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ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE BEEN HERE JESUS

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       “I SUFFER FROM AVIOPHOBIA. 

                     IT MEANS FEAR OF DYING IN SOMETHING THAT FLIES!”                                                                                                               a·vi·o·pho·bi·a                                                     noun,  psychiatry                             1. fear of flying in an airplane or other aircraft.                                                            ☆ ☆ ☆                                         indie dr. leonard ‘bones’ mccoy                                             selective ● private ● 18+                                                         by casey                                                           ☆ ☆ ☆ 

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You can suffocate evil. Starve it. Lock it behind bars. But it will find a way to come back, even stronger. There’s only one true way to end evil. To finish it for good. Let the Devil out.

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Oh, the ribs, don’t forget the ribs! Let’s not forget those!

for jdrox, failfleet, umefurikake, and fearourfourthline!

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Sinday! Send me some dirty anons!

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DEAR MOTHER, I AM A HANGMAN’S NOOSE.  I AM A HANGMAN’S NOOSE.

( I AM THE PLACE WHERE TOO MANY GOOD MEN HAVE GONE TO DIE. )

–––––––––––– private James Barnes, @diisarmed, blended canon, adapted by Jackie ( insp. )

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                If I feel god judging me                               I fell into the water, now I’m free

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Tell me about the book you’re reading while I kiss your neck

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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* sleep starters

‘ did you get any sleep last night? ’

‘ you need rest. ’

‘ you talk in your sleep. ’

‘ it’s four in the morning. why are you still up? ’

‘ i’ll be right here when you wake up. ’

‘ every time i close my eyes, i see it. over and over again. ’

‘ wake up! it’s only a dream! ’ 

‘ i have tea. will that help you sleep? ’ 

‘ i’m so tired… but i have to stay awake. ’

‘ it was just a dream? ’

‘ you need a nap. ’

‘ time for bed. no ifs, ands, or buts. ’

‘ it was just a dream. ’

‘ don’t worry. i’ll keep the monsters away tonight. ’

‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’

‘ you haven’t slept in days. do you want to talk about it? ’

‘ i had a bad dream. is it okay if i sleep in here? ’

‘ i’ll go to bed when i’m ready, so fuck off. ’

‘ i’m. not. sleepy. ’

‘ you’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep. ’

‘ could you stay with me – just until i fall asleep? ’

‘ there’s no one else here. it was all a bad dream. ’

‘ you’re spilling milk all over the table. ’ 

‘ c’mon, lazybones. you’ve slept enough. ’

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ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs—ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ!

ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 20 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ—ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ɪs! ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴛs 30. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢs—ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs 30+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏ ᴜs “ᴏʟᴅɪᴇs” ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!

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Hey, you. Yes, you. Send me anons. Make it about whatever you want. Just send one.

No really. Send one. Or two. Or three. Whatever.

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jack.

          It’s funny — if Matt had said these things to him two years ago, before Jack knew he was the man in the mask and before he knew who he was sent to kill, he probably would have laughed it off.  “ It didn’t used to bother me — all of that. They saved my life, didn’t they? Dad would’ve killed me, eventually. At least here I wasn’t useless. I was good for something. I never thought about the people I killed. I never wondered who they were because it didn’t matter. ”  He does laugh then — a little hysterical, mostly tired. Jack lets Matt take the cigarette from his fingers, hands beginning to shake again.

“ I kind of feel like I should hate you for that, ”  he admits.  “ Because none of this bothered me until you came along and now—” He rubs his face for a moment, then turns to watch the city lights. From here he can see the cars drifting along the streets, the distant twinkle of neon signs and windows. He finds it soothing on nights he can’t sleep. He lets Matt wrap an arm around him and lays a head against his shoulder.  “ I guess it’s a good thing I’m not Catholic, ”  he manages finally.  “ Think I’m still definitely going to hell someday, though. ”

He hates this, having to confront everything. He could have gone his entire life not questioning who he was or what he had been doing this entire time if Matt hadn’t shown up and ruined everything. He could have lived out the rest of his days seeing his life as perfectly fine and normal. Now it’s like someone’s taken a hammer to that wall around him and he can make out something through the cracks.

He’s never slept well, but he sleeps less now than he used to.

“You’re allowed to hate me, you know...”  Matthew murmured as he turned to press his lips into Jack’s hair, inhaling the honeyed scent of him, the warmth copper and zinc, and hints of shampoo and sweat.  “I won’t blame you for hating me.”  his words were muffled by the crown of Jack’s head.  In a way, Matt felt as if he were partly to blame for Jack’s mess now.  Two years ago, everything Jack knew (and now it made sense) was turned upside down.  Two years ago, without so much as a warning, he and Jack went from lovers to enemies to strangers as they went separate ways faster than the wind could hit their sails.

Matt regretted every second of it.  Jack was doing what he was told to do, trained to do.  Matt was a threat, everyone believed it at the time -- Daredevil was dangerous.

“It’s okay, I’m Catholic enough for the both of us.  And if you go to hell, that’s okay, I’m the devil,” A smirk crossed his lips as he pushed another kiss into the crown of his head.  He can still feel the air around Jack’s hands trembling, his hands shaking.  Matt takes his hand into his own and kisses his knuckles gently, the smell of nicotine still on his fingers.

“Want to do something for me?”  He asked, turning to just lean against him.  Maybe if he can take his mind off of things, he’d tremble a little less, “Tell me what the night sky looks like?  Like.  The skyline...the stars if we can see any....be my eyes for me?”

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intimacy . // meme .