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has anyone done this yet

#wasn't made to be subtle. / jaskier. #GOD #This is my favorite thing

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three important things to remember right now:

1. do not share ANY information about the place, the state, and the members of Ukrainian army. don't like it, don't reblog it, don't even write about it.

2. if you want to get information, do not look for carrds or twt threads. turn on your tv, read a newspaper, look for journalists and officials. do not trust random internet users and do not spread the disinformation and propaganda that is already circulating around here. double check every account you see talking about what's happening before deciding to share it further.

3. listen to Ukrainians.

#war tw #ooc.

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yes i play video games. yes i fucking suck at all of them. we exist

#ooc. #John don't @ me #God. Me with... A Lot #I excel at complete and utter chaos. And that's all

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𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕 ) dir. paul thomas anderson  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ he has made my dreams come true and i have given him what he desires most in return… ❜

❛ yes. maybe he’s the most demanding man … ❜

❛ there’s nothing i can say to get your attention aimed back at me, is there? ❜

❛ i cannot begin my day with a confrontation, please. ❜

❛ it’s the most lovely thing i’ve ever seen. ❜

❛ it makes me feel like i have courage. ❜

❛ comforting to think the dead can watch the living. i don’t find that spooky at all. ❜

❛ will you remember? ❜

❛ may I take you to dinner? ❜

❛ for the hungry boy, my name is [ … ] ❜

❛ i like to see who i’m talking to. ❜

❛ that’s beautiful, your secrets. ❜

❛ your things are so well arranged. ❜

❛ my sister is a terror maybe she’ll be a great dictator some day — ❜

❛ if you want to have a staring contest with me you will lose. ❜

❛ you look like a bird to me sometimes — or an alligator. ❜

❛ you’re a very handsome man. ❜

❛ why aren’t you married? ❜

❛ i am quite certain i was never meant to marry. ❜

❛ marriage would only make me deceitful and i don’t ever want that. ❜

❛ you sound so sure about things. ❜

❛ you’re just acting strong… for who? not for me, i hope. ❜

❛ it is only the expectations and assumptions of others that cause heart ache… ❜

❛ and who’s this lovely creature making the house smell so nice? ❜

❛ i feel as if i’ve been looking for you for a very long time. ❜

❛ well here i am..  you found me. ❜

❛ whatever you do, do it carefully … ❜

❛ but in his work i become perfect and i feel just right. ❜

❛ you look beautiful, really. very beautiful. you’re making me extremely hungry. ❜

❛ my little carnivore. ❜

❛ what are you looking so forlorn about, hm? ❜

❛ maybe one day you’ll change your taste, ❜

❛ perhaps i’m looking for trouble. ❜

❛ if that’s your wish, i hope it comes true for you. ❜

❛ have you had enough to eat? you seem thirsty. ❜

❛ i think he’s being too fussy… ❜

❛ let me drive for you. ❜

❛ when he’s like this, he’s very tender. ❜

❛ what do you want me to do with that? ❜

❛ accept her invitation. if you can stomach it. ❜

❛ i know you’re doing the best you can. ❜

❛ i’m afraid i must insist that you come. ❜

❛ i brought sincerity into his life. ❜

❛ go on, give us a kiss for the cameras. ❜

❛ how beautiful you are. ❜

❛ when you dream about your wedding dress, what is it that you dream? ❜

❛ are you a gold person or a silver person? ❜

❛ i’m trying to surprise him and love him the way that i want to. ❜

❛ i have to know him in my own way, ❜

❛ let me collect myself for a moment. ❜

❛ she’s very beautiful, like a sculpture of some kind. ❜

❛ this is meant to be a nice evening. ❜

❛ let me serve you. ❜

❛ usually, you always tell me what you think. ❜

❛ i don’t know what i’m doing here. ❜

❛ i wanted time with you. i wanted to have you to myself. ❜

❛ you have me all the time. ❜

❛ is it because you think i don’t need you? ❜

❛ are you a special agent sent here to ruin my evening and possibly my entire life? ❜

❛ do you have a gun? you here to kill me? ❜

❛ stop playing this game! ❜

❛ what game? what precisely is the nature of my game? ❜

❛ why don’t you just fuck off to back where you came from? ❜

❛ if you’re going to make her a ghost, go ahead and do it. ❜

❛ don’t let her sit around waiting for you. ❜

❛ don’t pick a fight with me, you certainly won’t come out alive. ❜

❛ i don’t know what the hell came over me. ❜

❛ i’ve never really felt like this before. ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you.❜

❛ i think this is clear. he wants you to fuck off. ❜

❛ i miss you. i think about you all the time. ❜

❛ i hear your voice say my name when i dream. ❜

❛ i just miss you, it’s as simple as that. ❜

❛ i want to tell you everything. ❜

❛ i don’t ever want to be without you. ❜

❛ there are things nagging at me. things i simply cannot do without you. ❜

❛ a house that doesn’t change is a dead house.❜

❛ will you marry me? ❜

❛ i probably owe you an apology of some kind. ❜

❛ how do you know how my life has been? ❜

❛ i want to go dancing. ❜

❛ there is an air of quiet death in this house. ❜

❛ i want you flat on your back. helpless. tender. open. with only me to help. ❜

❛ you’re not going to die. you might wish you were going to die, but you’re not going to. ❜

❛ kiss me, my girl, before i’m sick. ❜

❛ if he wasn’t here tomorrow, no matter. for i know he’d be waiting for me in the afterlife. ❜

❛ i am older and i see things differently, and i finally understand you. ❜

#memes.

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crimewrought​:

                                            𝙵𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶,  𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈,  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙼𝙰𝙽.   something they’re tied to,  the noose around both their throats,  but not so constricting that suffocation has quite begun,  and thus a tie with its occasional benefits.  maria seeks salvation in the place tonight ––– it’s closed,  so she won’t have to wait in line to use the dart board,  and there’s no real consequence to raiding the bar for free liquor.  ( that’s a benefit to working with criminals.  such hyperfocus on the big crimes,  that the little ones hardly matter. )  she’s in something of a private reverie,  imaging a night of her tongue swathed with rum and good songs on the jukebox,  when she notices the noises.  she listens,  and she thinks maybe it’s a wounded animal,  having dragged itself in from the backstreets.  she sees him,  and the truth isn’t far from her assumption.

this isn’t the first time she’s seen him beaten.  a black eye here,  a broken bone there,  a punctured lung on special occasion…  all things dubbed,  by a voice she doesn’t care to recollect,  par for the course.  collateral.  this is different ––– she concludes as much when she sees the lacerations on his arms,  the unnatural angles to his fingers.  this isn’t mindless violence,  but a carefully measured,  scientific endeavour into what a person can possibly take.  she goes to him,  and pushes the shattered glass well away.

“ it’s me.  louie?  it’s just me,  you’re safe. ”  she speaks,  because he might not be able to see her,  and to eradicate any confusion that she’s some stranger,  or an unfortunate figure they both know too well.  panic sets its talons in her heart,  but protection has its way with her bones and muscles,  and she sets immediately to work.  ( there’s another thing intermingled with the panic,  the protection.  heartache,  or something like it.  a relation of pity.  a close friend of agony.  but she’s not going to probe that now. )

             she moves to unbutton his shirt,  sodden and red as it has become,  fearing the unveiling of bullet holes,  or the work of a blade sheathed inside.  “ can i? ”  softly spoken,  like any bolder a tone could lead him over the precipice.  her heart wrenches.  but that’s not going to make him any better.  her hands upon his face,  palms soft as gossamer,  studying the havoc wreaked there.  “ louie,  can you see me?  it’s maria.  your maria.  i need to know if you can see me. ”

as footsteps get close, he believes he’ll meet a beast.   it has happened before, his uncle finding him bruised like a peach, blood and dirt between his teeth.   each time Louie did his best to pretend cuts across muscular arms don’t hurt as much as they do, if only to pull himself up — enough not to be kicked for a whine.   like a loyal dog, bowing its head before a hand that allows the beating.

her voice calms his mind, if only ever so briefly.   he exhales relief, but after a second horror overtakes him.   (she sees him.   like this.   pathetic, weak, defeated.)   he hoped to hide amidst the darkness and full bottles, with no eyes catching him tend to rotting wounds.   there’s pride there, and a poisonous need;   to be worthy.   a fatal cocktail.

Louie leans his head back uncovering pale throat.   he knows she won’t claw.   there he’s met with delicate fingers exploring the paths of drying blood, pressing into his face like a palette serving a single color;   red.   red, like the shade of a dying sun.   she could paint a war with it, if she wanted to.   he blinks.   her voice comes in waves.   some words are quieter, some are muffled, others not so much.   your Maria.

his parents have always been distant.   as a child he grew up lonely, and trying to jump higher than his wobbly knees would let him. when he fell and bruised, the person who’d care for his scrapes was Luda.   she would read fairytales brought from a foreign land, and he’d listen, enchanted and starved, devouring each word as she poured alcohol on his skin and covered it with band-aids.   on his darkest days, he’d beg her to retell the story of feared and powerful Koschei Bessmertny and Marya Morevna, who brought him to his knees.   his Marya.

Louie’s eyes flutter open.   it’s difficult, but he sees her, blurred (better this way).   it takes him a moment to roll his tongue.   split lips ache, yet he speaks.    “i’ll be your rag doll, Mashenka,”   he breathes, imprisoned between the hard floor, spilled whiskey and a feverish delusion,   “if you only stitch me up.”

#unholy﹐ unholy﹐ disgusting thing. / louie h. #crimewrought #OK FINALLY #here you go #a wreck

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Yeah, well... that's why I'm here, Curtis. I'm gonna make you betray a brother.

1.13 'Memento Mori'

#unholy﹐ unholy﹐ disgusting thing. / louie h. #HNNN M #Sir #SIR I

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@crimewrought, plotted.

how much blood can he lose till his disappearing sight doesn’t come back?   it’s in...   and out.   in, and out.   slowly, like he’s blinking, empty eyes desperate to see anything at all.   the second he’s on the Hangman’s floor, the memory of reaching its back entrance has withered.   there’s blood.   Louie can taste it in his mouth.   sickening and warm, trickling down the sides of his chin.   he drags his body leaving a path of wet crimson, till he reaches a spot behind the bar.   pain has spread all throughout his body, he couldn’t pin point the exact locations even if he tried.   there are nails missing on his fingertips.   a few of those fingers — twisted and broken, blooming in cold blues. 

thirty percent.   he remembers.   a third — Coughlin has told him once, when he mentioned someone bleeding him dry.   there are cuts on his arms.   his chest.   he tries to assess:   a few broken ribs, his nose, a dislocated shoulder, a swollen knee — busted, a split lip, bruising on his cheeks, perhaps a light concussion.   his white shirt has turned into a sticky mess of rust and dirt.   he can barely move his arms, and pulling himself into a sitting position takes an immense amount of strength, but all he can think about  is...   how he’s marked the pub for years to come — it’ll take forever to get the stench of copper out of wooden floorboards. 

what Coughlin would think, too.   if he saw him like this:   ragged breath, clenched teeth, hiding like a wounded animal he was.   Louie closes his eyes for a second.   a moment of silence, gathering focus.   he extends his right arm towards the bottle of leftover whiskey on the bar — but pain sears through him, and the bottle shatters before his eyes.   like hope.   

too much like hope. 

the door creaks, and someone enters.    his breath, the only thing intact, he holds within his mouth. 

#unholy﹐ unholy﹐ disgusting thing. / louie h. #crimewrought #WHEW

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nobody:

absolutely nobody:

not a single soul:

jaskier in disguise: a buddy of mine saw the sandpiper take his shirt off in the lake. and he said that the sandpiper had an eight-pack. that the sandpiper was shredded.

#wasn't made to be subtle. / jaskier. #GOD

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🌟🎄 🎉 merry christmas bestie @yennefxr 🎁🎅✨ 

bonus:

#smell of blood & death like a perfume. / caius v. #Mmmmmmmmhm

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Naming my farm rich bitch finally paid off

#ooc. #YELLING #Adventures in stardew basically

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@starfrckled: ❛ nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. nothing's gonna take you from my side. ❜ sebastian almost hums this against his skin, fingers running softly through the hair at his nape. they're curled on the couch, a blanket covering them both and some stupid show playing on tv — one that he won't admit to having been hooked on by now.

his body reacts to the touch like water around a finger. his nightmares had returned, and however hard it was for Jim to process them, he could barely imagine what it was like to watch it happen. but with this, his heart rests. it pumps warmth out with every beat, filling up his chest with so much of it, it pours to his belly. he shifts just enough to be closer. his head is placed upon Sebastian’s sternum, he inhales the scent of familiar cologne till hunger awakens. they’re lazy and wrapped up in each other, and whatever is playing on tv is left in the back of his mind as he turns his head to see his face; lit up by the golden glow of vintage lights they hung up together, he looks like a christmas dream he doesn’t want to forget.

the soft moment of peace is interrupted by four small paws making their way through his physique. as one steps too close to his underbelly, James winces expecting the worst, but Bean passes over him safely, just to lie a little south of them both. he clears his throat, looking up once more. ❛  does that mean you’re going to get into that Santa costume, too? ❜    his eyes come alight, lips twitch and twitch again as they spread into a mischievous grin and he places his chin onto his chest bone for a moment, then it tilts just so, and his teeth are pulling at both worn shirt, and skin underneath it. ❛  because I’ve been very naughty this year. ❜

#starfrckled #sebastian. / starfrckled. #dead is the new sexy. / moriarty. #i know i know you wanted me to make this sad. probably #but you do know how much i love to disappoint #and you have no idea how much we'd love to see seb in a santa costume because um hello

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resident evil village starters

❝ oh, keep growing! one day your head might actually fit your ego. ❞   ❝ running will get you nowhere. ❞     ❝ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? ❞   ❝ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. ❞   ❝ i know you don’t like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn’t happen? ❞   ❝ well, what do you think? it’s hopeless, right? ❞ ❝ i wish it could stay like this forever. ❞   ❝ oh, such a disappointment. i thought we could join forces.  ❞ ❝ i don’t have time for this bullshit. out of my way. ❞   ❝ i don’t give a damn about your personal issues. ❞   ❝ it’s a pleasure to see you safe. ❞   ❝ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me. ❞ ❝ quit acting so full of yourself. ❞ ❝ the clock is ticking. playtime’s over! ❞ ❝ ohhh, don’t give up! ❞ ❝ you think you can take me on? ❞ ❝ you should have never refused me.  ❞ ❝ these are the fruits of my power.  ❞ ❝ leave it alone. you are out of your depth. ❞   ❝ i’ve learned all i can from you. your worth as a lab rat has run out. ❞   ❝ no, no, this can’t be the end for me! ❞   ❝ i can’t escape from here… i can’t do anything! ❞ ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞   ❝ don’t get cocky. i’d kill you if you weren’t the trouble. ❞   ❝ hey, do you know anything about what’s going on around here? ❞   ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞   ❝ you’re the real deal. well done.  ❞ ❝ i gotta…keep going. ❞   ❝ i think it’s time you left things in my hands. ❞   ❝ my power is leaving me! ❞   ❝ do me a favor… try to stay under the radar. ❞ ❝ you don’t get it. you don’t stand a chance by yourself. ❞ ❝ alright, alright. i guess i owe you an explanation. ❞ ❝ you must be pretty tough, huh? ❞   ❝ all your power’s done is drive you nuts. ❞   ❝ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. ❞   ❝ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. ❞   ❝ it’s all i can spare. take it, take it! ❞   ❝ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that. ❞   ❝ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. ❞   ❝ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. ❞   ❝ is there something you’re not telling me? come on, talk to me. ❞   ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞   ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞   ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞   ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞   ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞   ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞   ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞   ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞   ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞   ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞   ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞   ❝ play with me some more. ❞   ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞   ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞   ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞   ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞   ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞   ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it?  ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞   ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞   ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this.  ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞   ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞   ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞   ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞   ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞   ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞   ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞   ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞   ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞   ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞   ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞   ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞   ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞   ❝ a dead body? wait…there’s more… ❞   ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞   ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞   ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞   ❝ listen. you’re being played.  ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it…with your life. ❞   ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞   ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞   ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞   ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞   ❝ this is…this is just too much. ❞   ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞   ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞   ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞   ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment…and you try to take it away from me? ❞   ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞   ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞   ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞   ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞   ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞   ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞   ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞   ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞   ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞   ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞   ❝ you’re still alive…? impressive. ❞   ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞   ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞   ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞   ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞   ❝ it’s not—nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞   ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome—and safe—in here. ❞   ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞   ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞   ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞   ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞   ❝ why…why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞   ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞   ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞   ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞   ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞   ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞   ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞   ❝ can you even understand that humiliation?  ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞   ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞   ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞   ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞   ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞   ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞   ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞   ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞   ❝ no, we’re getting out of here — together. ❞   ❝ but what i saw was…frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞   ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞   ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞   ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who — what are you? ❞   ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞   ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞   ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞   ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞   ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞   ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞   ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞   ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞   ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞   ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞   ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞   ❝ you’re my daughter…now act like it! ❞   ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞   ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞   ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞   ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞       ❝ how long have i been out? ❞   ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞   ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞   ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞   ❝ shut your fucking hole! …sorry about that. ❞   ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞   ❝ please, be well. ❞   ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger…is to be alive. ❞   ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞   ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞   ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞   ❝ don’t you love me? ❞   ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞   ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞  

#memes.

[faelles]

Ben Barnes as Billy Russo in THE PUNISHER 1.02 “Two Dead Men”

#unholy﹐ unholy﹐ disgusting thing. / louie h. #Hnnn #😩🥵

[faelles]

@crimewrought not plotted, but expected. 

the place hasn't changed.   he knows this, because every spot of it has ingrained itself into his mind a long time ago;   yet at the same time, it's unmistakably different. or perhaps it's he.   perhaps it's they.   how long has it been since he had seen her face?   the golden curls falling down her back,   a petite figure wrapped in a beautiful fabric.   he's not ready to witness her yet,   he's merely preparing himself for the inevitable. 

and there it comes. 

he breathes in sharply as he catches a glimpse of her face,   pushing himself to come close enough.   a fuck nearly escapes his lips, but he presses them together with cruelty like a moth.   has it been two months?   three?   four?   he could imagine it clear as he stood there, three feet away from her:   Theo opens the door to be greeted with a quick red-lipped creature, they stare at each other for a while, and the story he thought had ended reveals a pause.   he never dared to imagine it from her side;   it would've been much too easy to fall into own day dreams, and end up drowning. 

without another thought, he makes his way around the bar to the spot he occupied many nights, now, too, cold and lifeless.   his tongue twists, because there's nothing more clever that he can produce than,   ❛  your usual? ❜

#unholy﹐ unholy﹐ disgusting thing. / louie h. #crimewrought #u know this #U KNOW what this is #u have to

[faelles]

Just a little on my disappearance:

I've finally pulled my shit together enough to world build and start my first draft and I'm more than halfway done, so I'll definitely be done by December and!! Have up till February for sure to just do whatever and come back.

I've also had a lot of stress regarding my job and, sadly, my health too.

When I do come back, I will definitely be dropping everything and deleting my inbox, and maybe even doing a make over for this old dump just for fun.

My activity is still not gonna be the wildest and I'll write only with people I've plotted before/am friends and so on with, hopefully you'll understand.

Till then, stay safe and spooky, see you soon ❤️

#ooc.

[faelles]

Happy spooky season to all the monsterfuckers

#I'll be back some day #Hopefully #Maybe around Xmas season #if u wanna reach me my ims and discord is always open

[faelles]

random moriarty edits

#dead is the new sexy. / moriarty. #UM #bitch he #he bleached his hair and im ? obsessed ? #like um #ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #this whole look... whew #WH E W