#littlesis-williams

[riggsanity]

’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’

“...I can’t promise that, Bridge,” Riggs said slowly, holding up a finger in what he hoped would stall a protest. “It comes with the badge and if someone’s gonna throw down in the pursuit of justice, I gotta put my fists up.” That sounded nice in theory but it left out the bar fights, the fight fights, Riggs’ natural gravitation towards violence showing when the opportunity presented itself. He dropped the bag of peas from his eye, already starting to turn the colorful shades of the bruised rainbow. “I also kind of like it when you yell at me. You put words together that I never would’ve thought of.”

[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.  

[thebesteverseen-blog]

[ text ] drunk me is a mess of knowledge

[ text ] Does it include knowing it’s three in the morning? 

[narkito]

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

MMmmm... it’s hard to remember... I talk to myself a lot, and to a lot of people about deep stuff, but not necessarily at length, but maybe it was with this detective that picked my grandfather and I yesterday from the gates of a cemetery (yeah, that’s a story for another day), anyway, this guy had put 35 years of service to the institution and he was disenchanted with it and it’s corruption. He talked about getting shot twice, going to university to get his university degree, having to transfer to a different investigation unit because of the corruption he couldn’t single-handedly dismantle and how he was willing to crash and burn just to see a couple of people behind bars for the briefest of times, or probably until the appeal to the court fully dismissed the case.

Another conversation might have been with my mum, about the merits of respecting people’s beliefs (no matter how crazy) when it comes to treating them (I actually started this conversation with you!!! but then took it to a whooooole different level with my mum).

However, the last person I felt I had a deep connection with during a conversation was my best friend. We were talking about the universe, love and past lives. About the logistics of it all, and how even if you’re a die hard science fan, in the end science is not a belief system, it’s nothing but a research method, not something to put your faith in. So how does it all work, that sweet spark of recognition when you look at someone you’ve never seen before, like when my best friend and I met. Or the capacity to love people, even when you don’t know them very well (and you probably won’t because we’re ever evolving creatures) and so on and so forth.

Thanks for playing with me. I appreciate it :)

[igotnomorefamilyleft]

❛ talk to me. ❜

Nahele glances over at Danny’s sister, Bridget. It’s the first time he’s meeting her, but he’s heard a lot about her from Danny. She’s pretty, with short, cropped hair that makes her look right at home here on the island. It shouldn’t surprise him that she’s talking to him, after all everyone in Danny’s family has gone out of their way to make him feel welcome. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

[haole-cop]

[ text ] i’m not sloppy drunk i’m soft drunk, i call it 4 shots and a glass of champagne

[ text ] what the hell kind of wedding is this?!?

[killingxmachine]

💬 I heard that you slept with my brother

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

Steve smiled softly and looked at the ground for a second. This also wasn’t a rumor, he and Danny definitely spent the night together, and on more than one occasion. “... would you be surprised if I told you it’s true?”

[riggsanity]

I want to strangle you!

“‘ey, I just picked up the phone! I don’t  know how your mama got my number and I didn’t want to be rude and she’s got a way of, you know, not letting you say no to things. This wasn’t my fault!”

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

017 (Hello! I hope this is ok?)

017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.

“Really?” Tony cocked an eyebrow as he eyed Bridget and the meat mallet in her hand. “You’re going to beat me over the head with a meat mallet because I won’t tell you where your brother is? Don’t you think that’s just a bit childish?”

[igotnomorefamilyleft]

Thank you

I have six lovely asks in my inbox and I’m visiting my parents this weekend and only on mobile, so I haven’t been able to answer them yet, but I just want to say thank you all. You’ve made me feel so so welcome in the RP community in such a short time and I can’t wait to answer them all and hang out with you guys and interact.

[killingxmachine]

@littlesis-williams  | continued from here

Steve couldn’t count on his legs to support his weight anymore and sat back down on the bed. He knew he more than likely had a fever, since he was hallucinating and felt hot all over, but he looked at the bag she was holding, suspiciously. 

He couldn’t even remember the last time he had anything to eat, determined to stay in his room and force himself not to ask anyone for help. So damn stubborn. The idea of eating did sound good to him, but he didn’t have the energy to reach over and take the bag from her. “... I guess I should eat, but I don’t expect you to do everything for me. I’m not completely helpless.”

While he let her decide what to do with the soup, he carefully made his way over to get out some clean clothes, in case he got dizzy again. But he managed to make it to the bathroom by himself, sitting down on the toilet before he fell. And hitting his head on the way down was a real risk. “Can... you run a cool bath for me?”

[riggsanity]

Nickname: Raggedy Riggs

“Raggedy? I’ve been called worse but c’mon, at worst I’m just worn around the edges. Worn like a old pair of boots.”

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

@littlesis-williams

“Former Navy SEAL. What is it with you Williamses and mistaking the Navy for the Army? That’s actually fairly insulting, you know. And... well, living on disability isn’t perfect. Then there’s the arm. Can’t get much of a job one armed. But Steve gives me steak every once in a while. That’s nice.