Tatemcallisterr:

the day got away from me and i meant to get all my replies done D: 

but i work tomorrow morning, and im v tired. 

so becca’s reply on jax, and then all of kapono’s replies will come tomorrow. as well as replies to starters c: 

i’ll also post the new bios on the main! 

love y’all <3 <3 <3

beautifulburnout:

When the door closed with a soft thud Jonny slummed down in the seat a little. Now that he wasn’t sitting on the side of the road he let himself relax. At least some. He knew he was safe with Jaxon. That was something that never changed. The extra moment it took Jaxon to get the blanket was used to collect himself as much as he could. He took a couple deep breaths to calm his pounding heart and ease his nerves. He was thankful he could do this and even if there was tension between them he was contented here in the passenger seat. Especially when Jaxon laid the blanket in his lap. The warmth Jonny felt wasn’t from the blanket he covered up in but rather in knowing that in the face of all the years apart, Jaxon still knew him. And knew how to care for him.  The feeling of a finger against his wound made him hiss in surprise. It wasn’t incredibly deep but it stung and he wasn’t exactly prepared for that. In fact, he’d forgotten about it until that moment. His hand shot up to cover his arm as he flinched away. “Yes, please stick your finger in my open wound.” His tone was sarcastic but that was only trademark hurt or upset Jonny. Both in this case. He looked out the window as the pulled away, watching the lines on the road flicker as they passed. Jonny was quiet for a long moment before he finally spoke up. “I got mugged.” He didn’t go into anymore detail than that. He didn’t really feel like reliving it. But he didn’t want Jaxon to over worry more than he was already sure he was. “He pulled a knife on me.” He didn’t tell Jaxon how the knife had been at his throat, or how he knocked it away with his arm causing the slice. He didn’t tell him about how he was shoved against the wall after that and the mugger had overpowered him because he hit his head. Instead he swallowed and fiddled with the rip in his jacket. Anything for a distraction.

he felt better knowing that jonny was in a safe place with him— that he was warm and comfortable and protected. so many times over the past 10 years he found himself worried about jonny, wondering where he was, if he was okay, if he was happy. all that time, jaxon knew jonny must have found some trouble, some pain, some problems. it was a weird twist of guilt he felt about not being there to protect him. but all those years ago, all the stupid shit he'd done and said and caused... it was too much, and it had been so much time. now they were here, and even if jaxon couldn't figure out his feelings, or figure out his role in jonny's life, he could help, and watch out for jonny the best he could.

jaxon tsk'd at him and gave him a scolding little look. “ take it easy. it wasn't in your wound, ” jaxon replied, though his voice was still gentle and soft. that weak, biting tone was nothing unfamiliar to him. jonny was still jonny, even after all this time. jonny's response confirmed his assumption. from the looks of him, a mugging was most likely. but jax was glad it wasn't any worse.  “ i got a first aid in th' trunk. i can patch that up for you... if you want, ” he offered, glancing over at him. jonny looked fucking miserable, and cared. sure, some things hadn't changed. but what had changed was that jaxon didn't know him anymore. he didn't know what would help. 10 years was not nothing, and things did change. he pulled into the starbucks drive through, waiting in the line.  “ do you want t' file a police report? ”

marclarkin:

“Damn, I ain’t had a good sleep like that since that bitch took my house,” Marc remarked as he came out of an extra room in Jax’s place. He’d been chasing a new bounty and had been in the neighborhood when the two of them had tried to out beat each other up. In the end, Marc had left him handcuffed to an iron fence outside and went into his cousin’s place to get cleaned up. Too tired to go home, he’d knocked out in his cousin’s place. Marc combed his hand through his hair and walked to the kitchen, opening the milk and taking a large chug from it.

@theprodigalsoldier​

marc showing up at all hours of the night, in various states of injury, duress, and pulverization, had stopped being surprising long ago. after all, jaxon did the same, after bar fights that got out of hand. marc had a little more of an excuse for his injuries, with the whole “doing good” and getting paid thing. jaxon didn’t complain (much). he’d rather marc come here, somewhere safe, then another place, where sharks could smell blood in the water. (not that jax worried about marc taking care of himself. it was more that general, perpetual state of worry that seemed the norm for the marine vet.)  sat at the kitchen table, jaxon leaned back and sipped at his coffee as marc emerged from the guest bedroom. “ yer lucky i’m not my mama. usin’ profanity and drinkin’ out of the carton. that’d get you slapped at the very least. if not fuckin’ kicked out, ” he chuckled, flicking a piece of toast crust at marc’s back. “ there’s coffee. though i really ought’a check you for a concussion first. ”

tylerbeyond:

“nope!” tyler said in a faux-cheery tone. “he never even cared to know me. honestly, i don’t remember much of him before we moved in. maybe i do but all shit that came after just blocks it out.” he shrugged, carelessly. it didn’t matter now. tyler never had to see his grandfather unless he really wanted to. laughing, he stuck his tongue out at jaxon. “fuck you man, no party is actually a party until i show up. oscars after party? not a real party until i show up.” wicked smirk on his face, he added, “it’s gonna be fuckin lit.”

“ yeah, i know that feelin’. i worshiped my dad as a kid. but after... everything with him went down. now he can get real fucked, ” jax replied, nodding in agreement with tyler’s sentiment. he hadn’t seen his father since he’d made sure the man went to jail. and had no plans to ever see him again. but jaxon didn’t dwell. instead he laughed at tyler’s little scowl.  “ oh yeah? damn, there are... so many parties that are real fuckin’ disappointed. ‘cause the great party god, tyler beyond never showed up to bless them party-hood, ” he shot back, a mirrored smirk.  “ c’mon, party god. i’m thirsty. ”

you are tired, you are hurt… 

𝕛𝕒𝕩𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔

                    And I know, oh no,                       that I put up a front                       But maybe just this once,                       let me keep this one.

And it’s all alright. I guess it’s all alright. I got nothing left inside of my chest but it’s all alright. 

tatemcallisterr:

At the sound of a familiar voice in response to his request Tate looked up to meet Jaxon’s gaze. He was right, but there was no way he was going to get any sleep more at this point in the day. It might as well be noon Tate-time. Jaxon had always been able to read him. Although it wasn’t that hard right now to tell that Tate was exhausted. Between the bags under his eyes and the mess of hair he hadn’t bothered to comb through before he left the house, it was clear he had just rolled out of bed and come to the diner. Tate shook his head slowly letting out a sigh. “Thought you were the waitress.” He replied, setting his fork down as Jaxon took a seat across from him. His gaze moved to his plate at Jaxon’s question, staring at the barely eaten contents momentarily before he answered. “Just couldn’t sleep is all.” He shrugged, looking back up at his friend.

they’d been through a lot together— overseas, fighting side by side, and abroad, fighting each other. but after years, and months of trying to repair things, tate was coming around, and their friendship had slowly started to rebuild. thank fucking god. jaxon folded his arms on the tabletop, giving tate a quick once over. he knew the look well. on tate, on himself, on other veteran friends. it worried him. but even more, he worried that he wouldn’t be able to help.  “ she looks much better in a skirt than me, i can promise you that, ” he teased gently, trying to fight the sympathy from his smile. tate didn’t need that.  “ couldn’t sleep, because...— ” he trailed off, but the tension in his expression spoke enough. it was the reason jaxon worked graveyard. those nightmares were easier for him to deal with when he slept during the day. but he knew tate’s nightmares manifested worse than his did.  “ does anything help? ” 

♥ ❦ ♤

♥ - Something they like about your muse.

how much god damn fun he is. jax is a little jealous about how carefree tyler can be. but he loves how easily tyler gets him to loosen up and just enjoy life. tyler reminds him of his younger self, when he was boxing and when he was first in the marine. how much more mischievous and fun-loving he was. before life got fucked up. jaxon loves that tyler reminds him to have fun. 

❦ - Something they hate about your muse.

as much as he loves how non-serious tyler can be, jaxon also hates it too. he can tell there’s a lot more going on beneath the wild grins and wild times, and jaxon worry about his friend. but tyler doesn’t seem to take much seriously, and jaxon doubts he could get tyler to talk honestly about the more serious and more troubling parts of life. 

♤ - What they thought about your muse when first meeting.

“ this kid is gonna get me in so much trouble. and it’s gonna a god damn fun time. ”