#except frank?

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[chudkeyway]

la vierge aux anges

[charmac]

The through-line of this Season already being present...

[digitulart]

too bad they cut these scenes for runtime

i am lying to you these were never even conceptualized in the show. ANYWAYS i started drawing these 2 months ago cause i wanted to see what @/OmegaBlackArt's demon designs looked in the canon style. i totally fumbled the style but just pretend i got it right ok

i made it so that molochs personality and the hosts personality were combined. the backgrounds were half drawn by me and half edited in backgrounds from the show itself

[mellybeanking]

Mel doesn’t notice Langdon’s looks until she’s treating a chatty middle school girl with a head injury who all of the sudden becomes silent and flustered and flushed when Frank pops in the room. Mel is concerned about these new symptoms until the girl comments on how hot that doctor was, and then Mel has to sit and think about it for a minute before she determines that, yes, Dr. Langdon is objectively handsome.

[visenyaism]

I started reading dune recently partially due to your posts about it and am concerned to discover that it compels me.

Dune is viscerally compelling without being traditionally good. It insists on its own sprawling importance but is starkly detached from emotion in a way that feels almost mythological in tone. Every single point of view blurs into each other until it feels like they’re actors in a play on their thousandth run of this thing. All the thoughts just read like asides to the audience. The narrative literally says you, look: what is about to happen is so important that it is gradually grinding the humanity of every character involved to dust under its weight. Captivating.

[lucius-i-ran]

I know that it is canonically impossible because a) malnourishment during the most crucial part of your puberty has consequences, actually and b) Will is a close relative of the Empire State Building at age 15 but I actually like the hc where Nico grows to be a little taller than everyone.

[ghostlypawn]

MELISSA KING + FRANK LANGDON ↳ LONELY HEART [5SOS]

[the-pope-offical]

who ya gonna call

ghostbusters

[cryoverlife]

The Seven’s sexualities are as followed:

Leo: hot people (pretty much everyone), he definitely had a crush on everyone on Argo 2 like once even if it was for five seconds

Piper: Who Knows At This Point, anyone can be pretty as long as they aren’t jerks

Jason: thought he was straight and is now suffering cause he’s friends with Leo and Piper (not cause he has crushes on them but because they enjoy shattering his world view by asking him if he thinks *insert random person* is hot)

Bonus for Jason: might have a crush on Leo

Percy: Annabeth, not actually but he has her so he doesn’t actually care about finding out.

Annabeth: suffering (refers to the entire paragraph in MOA where Annabeth thinks about her entire love life and the only thing good about it was like three months), but also Percy cause no way he’s ever leaving her

Hazel: a poor oppressed child who didn’t even know Not Being Straight is a thing until now, has a type for the precious ones.

Frank: honestly the straightest one of the group but at this point nobody actually knows

[holylulusworld]

No exceptions (1)

Summary: He likes your guts and your cake.

Pairing: Mobster!Frank Castle x Baker!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mafia business, threats

No exceptions masterlist

More. More. More. They are always coming back for more.

No matter what you do. No matter how hard you try. There is no end to it.

Everyone wants their pound of flesh. Or rather, your money. There’s barely anything left for you to survive.

“Miss, the boss hates waiting,” the thug or racketeer, as the other shop owners call the guy standing in your little bakery, grunts. He holds out his hand, waiting for you to pay them for, well, nothing. If they’d offer protection, you’d happily pay for their service. “No exceptions.”

You’re already struggling and don’t know if your bakery will still exist next month.

“I can’t pay you more. People buy less and less these days,” you plead, looking at the ruthless and cold-hearted man who tries to press more money out of you for his boss. “I already paid you two days ago. Now you want more?”

“Boss said protecting costs,” the man replies, with a shrug. “No exceptions. Everyone must pay more fees today.”

You harrumph. Enough is enough.

“You don’t get it, huh?” You don’t know how you found the guts to put your hands on your hips and glare at the bastard demanding more money. “I can’t give you what I don’t have.”

“You’ll find the money if you only try hard enough.” He steps closer to the counter, glancing at the cupcakes, muffins, and cakes. “You have enough money to buy ingredients and sell your sweet treats.”

You huff and shake your head. “The costs for rent and my ingredients are over the top. You want money from me. The bank wants money from me. I must pay taxes. It feels like everyone tries to suck me dry.”

He chuckles at your choice of words before he says, “You’ve got a way with words, sweet cheeks. Still, you gotta pay.” He puts his gloved hands on the counter, impatiently tapping his fingers.

“My fridge has been empty for months, just like my stomach. I haven’t made ends meet since you started to force me to pay you for nothing. I can’t sleep because of debts, and the worry that you will kill me because I can’t pay you is eating me up!”

You throw your hands up before grabbing a cupcake to hand it to the thug. “Here you go. This is the last cupcake I ever baked. You made it. Whatever your plans are with my bakery, good luck. I’ll close it right here and now.”

He furrows his brows.

“I mean it.” You purse your lips. “I’m just done waiting for a nameless man to show up and threaten to hurt me if I don’t pay him!”

“Name’s Frank,” he casually says before stuffing the cupcake in his mouth. Frank chews loudly as you just stare at him.

“Fine, I got a name now. This doesn’t change a thing. I still can’t pay you,” you sniff and point toward the cash register. “I sold one cupcake today, that’s all. Do you want the five bucks I made?”

You open the cash register to throw the five bucks at Frank. He laughs and easily catches the money.

“Hmm…that’s not much,” he says, a smirk on his lips. “How about I help you get more customers, and you pay me for my service?”

“What? I… What?” You furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll be back soon, sweet cheeks,” he says and places the five bucks on the counter. “Next time, I want something even sweeter.”

Frank winks at you before turning to leave your bakery.

“What?”

“Tomorrow, your bakery will be full of customers…” He says, and you swallow thickly.

Does he mean what he says? How can he be sure that there will be more customers tomorrow?

Part 2

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[tiredandoptimistic]

Radar really is in such an interesting position relative to the 4077. The rest of them are doctors. Hawkeye frequently bemoans his role as "weapons repair" and is clearly uncomfortable with fixing people up so they can go back and get shot, but he's still fundamentally only engaging with the war as a healer. When he's off duty (and even while he's working), Hawkeye is able to focus his energy on "the war against the war" by throwing parties and pulling pranks. He takes every opportunity to show his disrespect for the whole military machine, and only plays by their rules when it goes along with his moral imperative to heal the dying.

Radar, on the other hand, is the motor that keeps MASH running. He helps Hawkeye and the others with their schemes, but he also has to be the one to deal with the fallout. When Hawkeye gets his shift as "Commander Pierce," Radar is the one frantically trying to get him to actually fill out the required paperwork, because Hawkeye's "this is dumb and I won't engage with it" attitude to the army doesn't work for someone in an organizational position. The rest of them turn up their noses at army bureaucracy, but Radar is the one to understand how it all works and get them what they want despite the layers of red tape. He has to be the guy delivering bad news and sneaking around to steal people's stoves, and he isn't choosing to do it but it still has to get done. He's the one who announces incoming choppers, meaning that he basically always has to be the person to spoil everyone else's day. Fun's over, Radar's here. His name is literally a direct symbol of his role as a harbinger. He isn't the one responsible though. If he wasn't there to sound the alarm, there'd be just as many wounded and even less time to prepare.

He's got a bit of separation between himself and the casualties (unlike the doctors who are literally digging around in blood and guts for twelve hours at a time), but his position as company clerk means that he's also unable to truly clock out. Radar literally sleeps in his office, because it's his entire life. He's always going to be the guy with a foot in reality who tempers the officers' wackiness. Even when he got offered a ticket home, his first instinct was to turn it down because he didn't think that the 4077th could function without him.

This is significant to me because of how it reflects on the characters role in the war overall. Hawkeye is able to act like he's separate from the military, but he's sometimes forced to reckon with the fact that he's a cog in the machine like everyone else. Radar is often forced to serve as the hand of the army in the 4077th, but his job of keeping things running smoothly does just as much to save lives as any of the doctors. They're all soldiers who have to play by the army's rules to some extent if they want to keep anybody safe.

[science-hoes]

Employees of the Pitt when asked to take their badge photos

[r-u-b-y-18]

My Chem edging all the European fans is actually really funny to me

[bensoloren]

mel being touch averse with everyone except langdon is something so special to me