#strongnotweak

[skystrengthofficial]

Guten Morgen meine Lieben, Bei mir geht’s gleich los, ich starte nach meinem Kaffee durch und mache Attacke zur Arbeit 🤗 Ich hoffe ihr genießt euer Wochenende, so wie ihr es euch auch wünscht 🚀 Meine Lampen sind durch einen Kurzschluss durchgebrannt, aber das Licht meiner Nachttischlampe ist irgendwie diabolisch oder 😀? #fit #fitfamgermany #fitfam #fitfamdeutschland #fitfaminstagram #fitfemalesclub #shemuscle #anaboleslicht #barbellclub #pumpingiron #pumpingmom #flexingladies #girlswithbiceps #strongandsexy #pittmyokalypse #gymlife #strongnotweak #stronglegs #legstodiefor #blackhairdontcare #blackhairflair #pittforce #pitttraining (hier: Karlsruhe, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnYgkF4DjQg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eisiramdeus]

I’ll sink your fucking battle ship 😤 (I hate this and you😂)

[loyaltyworn]

@strongnotweak​ || random inbox things! || always accepting!

"---Is-Is that a metal arm?" (Yeets Pratt into NYC post Hope)

Great.

Jacket off for a few minutes to tug another layer over his head before heading out the precinct door (don’t ask him what he was doing at the NYPD office right in the center of Town Square, he doesn’t wanna talk about it) and getting on his bike to get the hell out of Dodge and we got Curious George coming out of the woodwork here. 

For a second, he thinks about walking off like he had no idea the guy was talking to him. Or didn’t hear. Whatever excuse that’d work to get him out the building and gone. But he’d flinched enough to make it obvious he heard, obvious he knew he was being addressed and obvious that if he stalked off? He was giving this guy one hell of a snub. And tonight? He seemed to mind.

Turning to glance over his shoulder, a brow arches and he gives the other guy a once over. A small smile curls the corner of his mouth and he flinches metallic fingers that glint onyx and gold in the light. His gloves remain shoved haphazardly into the back pocket of his black jeans for a second longer and he dips his head in a nod. “Yeah..,” his gaze rises up as his head cants to the side--guy’s got nothing close to one but he tosses the question out anyway, “That a mullet?”

[godswrcth]

@strongnotweak​ asked: ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying : [psst. Apple Pie in the break room. Get some before Joey sneaks off with it she’s got a sweet tooth.] (super mature note at work passing pre-reaping )

                                         from: this prompt right here // still accepting

                ------- JOSIAH LET OUT A SMALL CHUCKLE BECAUSE if there was one, and many things, that when it came to staci - is that he will let the rook know something ahead of time - for instance - joey possibly, not possibly she will, walking off with food. with that in mind - josiah stuffed the note in his pocket, practically sprinting off to the break room to get said apple pie before joey could get her hands on it, making a mental note to somehow repay staci back for the heads up. maybe he’ll make something sweet for him once he leaves the station..

[dcputyrook]

@strongnotweak​ said: 🤨 (free doodle for you!)

[peacefulapostlearchive]

@strongnotweak​​  || less cringy nsfw  ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing

        the kiss came from nowhere as both men seem to have had the same idea from the beginning  .  tension has been building for quite some time only now bursting into a furious bout of lip locks and fumbling hands  . first to be removed was paul’s leather jacket and it came off easily  ,  but a stir of laughter erupts in the apostle’s chest as staci fumble’s a bit too harshly with the buttons of his own shirt. there’s no mocking only playful amusement as paul steps back in to grip the bottom of the fabric  .  ❝  let me . . .❞ he whispers against lips that seem a bit too exasperated from embarrassment .  paul finds it extremely endearing while carefully undoing one button at a time  ,  ensuring that he’s placing a few kisses upon those lips against his  . 

[boltsandashes]

@strongnotweak​ | closed starter

It was probably the wrong move, following the trail of docile dead toward the edge of the forest, but there’d been no chance Daryl could’ve just turned and walked away from... whatever the hell this was. The first time, wandering into his eyeline, he’d barely noticed how peaceful it’d been ‘til after he’d already downed it. And then he’d thought maybe he’d imagined it, or it’d been too blind by decay to notice him. But then he’d spotted another, and a third, and none of them’d made a damn move toward him before he killed them.

There was something off about the dead in this region, and Daryl needed to know what.

What he hadn’t expected was for the trail to lead him to a busy looking town, or for the people at the gate to usher him inside with wary stances but strangely bright eyes, and tell him that The Father would have the answers to all his questions if he was willing to come and talk. By that point Daryl was outnumbered eight to one and even if he’d wanted to turn his back and walk out... well, there was something about the look in their eyes that made him wonder if he’d have been allowed to.

Now he was pacing through a comfortable room feeling all kinds of uncomfortable, gritting his teeth against the guard at the door and the urge to demand his weapons back. Everyone’d in this town’d been nice so far, probably nicer than they’d be at Alexandria with a random stranger showing up at their gate. He couldn’t fight the itch of wrong down his spine but he could swallow it maybe. Play nice. ‘Cause whoever these people were? If they had some way to stop the dead from fighting back, that’d be worth a hell of a lot more than a few minutes of uncomfortable.

[brightprofiler]

                       @strongnotweak​ "No offense but I think I understand cults more than you ever will." (GIMME A THING)

❝  none taken  .  ❞   who could ever forget the massacre that occurred in hope county  .  just the fact that the deputy is sitting here right now is a miracle in itself  .  malcolm is holding his tongue very tightly because he can see the nervousness written on tight features and the trauma still displaying itself in the way the man fidgets and can’t seem to make proper eye contact  .  

there are many tells of a person suffering from PTSD and malcolm knows them all  ,  has experienced them all  .  ❝ I’ve read the file  ,  deputy pratt  .  and i’m sorry for what happened to you up there  .  i only know what i’ve researched and experiencing it first hand will always wield more knowledge . ❞ 

for malcolm , its not a case to try and one up  ,  not a bet on who has more TRAUMA  .  to each his own and they both appear to have their own tremendous amounts  .  and nothing anyone will ever do will help relieve them of it  . 

[eisiramdeus-a]

Hello I have an incurable problem. Pls help.

yes dont u worry mr. pratt u have come to a specialist in the field. im a bottonologist i’ve treated hundreds of twunks just like you before. sadly as u may know, being a bottom is incurable but it can be treated. do you have a top at home? you can use him twice a day, seven days a week. it’ll address your symptoms and reduce anxiety. if you don’t i can write you a prescription for 800 mg of topcillin or daddyprofen.

alternatively i can also prescribe a bullet to end the misery of being a bottom. very popular treatment amongst this generation.

[objctive]

Stop it you ಥ﹏ಥ

            ❝not  a  chance.❞

[absolveres]

strongnotweak asked: i’d hoped not to find you here, John. (LOL RIP)

( @strongnotweak​ / the mechanisms )

    John exhales a short laugh, the tone lingering on derisive. Had he cared about whether or not he wanted to see him, maybe he’d have waited. He’d have made a call, rather than zeroing in on him when arguably both of them had better ways to spend their time. Judging by the tacky bar he’s found himself in though, John thinks his appearance ought to be an improvement.

    Pratt may not want to see him, but frankly, John’s relieved to see him. Trying to find a cop after a shift could be a needle in a haystack or startlingly predictable. It isn’t that he meant to, but he’s killing two birds with one stone by running into him here. He’d had a favor to ask him -- it turned out one of the farms he’d recently taken for the Project wasn’t going down quietly.

    ❝ No? It doesn’t look like you have anything better to do, ❞ John pulls a chair to the table, inviting himself. 

    ❝ Unless you’re waiting on someone, ❞ he does a quick survey of the bar before returning his eyes to the deputy. ❝ Are you? ❞ 

[takenbythebliss]

strongnotweak started following you

‘ deputy pratt ... i, uh - wheaty and i were just borrowing that quad. ’

[iscariotsdeputy]

@strongnotweak​ replied to your post: Nope. I’m just great.

    “Or. Y’know. Delusional.” Cue an eye roll. “C’mon, I can’t be the unimpressive one. I’m super impressive! I can play guitar!”

[dcputyrook]

@strongnotweak​​ asked you: “Despite you stealing my car and everything, I really feel a connection.”

gta v starters // accepting

“Steal....your car?” He glances over his shoulder at the patrol car, arms crossing and head cocking to the side. Did he take the wrong keys to the wrong car? He checks his pockets, his assignment. No? No he got the K-9 unit today and that was definitely the K-9 unit patrol car-

Wait.

“Is that a joke?” Alder asks, grin playing on the corner of his lips. He leans against the open door of the car, Dakota happily panting away inside as she stretched out on the back seat. “Or do you just want the whole car, Dakota included?”

[peacefulapostlearchive]

Petition for Paul to kiss Staci every day.

How many signatures do we need for this petition? 

just one? OKAY COOL. 

[whitetail-wheaty]

@strongnotweak​

Wheaty wasn’t really present - at least not with his mind. The Bliss had that, completely clouded and blinded. But physically, he was present. Otherwise he couldn’t have held his rifle up and pointed at Staci. 

It hadn’t been too long ago the Deputy had freed Pratt from Jacob’s bunker and destroyed the armory. That he had killed Jacob Seed. They all had celebrated - but Joseph Seed had sworn to make the Deputy pay for taking his family. 

He had promised to take the Deputy’s family - and Pratt was part of that. Hudson, Whitehorse, Pratt. A lure, a trap and Joseph Seed had his obedient blissed fighters. Who were now out to collect the Deputy’s family. 

And all the training Wheaty had gotten throughout the years were effective now - only against someone he had called his friend. But he didn’t really recognize Pratt now. he only knew he had to take him. And he would. 

“The Father wants you.”