#p:gaston

[switchhummel]

CRASH AND NOTHING MUCH || KURT & GASTON (10/12)

Trying to make as much of the final hours of light of that final day of camping, Kurt stocked himself up with water, some mild snacks and his faithful map of the area, along with another bag in which he carried his digital camera. Instead of taking his pictures with his phone, like almost everyone else did, and despite some people telling him the phones filters were just as good, to him there was a sort of essence that the phone would never be able to catch. Maybe it could, but not to his eyes otr knowledge, thus him carrying his small camera bag with him as he walked away from the camp.

There were times that strange things came to mind. Like, what would happen if he got lost and never returned to camp? Would anyone even notice he was gone? He had never second doubted himself the way he did right now, not even while taking all that heavy bullying in high school. But as he entered in his young adult years, with the pending pressure of knowing he had to find someone to claim him or else, everything dragged on him like a rock. Not to mention several other aspects, which he tried really hard to forget. Unsucessfully.

His train of thought didn’t lead him stray from the trail, luckily. He kept on walking until he found a good open spot, from which he could look down at almost the entire campsite. Click. Click. He walked and turned in every possible direction to take as much shots as he could, then when he was done he sat on a rock and enjoyed a snack and some water. The sun was getting more orange as time passed by, and that was when he knew he had to go back to the campsite.

He gathered all his things quickly and went back on the same path he did earlier, but whether there was much less light around him that when he went up, there no way for him to see there was a medium sized rock that just happened to be there. Something he couldn’t avoid, and before he knew he was stumbling forward, his foot bending far enough to the side to hurt a lot. He was quick enough to put his hands in front of his face, but his palms took the blow, and soon they were covered in cuts and scrapes. No amount of cursing could describe how much it hurt, but he was vocalizing it all the same. Out loud. He tried to pull himself back up but failed, which made him to the ground again.

@dr-gaston-lefevre​

[dynamite-calhoun-blog]

@Gaston

@un-homme-fatal

Tamora Calhoun was having the time of her life. She’d been in a funk since she found out Felix was here but happily loving on someone else, but now this town had spit her up a good ol’ challenge. The bugs were back, and big fuckers they were this time. She needed a platoon though, or at least a second, to watch her back while she watched theirs. There was one man, and one woman she knew would be perfect, but the one woman she knew was a melee expert, and these bastards were flying. It’d have to be her man then. Gaston. She suited up, grabbing Tiny Tim and Big Stan and heading out to Gaston’s house.

[likeateatray-inthesky]

Brown is a color most often misinterpreted, Like unromanticized brown eyes. He's a rich amber, With lines of light woven through, Like the color of bourbon. He's sweet like chocolate, with a bitter aftertaste, Lingering around longer than expected. Brown holds secrets, weight it down, Amber is thick and molds around life, tasting some of the best parts, Never actually living. He is brown, Misunderstood.

Malinda’s view of people as they relate to colours ( @phronemophobiagaston )

[sub-lidiana-blog]

New Experiences || Lidiana&Gaston 3/5

Lidiana was amazed that the dom had singled her out as someone he was interested in. She had just gotten here, and she hadn't thought she had made any sort of impression on anyone, but apparently she had, and a good one at that. She got dressed in a skirt like Gaston had requested, and threw some clothes and things into her drawstring backpack, preparing to spend the night in his room. She left ten minutes early to get to his room by six, getting there and knocking, then dropping to her knees, playing with the hem of her skirt a little nervously as she waited.

dominant-legume

[neverland-captain]

Friends With Rum and Possibly Benefits || Gaston&Hook

Hands buried in his pockets, rain soaking his hair, the captain seemed to have trawled through Hell and back and he was in a foul mood. Expression cold, jaw tense. He had let the crew go out and do whatever they wanted, after all they apparently were not happy with him either. This wasn't what was causing his mood, a captain did not need to be liked simply respected by his crew and that was all. He felt betrayed. Smee... 

His mind quickly switched all these worries off when he had pushed open the door to 'The Drinking Glass', pushing everything to the back of his mind while he welcomed the warmth of the pub and the sweet smell of alcoholic drinks. If anyone could take his mind off recent events it would be Gaston. Sitting down at the bar, running a hand through his sodden hair he ordered himself a drink and waited. He didn't want to bring the atmosphere down in any way with his presence here and simply stuck to the corners and to the darker areas where no one tended to look savouring his drink till he could drown out all these ridiculous problems he was having. 

Waiting for his friend he pressed his forefinger and thumb to his forehead, not understanding why he was so troubled. He never made emotional ties properly with anyone, Gaston being an exception, he never cared and he thought that he never would. He was sure that the Queen Of hearts from Wonderland had stolen his heart... Eyes glancing briefly around to look for his friend... some welcome company would be appreciated.

[neverland-captain]

Hooked on you || Gaston&Hook (LEHOOK)

Gaston was pissed. Hook was a little less pissed. They didn't really know who won the drinking competition in the end either. All that for nothing. Hook kept a tight grip around the man's shoulders while he half hauled the man onto his ship, trying his hardest to keep him upright while he allowed the crew to go and enjoy the rest of their evenings.

They left quickly, some with a few perplexed glances towards their captain and this drunk visitor. Leaving Gaston to one side he walked to the edge of his ship, fumbling for his flask of rum and once finding it- he scowled discovering that after all that drinking he never even got his refill of rum. Where did it all go...? Tossing the useless thing to the side he reached to his side and picked up a bottle of the stuff, examining it and then turning to Gaston, waving the bottle at him.

"Care to join me for another drink, frenchman?"