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WHAT'S UP YOU TALL GLASS OF ALMOND MILK.

          ❝ nuka, i know i gave you access to my office whenever you like, but you can’t come in YELLING at me like this. ❞

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        arms fold across his chest, fingers tapping almost impatiently against his bicep. he has nothing against teddy, just thinks of him like any other politician; someone not worth his time. a brow raises at the other’s question, a brief hum slipping through nuka’s lips. ❝ leon’s fine. more than, i believe. he’s been spendin’ a lotta time with his new boyfriend, y’see. ❞ nuka looks away, as if bored with the conversation already. ❝ but y’didn’t call me here t’talk about my son, teddy. what do you want ? y’gonna fuckin’ pay me this time ? ain’t gonna let that shit go twice. ❞

          teddy doesn’t fear nuka -- he hasn’t feared the other man in a long time, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have RESPECT for him. that being said, the shorter man’s impatience is always quick to get on his nerves. still, teddy pushes on and reaches into his car, grabbing two envelopes that have been hiding under his seat for a few days now. ❝ like i told you last time, that was an accident. it’s all here, cash. ❞ he hands over the envelopes without a second  thought, huffing as he does. staying on nuka’s good side is important, but he also makes it hard from time to time. ❝ are we good here ? ❞

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3x06: I, Joe MacMillan, stole the code to the security software from Gordon Clark. Everything this company is built on is his.

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              lights  fall  where    CRYSTAL    GLASS    sits  half-empty ,   robust  tendrils  entwine  around  cool  solid  and  cubes  of  ice   melt   into  alcoholic  beverage .    silhouette    BLEEDS    lonesome  aura ,   pale  hues  fixed  on  the  bars  smooth  surface  to  avoid  undesired  encounters  with  the  souls   roaming   around  in    NIGHT    LIFE    CHIC    and  powdered  snow  adorning  nostrils .    warmth  infiltrates  his  body’s  safe  zone  and  the  seat  next  to  him now  taken  feels  too     close    for  comfort .    greys  peak  with    YOUTHFUL    CURIOSITY ,   though  smudges  beneath  them  speak  of   untrue   age .

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          this scene is where he belongs, tie and jacket forgotten in the back of his car, drink in hand. it’s easy to enter the building be surrounded by strangers, to watch them enjoy their night out or whatever they do, completely unaware of the tall man who walked into the room. he makes his way over to the bar, sitting next to a YOUNGER LOOKING man -- he doesn’t attempt conversation, he had a long day and all he wants is a double shot of whiskey, which he orders from the bartender. he can feel the eyes of the stranger on him, whether its from curiosity or recollection of who the man is, he doesn’t know, but he turns his head just enough to look the other in the eye before making quick work of his drink and ordering another.

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          ❝ so tell me, ❞ he speaks calmly and confidently as he looks at himself in the reflection of his car. it’s easier to meet here than in his office, as it would raise more than a few question as to why an ITALIAN MOB BOSS was even interacting with the senator. ❝ how’s leon ? i gave him some time off after, well, i’m sure you’re aware. ❞ he doesn’t want to talk about his slip up that got one of his ( begrudgingly favorite ) interns. especially not so close to nuka and ESPECIALLY not on a business call. ❝ he deserves it, but i’m sure you know that too.  ❞

@unfortunateone A GIFT !

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Joe MacMillan + Kissing Men

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i present to u all the best picture of senator teddy williams

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THERE HE IS………..MY BOY……

THE SWEET BOY....................HE IS H E R E

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faithbuilt started following you

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HC ;; ROBERT THOMAS WILLIAMS

to this day, the name of teddy’s older brother strikes fear in his heart. he doesn’t talk about it much, refuses to tell people what happened between them and why it seems that every time he goes to visit his family, he comes home with a black eye or a busted lip. robert, seven years his elder, was always a terrible older brother. he didn’t like teddy from the start, and made sure that he was constantly reminded of it. there was no real reason behind the hate, not one that teddy ever figured out, anyway, but he was sure never to forget. 

it started when he was young, the constant insults and shoving, all of which were forgiven by his parents as being ‘just boys roughhousing’ when it was really anything but. teddy didn’t understand it when he was younger, thought it was just how things were but things got worse and worse as he got older, as his brother realized it took a lot more for him to stand down. 

teddy hated fighting back. he hated having to hurt his brother because, truth was, he idolized him. even after every punch, after every bruise that left teddy feeling like he couldn’t breathe, he still looked up to his brother. that is, until he was thirteen.  

he should’ve seen it coming. looking back, it makes total sense that robert would one day hurt him so bad he wouldn’t recover. it was like any other day, robert was picking up teddy from the bus stop to walk him home, shoving him and making him trip the whole way when teddy had already had a crap day and decided to talk back. he knew he shouldn’t have as soon as he saw the look on his brother’s face: robert went quiet the rest of the way and honestly, teddy hasn’t felt fear like that since. 

it was quiet until they got home. he stopped hitting teddy, didn’t lay a finger on him until they got home. as soon as they’d walked into their front yard, the twenty year old grabbed teddy and threw him on the ground. paralyzed with fear, all he could do was watch has his brother hit him over and over, accidentally ripped open his shirt when he picked him. robert says he has no memory of what happened next, but it’s a memory that’ll haunt teddy forever. 

he’s standing up. he can barely see because robert busted open his eyebrow and it’s bleeding onto his face. everything hurts, but he can’t yell, because he knows robert will hit harder. so he waits. waits for everything to be over. except it doesn’t seem to end, no, it’ll never end. all of a sudden, robert’s throwing him. he goes flying. he lands on their high fence, the one his dad felt the need to put barbed wire on. he’s screaming. he’s screaming and his chest hurt and robert where are you — 

teddy was left there until nightfall, when his mother came back from work. left hanging by the delicate skin on his chest, left for DEAD by his older brother. it took a long time, but he healed and learned to stay out of his brother’s way, learned to stop fighting back so nothing like this can never happen again. he learned that when someone hits you, you just wait until they’re done and you walk away.

it’s a memory that he tries to forget, that his family acts like they’ve forgotten but teddy can never forget. no, the scars on his chest that will never heal refuse to let him forget, refuse to let him know peace. he still gets nightmares about it sometimes, still gets occasionally hit by his brother when he visits but he’s learned to ignore it, to act like it’s nothing because, well, no one likes a tattle tale, do they?

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