he gave him the address to a small place tucked out of the way in Chinatown. Even if the man had been willing to pass it off to Steve, he really didn’t feel comfortable waiting until he came in if he could get someone else there sooner.

So that was how he had found himself waiting in the back, someplace decently out of view from the windows, and not immediately noticeable from the entrance. He settled with some paperwork he had to file ( ugh ) while he waited, although he was restless.

When the man Wo Fat was waiting for got in, a waitress caught him at the front, and directed him back. “He’s waiting back there.” Before she went on her way to clean a table. Wo sat up a little straighter when he saw him.

“Thank you for coming, Detective.”

[killingxmachine]

@jerseysass

Steve smirked and pretended like he hadn’t just been trying to eat off of the blonde’s plate a second. “I’m sorry, I was hungry. And plus, your food looks better.” He teased before letting his mouth form a little pout. “Don’t you wanna share, Danno? I promise I won’t bite. Too hard.” He chuckled, then scooted away from Danny a little to give him room to eat. “Anyway, maybe it’s not that I want your food. Maybe I just want your attention, babe.”

[morgansmornings]

Hope it is a good one.

@goodlawman, @riggsanity, @jerseysass​

[whosxafraid]

"Did your mother have an affair with a skyscraper?"

          “Dunna ye know, e’ery Oi’rishman be o’goi’ant? So’s we can see o’er English proi’de.”

There’s a…singular pause, before the man starts chuckling. Tapping the cigarette between his fingers against the pack, before he’s placing it into his mouth. Green cast around them in a habitual way, like he’s ensuring their surroundings were just as safe as they were thirty-seconds before.

          “M’feckin’ wi’d ye…” A mumble around the process of lighting up.

            “Honest d’ough…oi’ remember me da bein’ bigger d’an loi’fe when oi’ were o’kid….n’oi’ sure  o’shoi’te didna ge’ i’ from me ma.”

[agcntressler-blog]

❝ How about we just never mention this again? ❞

         “ Fine by me, ”  he said, awkwardly shuffling away, trying not to think about the fact that he just walked in on Danny in the bathroom.

@jerseysass / obscenely domestic starters

[livedforwards]

(Kono) Her love taps. They certainly leave an impression. I'm actually kind of serious about that but Kono also has that big hearted, loving vibe about her that makes you want to be in her life just to bask in that sunshine.

This is so observant and beautiful and I just! 

[hoouna-archived-blog]

💋 (runs and hides!)

send a 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!  || @littlesis-williams

He’s not expecting it.  They’re sitting out in the back, some steaks on the grill, Danny inside making up a salad because he insists he brings a bit of home with him where ever he is.  And Steve doesn’t mind -- the greens, nor the company.  And Bridget had been in town for the last few weeks, taking a much needed break from home. He’s never been married, thought about it once - so he’ll never know that battle of when things don’t work out.  She seems to be taking it better than Danny, though.  Who is so terribly worried for her he probably won’t sleep well and come in to work irritable. 

But he’s laughing at something she’s said so he’s not paying attention that she’s leaning in, fingers soft against his skin.  Something that has him drawing back not because it’s really unwanted, but because it’s something he’s not used to.  A part of lips before Bridget kisses him, hardly shying back and is as forceful as most of the Williams Family.  Like little storms in their wake that have him desperate for a breath but eager for a taste; hands coming up to gently hold either side of he face between the palm of his.  And it’s crazy, so war torn and scarred, how gentle he tries to be. As if he could hurt her with just this.  Until eventually she pulls away, watching him as he watches her .... only scrambling once Danny’s voice breaks through reminding Steve not to burn the steaks this time.  

[ruginite]

There's something about his smile that just...I feel like I don't get to see it that often, so when Baz smiles, it feels like the whole world lights up around him and you get that warm flutter in your chest.

What does your muse think is my muse’s most attractive feature? Status: Acceptin’

Well one might just believe the Jersey born bird, not at all incorrect. And there is something to be said the brightness of rarely seen stars.

                 “Wha’ever y’say, Penguin.”