#chrime

[roadtophantom]

Yang Chenxiuyi as Christine

[lostinmac]

The Last Stop in Yuma County (2023)

Dir. Francis Gallupi

[st0rmy-fr]

@tanija-fr

they are girlfriends

[fourphoenixfeathers]

Lov e being awake at night and seeing your notification and going “hmmm yes regular activities continue on”

A

Can't tell if I'm being called out for being up late, if we're sleepy nodding at each other in eye hurty solidarity, or both

I'm gonna. Go sleep.

[britsgovernmentmh]

it just us shoving the contents to the people in the server

shoutout to the people working for hours on content that only gets ten notes. i’m kissing you tenderly on the forehead as we speak

[archangel-dormiens]

Please note the date stamp on this photo. And for the love of God, somebody troutslap the upper management of Dollar Tree for attempting to summon Mariah Carey this early.

[tasakesi]

i wish we had more dark and gritty tv shows that got popular and stayed the same. these days the first season is good and once it gets more well known, it turns into some goofy shitfest. im tired! i dont want marvel humor!!! stop ruining characters!!! STOP!!!

[yusukeswaifu]

(idk why it got set as mature warning???) anyways heres my fit to go chrimes shopping with my bestie at a boring mall lol

[pepsimaxolotl]

pssst Pix.

You can with xkit rewritten :3

A Tumblr feature I would actually like

Yknow how on mobile you can quick reblog but tap-holding on the reblog button? I would like a setting that makes it so when you quick reblog it puts it in your queue instead.

[schnuckiputz]

look, hear me out: mr & mrs smith/john wick au

the harringtons have been managers of the continental since its establishment in the 1800s. they've kept their status thanks to strategicly placed alliances and a certain level of ruthlessness. evey heir to the dynasty works in the business to hone their craft and to get contacts.

as the current heir, steve has been working as a contract killer for years already. he is good at it, has a knack for infiltration, knows how to manipulate, and give people a false sense of security. but he also hates the job, is too kind, too soft-hearted. when a job with shitty intel gives him the chance to go out in a blaze of glory, he takes it and fakes his death. still, the job leaves him with near complete hearing loss in one ear and migraines.

he has used the last years to stash away money and equipment, so he spends the first months of his newfound freedom to track down stashes, establish a new identity, and just...be. on his travels, he stumbles across an old box club that's falling apart and thinks "yes, this."

steve tracks down the owner, agrees to a considerable payment, and gets to work. he focuses on building community, gives teenagers a healthy outlet, and teaches self-defense classes. that's how he meets robin, who got thrown out by her parents when she was outed. he gives her a room in the apartment above the club and lets her man the front desk. and that's also how he meets the party because lucas takes an interest in boxing and can not be separated from his friends. so while steve teaches lucas how to fight, the other kids hang around, doing homework and shittalking.

one day, steve agrees to take the kids to a book signing for the newest instalment in a fantasy book series they obsess over. there, he meets eccentric author eddie munson, and it's lust on first sight for both of them. lust becomes infatuation, becomes love. they move in together, get engaged.

eddie travels a lot for work: book signings, research, etc... and steve is fine with that, appreciates the time he gets to spend on his club and the little family he has built.

but then, one day, he comes home, and their place is trashed. furniture is overturned and broken, there is blood everywhere, in the kitchen he finds two dead operatives. operatives in uniforms he knows like the back of his hand: his parents have found him, have found eddie, and taken him.

in the bedroom is a third operative, alive enough for some little mild torture to find out where they took his boy.

when the kids started hanging around, he got rid of most of his gear. so he calls up two old contacts/friends: jonathan and argyle, who live on a massive range and keep his biggest stash in one of their barns. (unbeknownst to all of them, steve has been spending quite a few hours every week with jonathan's little brother will.) they both worked as killers for years until they decided to retire. now they mostly deal in information and ressources.

he gears up and goes on the hunt.

what he doesn't know: eddie is not, in fact, a writer or, at least, not entirely. he's a thief, one of the best in the business. eddie has been doing this kind of work long enough to know about the assassin guild, to know the major players, but he never met the harrington's and has no idea that his sweet fiance is in fact heir to one of the most influential families. eddie's so-called research trips were for jobs, not for research. but unfortunately for eddie, one of his jobs took him too close to the harrington's, and they took out a contract on him. they tracked him down and took him back to new york to get him to cough up the location of the stolen goods. unfortunately, eddie already unloaded the goods to the buyers, a powerful chrime syndicate. and he knows: the moment the harringtons find out, he is dead.

eddie doesn't make it easy for them, talks circles around them for days, until harrington sr looses his patience and is about to cut his losses, when the lights go out and half the place goes up in flames. for the first time in years, harrington sr comes face to face with his son. the son that supposedly died.

steve makes a deal with the devil: the stolen goods for eddies live. he will get disowned but he will get to keep the life he built for himself.

it's a suicide mission, but steve is motivated. he succeeds, with help from jonathan and argyle who come in guns ablazing at the end and get him out.

after, they go back to their place. they clean up. rebuilt. and they relearn each other, this time with no secrets between them. and they are happy.

[deathlywounded]

Man, Tian knows how to stitch cause he's ready to stitch his own wounds when needed since ever. Neat work. It's likely that it was Cheng himself who taught him. I love these details, giving a dark undertone even to the soft/funny moments. Old is a master in subtlety when it comes to reminding you that this is still a story embedded in the chrime scenne and shady stuff.

It's like a little piece of glass that you cannot remove from the flesh. It will bring you back to earth in the most lighthearted moments.

I am also amazed by the very gesture of using a resource born of hatred and painful discipline to use it in pursuit of what is loved. Like Tian embroidering a silly heart (but overall, fixing) on the torn pants of the person he loves, with the same techniques he was told to survive.

[majeoeje]

Only your love redeems me

Chlorinde x reader

In my last words. I love you

"It was foretold. It was my destiny" you say in a sing song voice as you drew your blade in a sickeningly calm matter, it made her tremble in anguish.

Clorinde bit the inside of her cheek as she felt her anger bubbling from the pit of her stomach

"To massacre countless of people were your destiny!!?!" never ever had Chlorinde raised her voice at you but she screamed as she was filled with rage

Seeing this moment happen before her very eyes made yesterday felt nothing but a distant dream..

..

.

"What about this one?" You pointed to a scar on Clorinde's upper arm, it seems to resemble a star in the way it's shaped, small lines of skin reacing outward at 5 almost even in different direction

"You were there remember? When we met that drunk man who stabbed me with a unique screw

"Oh yeah! He was kinda cuckoo, i can't believe he left you injured like that" you reminiced.

"Such coincidence he had to challenge me in a duel in order to proof his honor" you traced the scar once again with a blank expression on your face "he should've faced trial instead." You laughed halfheartedly "because there was no way i'd let him live after that"

The expression on your face leaves a sour taste in Clorinde's tounge

"My love, i don't think i need to remind you. We are duelist. Not murderers" the air shifted from lighthearted moment to a serious one, she loved you but sometimes she was concerned about how this occupation had twisted your morale

"I know dearest, forgive me. I was just joking"

You placed kisses on Clorinde's hand, kissing her unpleasant feelings away. it was rough with scars that had adorned it. Though every scar in your occupation are a badge of victory when it comes to fighting people for a living

That's right. You were a duelist. Not a murderer. But sometimes an uncomfortable feeling would surge in Clorinde's chest seeing the satisfaction in your face in each and every one of your victory.

She wonders if truly, you had crossed that thin line between duty and truly psychotic.

But she is no saint nonetheless. More lives had died in the palm of hers hands than yours. No matter how much she hates every second of it. No matter how much she washes all the blood that stained her fingertips, it would never be fade away

It stripped her of her humanity and made her feel like nothing but a killing machine.

Though in this dimlited room you admired her like noneother, her cold and muddied hands caressed by yours as you uttered sweet words in her ear as if she didn't just killed another man just this afternoon. Trutfully you were two sides of the same coin

"I love you" you'd whispered in her ear, it left her shivered down her spine. Those words never fail to make her cold existance came to be human once more

"do you love me?" You'd asked. And it would make the woman think of thousands of ways to woo you with her answer, but she always settled with the same answer everytime

"I do love you" she'd breathed out embracing you "more than i could ever comprehend"

That's right. She couldn't ever figure out how you exactly work, with rage and hunger for revenge that so clearly lies in your heart, festering your whole soul. All these worry that lays heavy in her heart would cloud her mind day to day, but she couldn't help but brush it off. Because slightest touch of your skin would set her soul aflame. She can't help but ignore all the overloading signs

"When i have to prove my honor, i'd only want to duel you my dear"

You said it like it was just another sweet nothings that you'd whisper in her ears, as if you weren't just implying that you would commit a chrime

"Please stop saying ridiculous things" she says, worried once again capturing your face in the palm of your hands " i won't let such outcomes to happen"

"Oh my lady..." you stared in awe, almost entranced with her will, you always do

You found peace in her touch, you always had.

She was the champion duelist. She could execute you if she has to. She's stronger and much agile. It is her duty.

"You're kinder than you give yourself credit you know?" you sighed, twirling with her purple hair with your fingers

But she won't. You make her weak without even trying

Her limbs were made to embrace you, not tear you apart.

"You can't defeat me like this now can't you" she'll ignore these words like she always does choosing to close her eyes

But of course she couldn't close his eyes forever now could she

...

..

.

"Wake up chlorinde." Your voice echoes inside the arena, knocking chlorinde off her dream. Your voice sounded more strained and tired than in her memory.

You looked very different than how you used to. Dark circles that formed under your eyes, unrefined posture in your stance, and messed up hair and bloodshot eyes

Your eyes had change drastically. Something different that haunts it made it make her feel uneasy

"It's okay chlorinde"

No it's not. How could she possibly kill the love of her life? Just...how are you so calm after what you had done. Was this your plan all along? To weaken her with pretending to be in love with her?

"It was foretold. It was my destiny" you say in a sing song voice as you drew your blade in a sickeningly calm matter, it made her tremble in anguish. "Draw your blade”

Chlorinde bit the inside of her cheek as she felt her anger bubbling from the pit of her stomach

"To massacre countless of people were your destiny!!?!" never ever had Chlorinde raised her voice at you but she screamed as she was filled with rage

"It was. And i want you to stop ignoring it"

No. No no no no no no no no no NO..

Why. Just...why. she'd ask to the sky. But when she finally looks down to your eyes she'd see it drained of the rage that once drowned you. A face of someone who had lost their purpose in life.....or perhaps achived them

"Open your eyes chlorinde" you said once again.

She did. Finally acknowledging your true colors, drawing her blade

"Do you have any last words?" She asked. To you, it was her last resort to convince herself that you truly were not that bad and that you had your reasonings. Anything. To redeem yourself. So that she have a reason to hesitate

But you knew she was just looking for excuses not to kill you, it made you want to throw up at the thought of begging for your life. You knew your words could alter her mind, she would've stopped in her tracks at the mere mention of something..... anything. And surrender.

Well that's not really an exciting ending now is that? So you chose for her as you stared dead into her eyes

"I have never loved you"

To die with a lie on your lips has always been your fate

(A/N:i made this half asleep so bear with me)

[pipiteer]

finally home and ready to commit artistic chrimes

[vurelly]

It's chrimes sticker season???????

it's chrimessus sticker season uwu

[kittybugz]

mery chrimes

[sea-shelly]

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