Red couldn’t remember a time he was so calm, yet in such utter turmoil at the same time. He was with the love of his life, out to dinner and a movie, but looming like a dark cloud in his mind was the knowledge that they’d be apart for months that he just couldn’t shake. Usually when he dwelled on such negative thoughts for more than ten minutes, he’d knock himself out of it, tell himself there was nothing he could do to change it. And while the deposit was down on the cabin, all his belongings were waiting in a U-Haul in the bureau bay, there was nothing he could do to stop his wondering at what those months would be like. Would he revert back to his bachelor lifestyle, living in a pigsty and doing whatever he wanted? Well....probably not. But going from 70 years of being single, to five years with a boyfriend, to a long distances relationship for god knew how long---that was something he wasn’t really prepared for. “Diner it is” he hummed, walking down the city sidewalk with his boyfriend.

      The movie was relaxing. Reminded him of the very first of their dates they’d had without the awkwardness looming between them. There was a bit of a jarring disconnect though, realizing that this was going to be minimal at best for years to come with Red relocating with his retirement. But Red deserved it. Of all the people in the world who deserved a peaceful place to relax after all that they’d done, Red was at the top of the list. He’d kept everyone so safe for so long and maybe he was selfish for not wanting him to go, but he knew he deserved it. Time to himself without worrying about what dangers were looming ahead tomorrow. The demon had taught him well and it was a passing of the torch so to speak and Raleigh was glad to take over for him. When the lights came back on he stretched too, popping up and following him outside into the cool night air. “Mmm, yeah, ‘m starved. Could go to the buffet. Or the carnival to load up on some greasy fair food. Or the diner.” Anywhere would be good enough for him tonight, as long as he got to go home and curl up to his man one last night before he was off for another chapter of his life.

     Hellboy simply grunted, mouth full of granola bar. He didn’t see what the big problem was, he got dirty all the time. It was nice getting a break once in a while, letting the fresh meat get down and dirty and experience what it was really like to be an agent at the BPRD. Logan was just being dramatic, there were worse things than sewer slime. At least she could wash the smell out. Other beings had entrails so vile that Hellboy actually needed a sanding belt to get it from sticking to his skin. “Try not being so sloppy next time” he said, chipmunking his food into one cheek and speaking to her. “Ya wouldn’t’ve gotten so gross if you had just listened to what I had told ya, Lo.”

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      The gore tacky on her shirt was stark contrast to the pristine and polished interior of their GARBAGE TRUCK. Sludge adhered to her clothes and seeped down to stain against her pale skin, nose perpetually curled up at the stench of sewage and the entrails of the sewer monster that had only been a mutated kelpie. Her hair was wet with it all, eyes sharp under the green goo as she glared utter daggers back at her companion across from her. “Okay so,” She huffed loudly, “The next time we have to deal with sewage monster— YOU’RE going down into the sewer. I don’t care if you’re too big.” A towel offered by one of the human agents had her eyes narrowing even more, dragging it over her face and up into her hair.

      “Are you fuckin’ insane?!” he asked, barely able to keep his voice below a shout. He had dragged his partner--soon to be ex-partner if he had any say--and they were soon out in the cold and dark of the back alley of the bar. It was useless trying to reason with the drunk teen, who was currently slumped against the discolored bricks of the wall. “We’re going home” he grunted, steam nearly forming off his overheated, adrenaline fueled skin. There was no telling how many people, drunk or otherwise, had seen Raleigh’s crimson hued eyes. How many thought nothing of it and how many others had suspicions, especially with how cryptically the larger man had acted. There was nothing he could do now, other than simply drag the idiot back home and tell Manning. Which would be like pulling teeth for Hellboy. Admitting he had fucked up and trusted wrong, but the consequences were much worse if he decided to keep his mouth shut on this. “We’re going home” he repeated, sensing the protest about to come out of Raleigh’s mouth, and he began moving off down the sidewalk, holding his wrist and dragging him along.

HERE GOES NOTHIN’

      Getting loaded drunk probably wasn’t the best idea for him, but of course he’d earned a decent amount of fun around here hadn’t he? He’d spent the last two years training to be an unstoppable force to help protect the world and he was only at the ripe age of eighteen. But liqour mixed with some intense urges left his eyes sparking up a dangerous color and he would have kept them going if he hadn’t been plucked up by that other unstoppable force and thrown and dragged him toward the door. There was a protest out of the drunk teen at the loss of his bottle of booze, but he simply slumped over him and grumbled nonsense under his breath until the heavy air of the club was traded for the cool of outside. He sucked in a deep breath and the fresh air instantly started to dull the drunkenness in his system, throwing those sparking red eyes toward Red until they dimmed blue. “Are we leavin’ already? But that song was good, we should go back in,” He wriggled his arm to try and remove Red’s grip from it, huffing loudly. “C’monnnn leggo.”.

Liam Hemsworth looking badass in the ‘Independence Day: Resurgence’ Official Trailer.

                                           give    back    my                                            CHILDHOOD                                            I have never had.

@loudroleplays asked: Tom Hardy or Jason Momoa?

Jason Momoa for Men’s Health

Jason Momoa poses for a portrait during the 2014 Sundance Film Festival at the Getty Images Portrait Studio at the Village At The Lift on January 17, 2014 in Park City, Utah.

Source: Larry Busacca/Getty Images North America

GIVE UP                  it’s ME                              I WIN                                          you LOSE 

❝ Does it  b o t h e r  you that I’m still alive ? ❞

im alive out of spite

“Mum and dad. They’re my legends. Two legends. And my brothers, Luke and Chris. I have a legendary family.”

#legend

     He laughed and tossed a piece into his mouth, adding to it an MnM. He reached to kiss his temple. “We’re gonna be okay baby” he whispered, reaching to turn off his phone and sit back. The movie was decent, but it didn’t really take his mind off anything. But the gratuitous violence was comforting, reminded him of the missions Raleigh would be doing. He was old enough to be on his own. And while he was sad, damn near tearful at his departure, he was also immensely proud. Proud that a kid like him had gotten this far, proud he had built himself up, and proud that he had found love. He lounged out in his seat and draped his arm over Raleigh’s shoulder, laughing with him at the movie, and soon the lights were turning on and the credits were rolling. “Wanna go out to dinner?” he asked, stretching wide and yawning, before gathering his trash and standing.

      There was still that sharp part of him that wanted to grieve. Wanted to sob and storm around and scream because he didn’t want Red to go, he didn’t want him to leave and be stuck in the bureau by himself because he was weak. He needed affection and attention and he would be such a touch starved mongrel when his mate was gone he knew he was only going to become a nightmare for the rest of the agents that remained there with him. But he wasn’t going to spoil one of their last days together with being bitter and sad. This was their time to enjoy the quiet of their relationship without the oppressing force of being states away making them jagged. “You already spend enough money on me,” Raleigh noted with a laugh, arms heaped with candy and wandering to the back of the theatre out of habit. Red was a mountain and they’d been asked too many times before to move to ever bother with sitting toward the middle of the theatre. “Yeah? I think I’d like that a lot.” Lord knew he’d want to be a part of that process as much as he could. As often as he could. “And I can send you little care packages of candy and booze and your favorite things from around here.” Of course Red could go out and buy all of that himself but it’d mean a little more if it was from him. He hoped. Raleigh sat their candy into the seat beside them, settling and leaning into his shoulder, fingers curled up around his arm and just holding. Knowing that simple things like this were going to be so far from his read for so long. It made his eyes mist at the thought alone, but, “Popcorn me baby,” He opened his mouth expectantly, grinning.