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#casual harvey #these gifs are such a gift

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Robert and Harvey having a shouting match about Mike being a fraud in the US attorney’s office lobby just feels like a very bad idea to me.

#like why would they do that?

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Chasing Liberty (2004) dir. Andy Cadiff

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JOHN: Welcome to the business, Michael.

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It’s a delicious thought that when Harvey starts having panic attacks it’s not only because he’s triggered by Donna leaving his desk but also by Charlie seriously considering going to college on the West Coast.

#🥲🥲🥲 #charlie specter

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Hi y'all. Happy Sunday. I have had way too social of a weekend and no downtime so I have to push this week's post.

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Harvey + black button-up

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When was Mia aware her family were vampires? And how did they tell her? I’m guessing she must of been old enough not to kind of blurt it out? Like imagine at school saying , ‘well my family are vampires’ 😂

Hi! I touched on this in this post. I imagine she wasn’t too young, but that they started explaining things best as they could pretty early on.

I’m imagining what I would do if a kid came up to me and told me their family was vampires and I’d probably just be like 😅 Ok little Mia. You have such a vivid imagination.

#most kids learn don’t talk to strangers #Mia cullen learns “don’t talk about vampires in mixed company #thanks for the ask!

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Was reading through the S1E1 script for Peaky Blinders and new headcanon unlocked that Ada calls both Finn and Clara "my pigeon" as a term of endearment.

#clara shelby headcanon #little lady blinder

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trust him, he has magical foresight

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Family

Characters: Frank Castle & Teen Reader/OC (she/ her pronouns)

Prompt: heyyy so I was wondering if u could do a platonic lil Drabble for The punisher/frank castle with a teen reader with #60 for the one hundred compliments maybe like where he sees her as a daughter and she sees him as a father figure-sorry if that don’t make sense

Summary: Even after all these years and all the bad things that have come to happen in Frank Castle's life, he still maintains a connection with his army buddy's orphaned daughter, a relationship that has kept both of them a little more sane while wading through the grief of loss because they're family and that's what family does.

Content Warnings: Mention of death/ loss/ grief

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Frank’s eyes slid to the clock on the wall as she slumped into the booth across from him at the diner. She was seventeen minutes late, but that was nothing new. Frank had come to expect that she would arrive anywhere between 3 to 20 minutes late no matter what.

The kid was never on time. Her parents had been the same way—to the point that it was a running joke between the two families—and Frank sometimes wondered if she held onto that trait only because she knew it was something that tied her to them, to her mother and father. 

He’d offered to hold their regular meet up later in the day—a late breakfast or lunch, even—but she insisted on keeping the Sunday early morning time slot despite never arriving on time. Frank didn’t really mind. There was a certain bit of nostalgia to it, painful as that could be sometimes. Sad as that could be... 

Once upon a time, their group had occupied one of the corner booths, her and Frank and their families, but with Maria and the kids gone and her parents gone, too, Frank and the girl were all that was left.

Frank had already ordered her breakfast, knowing her preferences well-enough to ask the waitress for an order of french toast with bacon and—

“Mmmm Coffee,” she nearly moaned, reaching out for the steaming mug before she even finished getting settled in the booth. Frank figured it was his bad influence that had the girl craving it with that sort of vigor—enjoying it black, only—unlike most of the kids her age who seemed to prefer the near-religious consumption of Starbucks-branded sugar and cream with a splash of coffee rather than the other way around. 

Her mother would probably have killed Frank for encouraging the habit. He didn’t imagine she’d be drinking it if her parents were still alive, but there were plenty of things that fit that category. Coffee was probably the least concerning of them, but the only role models she had in her life these days—Frank and her Aunt—were both caffeine fiends, so he didn't fault the girl one bit in that regard. 

“You look like shit,” she said, an eyebrow quirked as she eyed Frank over the top of her cup.

It was the truth—Frank was sporting a nasty bruise on his face that looked like it hurt, but he didn’t take the bait, scrutinizing her from across the table instead.

Frank reached out for his own coffee cup. “And you look like you never made it home last night.” 

She glanced down at her outfit—a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and slides that all very clearly didn’t belong to her. Her options had been limited when she’d reluctantly pulled herself from her short slumber. Her choices had been to either force herself back into last night’s homecoming dress and heels or to raid her date’s drawers, and she hadn’t been too interested in getting back into the dress to ride the train before 6 am. 

She stayed quiet as Frank sipped from his coffee.

“So uh…Vic knows about your little sleepover?” Frank asked into the quiet between them.

She shrugged, reaching for the maple syrup and drowning her french toast. Her Aunt Victoria was an ER nurse and she was working a double this weekend so she wouldn’t be home until mid-afternoon. She had texted with her throughout the dance the night before and after, sending a text that said ‘Night. I’m going to sleep xoxo.’ It technically hadn’t been a lie. She just hadn’t been going to sleep in her own bed.

She focused on cutting her food into bite sized pieces, well-aware that Frank was watching her every move, trying to figure something out about her without having to ask. He leaned back against the booth suddenly and cleared his throat.

“So are you dating this kid?”

She had a feeling Frank already knew the answer and just wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“So, uh…” she started, with no intention of confirming or denying anything. “What happened to your face, Frank?” She pointed at him with a forkful of french toast. “Looks like it hurts.” 

Frank snorted as she chewed on a bite. It did hurt, but that was beside the point.

“What’s the kid’s name?” 

“Who?” she asked, spearing another bite with her fork. “The guy that hit you?" She took a bite, shrugging. "I don’t know, Frank. You tell me.”

“Don’t try to be cute, kid.” 

“I don’t need to try to be cute,” she answered. “It comes quite naturally.” 

“Alright, enough. Just tell me your…” Frank paused for a moment, thinking. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? She’d never really expressed any sort of preference one way or another. Or at least, she hadn’t expressed it to him, and Frank knew better than to assume. “Tell me your... special friend’s name,” he said.

She resisted the urge to laugh at the term, closing her eyes to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “No,” she said before shoveling another bite in her mouth.

“So you are dating, then? There is someone special?” 

“No…” she started, holding out the word, her cheeks heating as she realized he’d caught her. “I—It’s not—Why does it even matter?” 

“Because you’re not supposed to be dating.” 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “According to who?” 

Her aunt didn’t have rules about that type of thing. The woman barely had any rules at all. She kept her grades up and she stayed out of trouble, and there was very little guidance given to her outside of that. Frank tried to guide her from afar, to put in his two cents when he could, but his sphere of influence was a bit limited these days, considering most of the world thought he was dead. Their connection was somewhat confined to occasional phone calls and these semi-regular breakfasts. It wasn’t like he could enforce much from that standpoint. 

“I thought your stance was no dating until sixteen?” She raised her eyebrows in question. 

She didn’t just think that was his stance. She knew it because Frank and Maria had said it often enough about Lisa and Frank Jr., and her parents had been what she considered way more strict than the two of them.

Her dad had always said she could date after she had her high school diploma in hand and not a moment sooner. She’d always thought Maria and Frank seemed like cooler parents because of it…much more reasonable, not that the matter of her dating was anything more than theoretical back then. The idea of dating hadn’t even really been on her mind at the time. She had been just a kid when her parents passed away.  

“I’m seventeen now, in case you’ve forgotten,” she added, though Frank couldn’t forget. He remembered her birth because she’d been born shortly before him and her dad returned from a tour. The guys had all been nearly as excited to meet the new kid as they had been to see their own families. 

“Yeah, well, I owe it to your dad to at least try and honor his wishes,” Frank answered. 

How many of their conversations over the last five years had been because of that, an attempt to honor her parents and their wishes? Because they weren't here to ask the questions, or enforce their rules? Because they weren't here to encourage her to be patient, to make sure she was being smart and safe and all of the things Frank imagined a parent of a teenager was meant to do?

And over the last three years, how much of what he said and did where she was involved was because Lisa and Frank Jr. weren’t here, too? For years, she’d called him Uncle Frank, thought of him just the same way she did all of her dad’s army buddies. She wasn’t technically his kid, but at the same time, she was... 

“And it’s my…duty…to make sure you’re being safe.”

She choked on her coffee, struggling to keep it in her mouth as she sensed where the conversation was going.

“To make sure—”

“No,” she shook her head, heat blazing in her cheeks at the mere thought of discussing the birds and the bees with Frank. It was too early in the morning for this. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not having this conversation. Aunt Vic is a nurse and I’m not an idiot, okay? End of discussion.” 

Frank snorted, his body shaking with a bit of laughter. “Glad to hear it, though that wasn’t what I meant.” 

She grabbed for her coffee, just to have something to do, pulling it towards her lips though she waited to take a sip, not knowing where the conversation was going and not wanting to risk spitting coffee across the table.

“I just meant you have to be careful with who you trust,” he said. “I wouldn’t want something to happen to you, is all. For you to get hurt…"

Frank fiddled with his untouched silverware, straightening it on the placemat before meeting her eye. “They’re a good person?” 

She sighed, leaning back into the cushions as she finally took the sip she’d been delaying. The waitress came to offer a refill and they both accepted, silent as she poured their coffees. 

“Yes,” she allowed once the woman stepped away, her voice softening. “He’s a good person, Frank.” 

Frank nodded. “Good. That’s good.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Your aunt has met this kid?” 

She nodded. “We’ve already done all the awkward ‘meet the family’ stuff. Aunt Vic was a menace as I’m sure you can imagine. Dad would’ve been pleased.” 

"Good." Frank smiled. “Someone’s gotta be.” 

They both sipped at their coffees in silence and she watched as Frank became occupied looking out the window, tracking the movements of passersby in their surroundings. 

“I wish I could introduce him to you.” 

Frank turned his gaze to her, a bit surprised by the words. It wouldn’t ever happen—it couldn’t because of everything that had gone down. Technically, Frank Castle didn’t exist. Not even Vic knew that he was alive and having breakfast with her niece. "Really?"

“Of course I wish you could meet him. You’re family, Frank.” The way she said it made it sound like an obligation and seeing that fact settle on Frank’s face, she added, “I’m happy to have you as my family. Lucky.” 

Frank nodded, the hint of a smile there on his face. “I'm lucky to have you too, kid.”

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“I know you’re afraid but you can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“I know you’re afraid, but you can’t hide in this closet forever.”

Billy’s words were muffled, and Lenny wiped at her wet eyes before pushing the door aside to see her brother-in-law's best friend standing there in his suit and tie, all sleek and out of place in the dainty pink bedroom she’d shared with Maria until her sister had married and moved in with Frank a little over a year ago. 

She felt silly, sitting there with her knees pulled to her chest on the closet floor surrounded by her clothes and the ones Maria had left behind, with boxes of old teddy bears and school papers and knick knacks to her left. If Lenny’s wasn’t hurting so much, she might’ve been embarrassed for Billy to find her there, crying and hiding away like a child when she was supposed to be getting ready for her grandmother’s funeral.

But Billy didn't make her feel stupid or small or childish or even ashamed.

"I don't like funerals," Lenny offered, not confirming or denying that it was fear holding her there in the closet, even though it was—fear, and a whole bunch of other complicated emotions that made her stomach hurt.

“I know," Billy said, glancing at his watch—Maria had asked him to come up and check on her, to move her along so they wouldn't be late, but they had plenty of time before they needed to leave for the church, time enough to hide out in a closet for a bit longer. "They suck. Any room in there for me?”

Billy thought it was perhaps a brave question to ask since Lenny had been a little bit unbearable to be around since her grandmother’s passing, taking her unfiltered emotions out on her sister and her brother-in-law, and even her young niece, but Billy saw through all that, and when Lenny didn’t tell him no—when she didn’t say anything, actually—he squeezed himself down into the small space beside her, his long legs and shiny black shoes hanging out through the open door.

And once he settled, Billy didn't say anything else. They were both quiet for a long time, Billy’s nearness as they sat shoulder to shoulder nothing more than a comforting presence as Lenny worked on controlling her breath and stifling the tears, as if doing the physical work of appearing okay would smother the pain, but it didn't. It only made her feel tired as she released her legs so they stretched out beside Billy’s and she lay her head on his shoulder.

Lenny’s eyes were closed when Maria lowered to the floor in front of them nearly an hour later. She was already dressed in her scarf and peacoat, a fond look on her face even if it was clear she’d been crying, too, her beautiful face a bit blotchy and her eyes rimmed with red. Maria closed a gentle hand around her sister’s ankle and Lenny startled awake, forgetting where she was for a moment, forgetting she was asleep in a closet with Billy.

“Hey,” Maria said, her voice gentle. “It’s almost time, but if you want to stay here, I’m sure—”

“I can stay with her, Maria,” Billy confirmed from his spot beside her as he stretched out a little, releasing the stiffness in his body, “though if I’m being honest, I think we might have to move out of the closet,” he continued, nudging Lenny’s side.

The hint of a smile graced Lenny’s lips before she shook her head, wiping at her eyes again.

"No, no, I'm coming," Lenny said. She could do this—face this funeral—even if she was scared, even if she wanted to stay in the closet and sleep through the whole thing. She had barely slept in days and she hadn't realized it until now, until she got a taste of what she'd been missing.

By the time Lenny finally stopped rubbing her eyes, Maria was on her feet offering a hand down to her which Lenny took, pulling herself up as she accepted her sister’s hug.

Billy waited for Lenny after Maria went downstairs to find Frank, lingering by the door as she gathered her coat and shoes.

“You’ll be here all day, right?” Lenny asked as she slipped into her boots, suddenly made to feel tired once again by what the question implied, that there were hours left to endure before this terrible day was over—the church services and the burial and the repast back here at the house all stood ahead of her. 

“All day,” Billy confirmed as he tugged Lenny to his side. “By dinner time, you’ll be begging your sister and Frank to kick me out,” he continued as he lifted a hand to muss up her hair, a hand which Lenny quickly shoved away.

But come the end of the day, Lenny was asleep against Billy’s shoulder once again. This time they were on the couch in her grandmother’s living room, where she'd fallen asleep once the crowd of mourners began thinning out.

And even though Billy had done nothing special except keep an eye on her as Frank and Maria had requested, he was always close by. His nearness throughout the day was nothing more than a comforting presence to her, but it had meant everything to Lenny. It was a kindness she’d never forget.

#was just thinking about it #thought i dreamed writing this because it wasn't linked on the masterlist but i found it #it just makes me 🥲🥲🥲

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🍍 all OCs please

😂 love this one. the drama. the controversy.

🍍 Pineapple on pizza or not?

Sylvie Bridgerton - Not a thing when she's around.

Maggie Stone - Yes, the whole family loves pineapple on pizza.

Emmeline Grey - Yes! Loves to gross her siblings/ parents out by playing up how much she enjoys it.

Clara Shelby - She doesn't have pineapple on pizza until the 1970s when one of her grandchildren convince her to try it and she actually likes it.

Lenny Falconio - Nope. She thinks it's an abomination. Billy likes to tease her by insisting that it's not that bad...it's actually kind of good.

Lucy Watson - Not a fan of pizza or pineapple.

Charlie Specter - Charlie is a picky eater so that's a hard no. Both are fine separately, but even just thinking about pairing them together spikes her ick meter.

Nora Winchester - Yes, and she's also part of the gross out your siblings gang.

Elisabeth Northman - Hasn't ever tried it.

Mia Cullen - Actual president of the "eat controversial foods" to gross out your brothers and sisters club. Plus she just truly loves pineapple on pizza with her whole heart.

Alice Burke - She's a bit of a stuck up foodie thanks to her Auntie El, but pineapple on pizza is something that she's always loved because of her mom and Uncle Peter.

#this was the last OC question I'm answering for now #thank you for the ask! #pineapple on pizza #for the record i am a fan

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No matter how shitty it might feel in the moment, most of the time when someone comes to you to communicate a boundary or a need or a negative feeling about something you did, it is actually a compliment. They are telling you BECAUSE they care about you and want it to work between you and because they trust you to care to do better. If they didn't care about you, they'd just avoid you. That uncomfortable convo is in fact a declaration of love and trust. Or at least intention of friendship. If they didn't like you, they'd just try to avoid you whenever possible. They wouldn't care to have The Talk (which is often scary and uncomfortable for them also). So try to treat their trust with care, even if it really upsets you to learn that you've accidentally hurt them