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m_carter!!!
Sep. 27th, 2007 12:01 pmBefore you freak out or hyperventilate...you did not forget. I REPEAT, YOU DID NOT FORGET. It's not for another month, give or take, I'm just nervous as *shit* about what I did.
So...y'know that job we had in Parsons about three and a half months ago? When I came back into town with that big sodding gash on my left butt cheek? Well, we stayed in this *cute* little bungalow at a local inn...I told you about it, remember? The dirty thoughts on the porch swing?
Well, before the butt got slashed, Julius got a bug up his butt for some drawings, and he had me model for 'em...he just needed poses, he filled in his own girl. Well, I'd been *thinking* about getting you some naughty boudoir photos done for our anniversary, but Jules gave me the color prints from that shoot. There's all kinds of crap wrong with it...my scars are showing, I was in my crap around rags, I hadn't straightened my hair, and I was feeling *very* fat.
But...well, you always think I'm hot when I look like crap for some reason. So I thought I'd give you a few of the shots instead. They're still pretty. And just 'cause I love you so much? I autographed one for you.
Happy Anniversary, Max. Even if it is a few weeks early...I love you, baby.
<333333333333 XoXoxO <333333333333333
So...y'know that job we had in Parsons about three and a half months ago? When I came back into town with that big sodding gash on my left butt cheek? Well, we stayed in this *cute* little bungalow at a local inn...I told you about it, remember? The dirty thoughts on the porch swing?
Well, before the butt got slashed, Julius got a bug up his butt for some drawings, and he had me model for 'em...he just needed poses, he filled in his own girl. Well, I'd been *thinking* about getting you some naughty boudoir photos done for our anniversary, but Jules gave me the color prints from that shoot. There's all kinds of crap wrong with it...my scars are showing, I was in my crap around rags, I hadn't straightened my hair, and I was feeling *very* fat.
But...well, you always think I'm hot when I look like crap for some reason. So I thought I'd give you a few of the shots instead. They're still pretty. And just 'cause I love you so much? I autographed one for you.
Happy Anniversary, Max. Even if it is a few weeks early...I love you, baby.
<333333333333 XoXoxO <333333333333333
[RP] I just wanna be loved by you...
Sep. 17th, 2007 04:09 pmHer footsteps were silent as the grave as she crept up the front porch steps of the house Baileigh Solis and Max Carter shared...well, except for the light thump as she limped cheerfully along.
It was a minor inconvenience, having sprained her ankle and broken three digits on her left hand, but she'd manage. She barely felt the lingering aches, pains, and bruises of her sorry state due to the simple fact that she was in Corpus, Cain was getting laid tonight (which would make him SO much more manageable)...and Max Carter was right behind the front door she now stood before.
She could have both arms and legs broken...she'd still be on that stoop with a smile and a wave as long as he was the one turning that knob.
//You are *so* screwed, Val.// she laughed to herself as she rang the doorbell and hobbled over to hide in the shadows near the door. Her plan was to lean out and yell to scare him...and yeah, she so would *not* manage it because Carter could smell her coming a mile away...but if she was lucky, he'd crank it up and come over to kick her ass, and she'd turn a temper tantrum into a nice, long make out session.
She'd let him hold her...chase away that little piece of cold that sometimes followed her when she was on a job, especially like the one in Arizona. It had been a while since she'd gone up against a ghost that was so openly violent, and violent male spirits always made her a little skittish...
Shaking it off, she fought to keep completely silent as she heard footsteps in the foyer...ohhh yeah, he was in a bad mood. He'd probably slam that door open and cuss out the world when nobody was there...but then his nostrils would flare and his head would turn, and he would *know*.
And it was totally pathetic that she couldn't wait for him to go all wolfy on her and stalk over to growl and haul her in and nibble on her neck...absently, her hand drifted up to rub the bruise on her neck that was almost gone...she didn't heal as fast as most, given her condition, and she liked it because the marks he left on her stayed longer, but it had been too long since she flirted with that little bit of danger that came every time his teeth were on her skin. Sure, he could turn her if he got too rough and broke the skin...but it was worth it to sport that lingering reminder that she was all his...
Her thoughts cut off as the door opened...and in spite of herself, Valkyrie let out a giggle of anticipation.
It was a minor inconvenience, having sprained her ankle and broken three digits on her left hand, but she'd manage. She barely felt the lingering aches, pains, and bruises of her sorry state due to the simple fact that she was in Corpus, Cain was getting laid tonight (which would make him SO much more manageable)...and Max Carter was right behind the front door she now stood before.
She could have both arms and legs broken...she'd still be on that stoop with a smile and a wave as long as he was the one turning that knob.
//You are *so* screwed, Val.// she laughed to herself as she rang the doorbell and hobbled over to hide in the shadows near the door. Her plan was to lean out and yell to scare him...and yeah, she so would *not* manage it because Carter could smell her coming a mile away...but if she was lucky, he'd crank it up and come over to kick her ass, and she'd turn a temper tantrum into a nice, long make out session.
She'd let him hold her...chase away that little piece of cold that sometimes followed her when she was on a job, especially like the one in Arizona. It had been a while since she'd gone up against a ghost that was so openly violent, and violent male spirits always made her a little skittish...
Shaking it off, she fought to keep completely silent as she heard footsteps in the foyer...ohhh yeah, he was in a bad mood. He'd probably slam that door open and cuss out the world when nobody was there...but then his nostrils would flare and his head would turn, and he would *know*.
And it was totally pathetic that she couldn't wait for him to go all wolfy on her and stalk over to growl and haul her in and nibble on her neck...absently, her hand drifted up to rub the bruise on her neck that was almost gone...she didn't heal as fast as most, given her condition, and she liked it because the marks he left on her stayed longer, but it had been too long since she flirted with that little bit of danger that came every time his teeth were on her skin. Sure, he could turn her if he got too rough and broke the skin...but it was worth it to sport that lingering reminder that she was all his...
Her thoughts cut off as the door opened...and in spite of herself, Valkyrie let out a giggle of anticipation.
[MGW] 08 - How well do you know yourself?
Sep. 12th, 2007 03:16 pmI know I’m a bitch. I know I’m a brat. I know I’m a pain in the ass and I know I’m a complete freak of nature...you have to be in order to fit into this family. In that respect, I know myself pretty well.
What I don’t know...what I didn’t know until a few months ago was me...with someone.
( [locked from everyone except family...and maybe Bee] )
I don’t think Max and I are like any other couple on the planet. Being a werewolf, he understands PMS. Growing up like I did, I understand what it is to hate yourself.Don’t give me that look, Max Carter, we’ve already had this fight. Without him, I know who I am. I’m happy, I’m whole. But *with* him...I’ve realized things about myself I never knew before. I’m more than whole, I’m *complete.*
And more importantly? With Max...I no longer have to pick on Cain about being the biggest asshole in the whole wide world. And what’s more? I have Bee to help me.
So yeah, I know myself...I’m someone’s girlfriend. And when you’re Max Carter’s girlfriend? You’re more than just a pretty face...
When you’re Max Carter’s girlfriend...you’re loved. Completely.
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 464
What I don’t know...what I didn’t know until a few months ago was me...with someone.
( [locked from everyone except family...and maybe Bee] )
I don’t think Max and I are like any other couple on the planet. Being a werewolf, he understands PMS. Growing up like I did, I understand what it is to hate yourself.
And more importantly? With Max...I no longer have to pick on Cain about being the biggest asshole in the whole wide world. And what’s more? I have Bee to help me.
So yeah, I know myself...I’m someone’s girlfriend. And when you’re Max Carter’s girlfriend? You’re more than just a pretty face...
When you’re Max Carter’s girlfriend...you’re loved. Completely.
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 464
( Hmm, lessee...I`d rather be in Philadelphia! How`s that? )
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 511
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 511
[EM] 25 - Rain
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:41 pm( "You`re going to catch your death out here, sweetheart!" )
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 545
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 545
[EM] 22 - Truth Shall Set You Free
Dec. 14th, 2006 02:24 pmOkay, can I totally call bullshit on that? Yes. I can. Know why?
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
[locked - visible only to Baileigh]
And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
[/locked]
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
[locked - visible only to Baileigh]
And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
[/locked]
Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386
[EM] Kiss my lilly white ass, Myspace!!
Oct. 25th, 2006 08:31 pmOkay, I think this is, singlehandedly? The coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Y’know…outside of my first Ruger .40 caliber with custom grip. But that’s another story, believe me.
Sorry…my name’s Valkyrie Callahan…I know, bloody well sucks to be me, right? Mum was heavy into Norse mythology, go fig. Don’t sweat it, I answer to Kiki just as easy, if not easier. But let’s see, my vital stats…and how to dish ‘em out without making this bitch sound like a freakin’ eHarmony profile…
I’m 23 years old, I’m a Virgo (no, really, I am), I was born in Liverpool, came to the US when I was five…hence the whole Motown sound, UK vocab thing. My accent’s next to nil, but it sometimes flares up when I’m pissed…not often, though. Uhh…Father was a detective with Scotland Yard, then with the Detroit PD when we moved. Mum was a housewife…Ma was a teacher and in with Social Services.
Okay, that reads kinda confusing, I know. See, I’m adopted…Father? Real nice guy…not only was he a dirty cop, but he liked to hit girls. Big *and* small. Killed my mum when I was fourteen. Ma? That’s Felicia Callahan, the woman who adopted me. She was licensed for short term foster care, but there were only three instances where she got kids she couldn’t palm off…least that’s what she used to tell us when she wanted to get a smile. We knew she didn’t mean it.
Ma died about two years ago…big fire. Since then, I been road tripping it with my brothers cross-country. I was enrolled at the Police Academy when she died, but after…I just couldn’t do it anymore, y’know?
[locked from all those who are unaware of the supernatural]
Fact is, some kinda demon killed my ma. Burned her in a big fucking fire. Would’ve killed me, too, if I hadn’t gotten out of the house when I did. Since she died, me and my bros been hunting this thing. It’s hard to track…we still don’t have a real pattern to its movements, or a real way to find the damn thing, but we been learning. We also clean up other messes along the way…ghosts, werewolves, witches, all kinda shit.
Before Ma died, I never realized how much there was to be afraid of in the dark. Kinda funny…when I was growing up? The dark used to be my friend. It was the only place I could hide from Father…from the pain, from Ma when I was still giving her hell…the monsters lived in broad daylight back then.
Now the monsters are everywhere…there’s nowhere left to hide.
And if I didn’t have my brothers here…I don’t know what the hell I’d do.
[/locked]
( OOC )
Sorry…my name’s Valkyrie Callahan…I know, bloody well sucks to be me, right? Mum was heavy into Norse mythology, go fig. Don’t sweat it, I answer to Kiki just as easy, if not easier. But let’s see, my vital stats…and how to dish ‘em out without making this bitch sound like a freakin’ eHarmony profile…
I’m 23 years old, I’m a Virgo (no, really, I am), I was born in Liverpool, came to the US when I was five…hence the whole Motown sound, UK vocab thing. My accent’s next to nil, but it sometimes flares up when I’m pissed…not often, though. Uhh…Father was a detective with Scotland Yard, then with the Detroit PD when we moved. Mum was a housewife…Ma was a teacher and in with Social Services.
Okay, that reads kinda confusing, I know. See, I’m adopted…Father? Real nice guy…not only was he a dirty cop, but he liked to hit girls. Big *and* small. Killed my mum when I was fourteen. Ma? That’s Felicia Callahan, the woman who adopted me. She was licensed for short term foster care, but there were only three instances where she got kids she couldn’t palm off…least that’s what she used to tell us when she wanted to get a smile. We knew she didn’t mean it.
Ma died about two years ago…big fire. Since then, I been road tripping it with my brothers cross-country. I was enrolled at the Police Academy when she died, but after…I just couldn’t do it anymore, y’know?
[locked from all those who are unaware of the supernatural]
Fact is, some kinda demon killed my ma. Burned her in a big fucking fire. Would’ve killed me, too, if I hadn’t gotten out of the house when I did. Since she died, me and my bros been hunting this thing. It’s hard to track…we still don’t have a real pattern to its movements, or a real way to find the damn thing, but we been learning. We also clean up other messes along the way…ghosts, werewolves, witches, all kinda shit.
Before Ma died, I never realized how much there was to be afraid of in the dark. Kinda funny…when I was growing up? The dark used to be my friend. It was the only place I could hide from Father…from the pain, from Ma when I was still giving her hell…the monsters lived in broad daylight back then.
Now the monsters are everywhere…there’s nowhere left to hide.
And if I didn’t have my brothers here…I don’t know what the hell I’d do.
[/locked]
( OOC )
