benjaminbyrne

[benjaminbyrne]

1.01/5.13

#(( pretty men make bad choices )) . aesthetic

[benjaminbyrne]

@poppycopeland

“You even old enough to be here?” A cigarette hangs loosely from his lips as he eyes the blonde, an arm resting atop the edge of the bar. “Don’t want no trouble, especially not because of a child.” Maybe about Helena’s own age, he couldn’t be sure as his gaze fell over the woman. If nothing else, she could hardly be budging her late twenties. 

#(( Poppy. 01. )) #this is weak

[benjaminbyrne]

@xdianefay

The receptionist had been of no use, and Benjamin hardly gave her a glance as he moved past the desk, George shadowing him as the woman stepped forward, and the two men dismissed her with a look. A stranger meant nothing, not when his sights had been set on something higher, on someone greater. But when she acted to speak, his brother came forward, shaking his head and Benjamin instead found himself pounding against a wood. She was in there, he was sure of it as awaited her entrance, stepping back as the locks clicked and Diane appeared, followed by a shorter man, one he sized up within seconds. A patient surely, and once more he dismissed the stranger, focusing his gazes on the blonde. 

“Fookin’ finally.” Steps carried him forward as his hand moved to grip at her neck, commanding her lips against his own in a crushing kiss. It lasted for significances, as he ignored those around them. They meant nothing, not when a point or two needed to be proven and only when he released her, did he finally speak. “We’ve got to go darlin’, George here will take you to my sister.” Conclusions were fermenting, and it’d be best if those of significance found themselves in a safe place. Somewhere the Red Right Hand controlled entirely and though Diane plainly pictured herself a capable woman, Benjamin was in no mood to take gambles. Especially not when half the town had seen the two together, pairing them as something more than unadulterated colleagues. “Come on,” Reaching out his hand, he offered it to the woman as he waited for acceptance as if this modest gesture meant the difference between day and night, a type of twilight they were now shifting into if she so chooses to accept him and his life. “--Diane?”

#(( Diane. 06. ))

[benjaminbyrne]

@clairemasons

Fingers curled, the digits pressing against calloused flesh as Benjamin eyed the woman. Finely dressed, and overshadowed in his bar. She hardly blended against the dirty scenery, but he didn’t comment, instead, he just observed till she finally parted her lips, the ruby-colored edges speaking words he didn’t care to hear, and when she finished, he only killed out his cigarette. “My brother send you here, you a whore?” George had a way with actions, and Ben wouldn’t put it past his brother, especially with the number of stresses adding up as of late. “I’m not interested.”

#(( Claire. 01. )) #I have no warning label for this man at all #I rlly am sorry

[benjaminbyrne]

CHARLIE HUNNAM as Henri ‘Papillon’ Charrière

in ‘Papillon’ (2018). | Dir. Michael Noer

#(( his eyes tell stories of the shit he has seen )) ; visage. #I think I just came #nsfw #yeah i tagged it nsfw #cause look at that

[benjaminbyrne]

Jax Teller ↦ “With an X” (04x06) 

#(( his eyes tell stories of the shit he has seen )) ; visage.

[benjaminbyrne]

Noise, always with the untold amounts of noise echoing in his ears. It was enough to compel the man to drown his displeasure in liquor; in his own bar nonetheless but when another spoke, lifting their words above the resonance, his attention was caught. “Aye, good man.” Benjamin comments, though his gaze moves to Jack. “His tab, on the house.” An order, as he finishes his own drink, turning his attention to Garrett Cooper, a federal agent. “Can’t buy a man a drink in his own bar, Mr. Cooper.”

friday, jan. 18th

(Some Bar, Downtown,) Open

Another late night, spent alone. There was too much going on inside he head, and he needed to get drunk and ignore it. Yes, very healthy. “I’ll tag another.” He flags the bartender. He looks up to the person sitting on the other end of the bar, at the dregs of their own drink. “Y’know what, Jack, I’ll get their’s too. What the hell.”

#(( Garrett. 01. ))

[benjaminbyrne]

                                    He had this look in his eyes                                              that made you wonder                                           just how m a n y people he’s killed. 

                                    ( And this… )                                             grin                                          that made you realize

                                         he’s probably lost count.

#(( all demons know the devil )) . musings

[benjaminbyrne]

reblog if your gross and murderous muse would have sex whilst covered in blood

#tw blood #tw gore #tw nsfw #no shame in his game

[benjaminbyrne]

You hide booze in your Bible?!

Pushing Daisies (2007-2009)

#(( pretty men make bad choices )) . aesthetic #queue me later

[benjaminbyrne]

josiewosiie

                    ‘ you’re a monster. ‘                                                                                               " yes. “

#(( all demons know the devil )) . musings #queue me later

[benjaminbyrne]

#(( pretty men make bad choices )) . aesthetic #(( all demons know the devil )) . musings #HAHAHAHAH I AM DYING AT THIS

[benjaminbyrne]

@bellabyrne @jensenbyrne @georgebyrne @helenabyrne

#(( we’re the fookin' byrne brothers )) . aesthetic #queue me later

[benjaminbyrne]

“It’s fookin’ hair, it grows.” Though his words fell flat, his tone was anything but dismissive as he eyed her dark locks. “Still look lovely as ever, stop frettin’.” Leaning back in his chair, Benjamin finished his drink before sliding it aside. There’d be business tonight, and he’d prefer a clear head. “If you hate it, why did you do it in the first place?”

         “Honestly sometimes i think I set myself up for failure, tried to do the whole new year new me and instead…I had a moment of weakness and chopped my hair and now…I don’t even know how to style this.” Venus exclaimed as she pushed away the little wisp of hair from her face.

#(( Venus. 02. ))

[benjaminbyrne]

“Ah, it’s you.” Lips compressed together, as Benjamin stabbed out his cigarette, turning his attention towards the woman. “And why don’t you just take one then.” Less of a question, and more of a universal statement as his arms folded across his chest. 

           “I’m kind of over this weather…or I either need a really good vacation on a beach where I can be sipping a fruity drink you know?” Lacey turned her gaze towards the other as she unwrapped her scarf from around her neck. 

#(( lacey. 02. ))

[benjaminbyrne]

#(( we’re the fookin' byrne brothers )) . aesthetic

[benjaminbyrne]

Raising his hand, the male shook his head as he nonverbally offered the seat to the woman. Didn’t matter much what he minded now, especially not when his bar was crowded by lesser folk seeking shelter. In a way, it was only a matter of time before someone tested his luck, and they found their arse tossed out into the cold with just the black ice for sympathy. “Always thought you for more of a whiskey, lass.” He comments, drawing the cancer stick from his lips, the smoke lifting itself towards the ceiling rafters. 

They’d all be in for a long night, and the best gift Diane could offer herself was a filled drink. However, it seemed her concerns had been pushed more towards potential dehydration than comfort. Hell, if worse came to worse, they could all drink the snow. “You here alone?” The ash was growing, crowding the bit of white left as it took hold, burning and destroying as it made its way till the man finally released it. Pressing the tip against tray as he stabbed it out, only seconds later lighting another one which he set against lips. “Didn’t see you walk in with anyone.” 

Leaning back, a calloused hand found her leg, fingers dancing atop denim as he rested it there. It was a mere touch, though one that spoke volumes to anyone watching. Diane was his, and Benjamin found himself not the least bit shy when showcasing that. Even without a former title, he found himself enticed by the blonde all the secrets she had kept untold between their discussions. “My siblings aren’t here---bastards are probably out in the cold.” It was hardly fretting that coated his words, but more so something else as he spoke more to himself than Diane. As if saying his thoughts aloud could disprove them, and cause both George and Jensen to come tumbling in. 

Nevertheless, that was an impossible resolution, not with the growing storm and massive walls of white. Even Ben knew that, so instead of seeking adventure out in the weather, he was leaning back with a drink in hand and his fingers tiptoeing on her thigh. 

“You don’t find us separated often.” 

[ @benjaminbyrne ] Diane rushed as fast as she could, trying in vain to escape the confines of her office and get home before the snow started in. But as she descended the stairs from her second story business, she was met with a frigid wall of cold— snow assaulting her senses as soon as she’d stepped on to the street. With her bag tucked into her side and her jacket pulled tight, she did her best to trudge down the sidewalk, the wind working tirelessly to knock her down. Across the street her car sat, parked parallel with the sidewalk and already covered in cold powder. In the back of her mind, the idea of McKinley’s nagged at her, insisting that she make the walk and instead of attempting the drive home. Diane sighed almost defeated as she gave way to the idea, abandoning her car for someplace that could offer warmth and safety until the storm passed. By the time she’d made her way through the door of the bar, she was covered in snow. The woman gave herself a good shake, stomping the wet substance off of her shoes and loosening the flakes from her bright blonde locks. Diane took a deep breath, allowing her eyes to scan over the bodies before she stepped inside more fully. The faces inside were a mix of people that she recognized, and some that she didn’t. Few of them were clients of hers, while others she’d only known in passing. Diane suddenly felt very uncomfortable as the crowds eyes had moved to settle over her, wondering perhaps if she was going to move. A soft smile pressed at the corners of her mouth, and she finally took a few steps toward the bar. “Could I have a water, please?” She asked the bartender, her intention being to grab her non-alcoholic drink and find herself a table where she could hide until the storm had stopped. Though she had been here before, something about the mix of company made her feel incredibly out of place. Maybe Diane was being paranoid, but there was something about the eyes on the back of her neck that felt her feel anxious. “Thank you.” Diane mouthed, snatching up the drink and turning away quickly. As soon as she’d swiveled on her heel, her eyes fell over a booth that sat ten or so feet away. Immediately she recognized the silhouette of a man, with his shaggy hair and his cigarette smoking. Diane swallowed down her apprehension and allowed her feet to carry her across the bar, excusing herself whenever she had to shimmy by a strange body. “Ben.” Di appeared at the edge of the table, her melodic voice just loud enough to command Benjamin’s attention. “Mind if I sit?”

#(( Diane. 05. ))