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first part is such a mood

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Alexei Vronsky | Anna Karenina (2012)

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Matt Murdock vs Frank Castle

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I did what I had to do and I let the system take care of the rest- Oh, you and your goddamn system! Christ! So what now? Every day, Bullseye goes to the chow hole, eats his slop, you know he gets to breathe the same air that you breathe. You feel good about that? 

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Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

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ART IMITATES ART

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Don’t think I’m going to post body checks anymore. It keeps me on track but everytime I do. My inbox is bombarded with degenerate perverts. Men really do ruin everything.

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Weight ✅

SW:180lbs

Current: 98 lbs

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you, who opened suns in my heart

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Alice in Wonderland (1951) dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson, and Hamilton Luske

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I watched wolverine and the X-men and this was the impression I got every time with these guys

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Fire and Fury

MASTERLIST

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Summary: You’re an outlaw wanted for protecting endangered creatures. Kraven has been hired to track you down, but every time he corners you, you manage to slip away. Over time, your encounters turn into a game of passion and danger—until Kraven finds himself torn between duty and desire.

Pairing: Reader/Sergei Kravinoff

The jungle was alive with the sound of night creatures, the thick canopy above shrouding the moon in fragmented light. You moved through the underbrush with practiced ease, your breath steady despite the knowledge that he was out there—tracking you.

Kraven.

He had been hired to hunt you down, to drag you back in chains for daring to defy those in power. Your crime? Protecting creatures deemed “expendable” by the corporations that sought to wipe them from existence. The bounty on your head was high, but Kraven was not a man who hunted for money alone. He hunted for the challenge. For the thrill. And you had proven to be his most elusive prey yet.

But he had found you before. And when he did, the encounters always burned hotter than they should have.

A rustle behind you sent a jolt of awareness through your body, your instincts screaming a warning before you even turned. You pivoted just in time to avoid the snare that would have trapped your foot.

“Getting sloppy, aren’t we?”

His voice was a low purr, smooth and confident. You turned, muscles coiled in anticipation, and there he was—leaning against the trunk of a massive tree, watching you with that insufferable smirk.

“Not sloppy,” you countered, eyes locking onto his. “You just haven’t figured out how to keep me yet.”

Kraven chuckled, stepping forward, the glint of his weapons visible beneath the dim moonlight. “Oh, I could keep you if I wanted. The question is—do I want to?”

You knew the game well by now. Every time he caught you, every time he pinned you beneath him, your bodies locked in combat or tangled in something far more dangerous, he let you slip away. Whether by accident or by design, you couldn’t say. And neither of you spoke about it afterward.

Tonight would be no different.

You made the first move, lunging toward him with speed that had surprised lesser hunters. But Kraven was not lesser. He anticipated, countered, using your momentum against you. Within moments, you found yourself against the rough bark of the tree, his body pressed close, one arm braced against the trunk beside your head.

His breath was hot against your cheek.

“One of these days, I won’t let you go,” he murmured.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened. “One of these days, I might not run.”

His gaze darkened, something feral flickering in those golden eyes. And then his lips crashed against yours.

Every encounter blurred the lines further. Passion bled into rivalry, desire tangled with the hunt. Neither of you spoke of it in the daylight, yet when the night fell and your paths inevitably crossed, the hunger was undeniable.

You had begun to wonder—was he truly trying to capture you anymore, or was he simply giving himself an excuse to find you?

But the game could not last forever.

One night, as you lay tangled in sheets and moonlight, Kraven’s expression was different. The usual arrogance was gone, replaced by something almost hesitant.

“Tell me,” he said, voice rough, “who put this bounty on you?”

You frowned, shifting to study his face. “What does it matter? You were paid to bring me in, not ask questions.”

His fingers traced absently over your bare shoulder. “It matters now.”

You exhaled, staring up at the ceiling. “The Valen Syndicate. The ones pushing to expand deep into the reserves.”

Kraven’s jaw clenched. He had hunted for all kinds of people, but the Valens—he had been careful never to take work from them. They were ruthless, known for their cruelty and their willingness to use anyone as a pawn.

Including him.

The realization settled heavily in his chest. He had been used. The bounty wasn’t just about money—it was personal. And if there was one thing Kraven hated, it was being someone else’s weapon.

His eyes flicked back to you, and for the first time, he knew—this hunt had never been about capturing you.

It was about protecting you.

And this time, when you ran, he wouldn’t be chasing.

He would be fighting by your side.

The betrayal came swiftly. By the time Kraven had confronted the Valen Syndicate, they had already put their final plan into motion. They had never expected him to question the contract, but the moment he did, they retaliated.

They came for you.

The attack happened just before dawn. The hidden sanctuary where you had taken refuge exploded in flames, the creatures you had been protecting fleeing into the jungle. You fought fiercely, but they came in overwhelming numbers—too many, too well-trained. And for the first time in years, you knew you wouldn’t escape this time.

Until Kraven arrived.

He tore through them like a beast unleashed, his fury unmatched. The Valens had made a grave mistake in thinking they could use him. When the last of the mercenaries fell, you were left staring at him, chest heaving, your body bruised but alive.

Kraven stepped forward, gripping your arms, his expression fierce. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, still dazed. “You came back.”

His hands tightened slightly. “I never left.”

For the first time, you saw something deeper in his eyes. This wasn’t just about the chase anymore. It wasn’t about the thrill. It was something neither of you were ready to name, but it was there, undeniable.

And when he kissed you again, it wasn’t just fire and fury—it was something far more dangerous.

It was real.

The war against the Valens wasn’t over, but now you had something stronger than revenge or duty.

You had each other.

And for the first time, neither of you wanted to run.

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Birds of Prey dir. Cathy Yan | 2020

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KATIE MCGRATH as LUCY WESTENRA Dracula (2013–2014)

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997 - 2003) ⏤ 4.22, Restless