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coyotesteeth​:

"It is bad for your health to drink two pots of coffee a day?'

“Naw, two of ‘em’s alright—” There’s a small buffering symbol that pops up right between the eyes. “Wait a sec— pots? Y’tryin’ to stay awake till next year?”

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Hannibal 1.01 Apéritif

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huntershowl​:

BONES CRACKED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF CARBON FIBER as hellhound locked her target into a chokehold and squeezed until his neck snapped, her head tilted back to avoid his pathetic scrabbling arms. the body crumpled to the ground with a muffled thud –– last one, thank christ, and arguably the least bloody of her kills tonight.  what could she say? it was an outlet.  the other bitch was never meant to be a partner. as far as hellhound knew, the entire lot had to be wiped out, and group jobs meant no sniper rifle; hence the up-close-and-personal murder. but she didn’t expect another party to be interested in these particular targets. it called into question which of her employer’s rivals had received the same intel, until she saw who it was: boone, one of lionel’s coworkers.  concerning. but not her problem right now. he was losing his shit, teeth sharpened into fangs and a bloodrage in his eyes that she recognized from the mirror on nights the hound howled. fuck. ❝ really? now? ❞ she snapped, whirling towards him as he visibly shook with the effort of keeping himself together.  perhaps if she were anyone else, hellhound would be sympathetic. but she’d just murdered six people without a twinge of remorse; at least, that was what she told herself. in truth, something did stir underneath the numbness when she looked at him. a sense of familiarity, if nothing else.  ❝ fine. ❞ in one fluid movement, hellhound slipped into a fighting stance and raised her arms, taking note of boone’s openings so that she could deliver nonlethal strikes. probably best to avoid killing lionel’s… colleague, friend, whatever the fuck he was.

Something akin to a pathetic warble was pressed out. An affirmation that, yes, really – right now. Or rather, within the very near future. He’d be damned to not try and keep the frenzy at bay, but it’s a battle he’s bound to lose with this much carnage around. 

Shit, his throat’s horribly dry. 

The corners of his lips drew back in an attempted smile. All that showed was a grimace, a twisted resignation that the bore fangs as it became impossible to not salivate. “Many.. thanks.” Two measly words before the coherent conversation was rendered useless. A slight shift in the reddened eyes, darkened in hue and blown wide. 

Then he was off. 

Bushel wasted no time and bound straight at the other. She was still standing. Still fresh unlike the bodies that littered the stained ground. 

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She smelled like an apple.

VANESSA KIRBY as Martha Weiss in PIECES OF A WOMAN (2020) dir. Kornél Mundruczó.

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OMARI HARDWICK as Vanderohe in ARMY OF THE DEAD (2021) dir. Zack Snyder

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“And I have noted that when she does arrive, my heart is like a leaf borne over a rock by rapidly moving water.”  ‘Every morning I wake up and I think that I never want to be far from you.’

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With our family, William, everything is business.

1.04 'Dissonance Theory'

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don’t be so english. let’s fuck in the shower.

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DOWNLOADING… [ EDIT ]

@huntershowl . only mutuals may interact 

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snatch: 5/∞

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Vanessa Kirby by Scott Trindle for Harper’s Bazaar , 2020.

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PIECES OF A WOMAN (2020) dir. Kornél Mundruczó

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Luke Pasqualino as Albert Hill in Snatch s2e1.

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right in the guts. angst sentences.

“It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?”

“Why can’t you just learn to let the fuck go.”

“Did it over occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?”

“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”

“Let go of my hand.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Why are you — saying all these things —”

“You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”

“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”

“I never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.”

“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“If anything, you were a fucking waste of time.”

“I just don’t feel anything anymore.”

“Looking at you I see nothing but something I need to put an end to.”

“Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.”

“Is this even going anywhere?”

“Why can’t we just talk about it —”

“Does it ever occur to you that I am done talking? That I am done with reflecting upon my words and action? Can’t you just take a fucking hint that I’m done with you? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“We’re through. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“You were broken to begin with.”

“How am I supposed to ‘love you’ when I never had feelings to being with.”

“Haha, I don’t know who gave you THAT idea, but we’re not an item. We never were.”

“I’d like for you to leave now.”

“Just get out. Get out and leave me alone.”

“Why are you — saying all these things??? Where did they come from???”

“If you never were happy to begin with, how come you never told me?! I would have listened, I would have helped —”

“I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

“You’re damaged goods and I can’t find the patience to take on you as a project.”

“You’re the kind of crazy I don’t want to deal with.”

“Lately you’ve become a burden, and I can’t handle it anymore.”

“If you’d just leave me alone, that’d be great.”

“Oh come on, the second we got to know each other, the due date were already set on us. We were never meant to last forever. Our relationship had a deadline, and now we’re at it; so, what you gonna do?”

“This is all on you.”

“Save your tears. I’m done here.”

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Blood flows for blood (close up)