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Fifield has participated in many missions before being aboard the Prometheus, and has become very unstable as a result.

[ This is a Prometheus RP blog for BFRP ]

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sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

*lets him step back, folding his arms over his chest and clearing his throat* …How exactly is it that it doesn’t bother you?

-thinks for a moment, then adjusts his glasses- I would never have liked…Stuff like this before, you know? -gives a little shrug- I don’t look at guys and find them attractive. I’m not even sure if I find you attractive or just interesting enough that I want to defy my whole idea of sexual preferences and make out with you. And man, you’re a grumpy guy with a beard, but I kind of like that. 

*tenses a bit while he keeps talking, eventually sliding a hand up to scratch the back of his neck idly* … *opens his mouth to speak and promptly shuts it again, grunting* …Well I guess you’re the first person I’ve even gotten close to since Abby—… since that happened.

…I suppose I should like… make that count for something?




sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

Shut up— How am I meant to get off with a guy if I’m not into guys? *scowls a bit, looking at the ground* What do you expect me to do, close my eyes and pretend you’re a woman..?

-looks a little bit hurt- I guess that makes sense -shrinks away from him- I didn’t realize you were so bothered by it -rubs the back of his neck awkwardly-

*lets him step back, folding his arms over his chest and clearing his throat* …How exactly is it that it doesn’t bother you?




sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

*actually returns the kiss, albeit sloppily, then draws away to bite back a groan* Fucking hell, I’m not—… *mumbles* I’m not queer… *wriggles his hand out of Milburn’s grip and places it over his*

-shrugs- So what, neither am I. Why do you even care so much about it, is it really a problem that I have junk, because you didn’t seem to mind touching it a bit ago -raises an eyebrow-

Shut up— How am I meant to get off with a guy if I’m not into guys? *scowls a bit, looking at the ground* What do you expect me to do, close my eyes and pretend you’re a woman..?




sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

*swallows a bit, shifting his head so their lips are just nearly touching again* I’m not one-hundred percent on whether or not I enjoy the company of goofy, sexually frustrated yanks…

Well, as you know, to improve the general reliability of a scientific experiment, it has to be repeated -grins and gives him a slow kiss- Plus, I’m not goofy, you’re just stuck-up. I guess we can find some ways to loosen you up though -snakes a hand to his hip- 

*actually returns the kiss, albeit sloppily, then draws away to bite back a groan* Fucking hell, I’m not—… *mumbles* I’m not queer… *wriggles his hand out of Milburn’s grip and places it over his*




sassybiologist:

-snickers- You make me want to hate you but -shrugs- Apparently I don’t. -squeezes his hand- Maybe I just enjoy the company of rock-headed Brits -dopey grin-

*swallows a bit, shifting his head so their lips are just nearly touching again* I’m not one-hundred percent on whether or not I enjoy the company of goofy, sexually frustrated yanks…




sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

*leans back a little, hunching his shoulders and muttering against him* Oh God, you really are desperate, aren’t you…

Shut the fuck up Fifield. -nips under his earlobe- It’s not my fault I actually like you enough to do that -carefully removes the hand from his crotch- 

*bites his lower lip, not entirely sure how to respond to the reaction he got* As far as I could tell, we hate each other. *curls his fingers awkwardly*




sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

*squeezes, stepping a little closer and raising a brow*

-groans- For fuck sake Fifield, you ass -dips forward and presses their mouths together-

*leans back a little, hunching his shoulders and muttering against him* Oh God, you really are desperate, aren’t you…




sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

*stays silent — and pretty suddenly grabs Milburn’s crotch*

-shuts up- -looks down- uuUH -voice cracks slightly and shuts his eyes- Pleasedon’thurtmyballs

*squeezes, stepping a little closer and raising a brow*


under: #*testing*


sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

sassybiologist:

Oh wow, shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Um…Geez -awkward laughter-

…*wanders back over to*

Maaaan, stop staring at me you’re really starting to wig me out here. Call me gay or hit me or something, Jesus Christ I hate it when you stare at me. Analyzing prick. -shifts from foot to foot- And when you stare you make me ramble and stop over-compensating for only having one person talking in the conversation -shifty eyes-

*stays silent — and pretty suddenly grabs Milburn’s crotch*


under: #/shut up


sassybiologist:

hotboxingspacesuits:

sassybiologist:

Man, I must be pretty desperate if I’m having dreams about dry humping you against various piles of your dumb rock collection

…*silently stares directly at for a very long and uncomfortable length of time*

Oh wow, shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Um…Geez -awkward laughter-

…*wanders back over to*


under: #*STAAARE*