#notlikepapa

[trustbitchin]

put them in the ground, one by one.

but first i gotta roll for initiative af // (ACCEPTING) - @notlikepapa

    The E Y E S seem to S N A P at him in a way that few could manage. S T U B B O R N little thing she is, D E T E S T S orders and A U T H O R I T Y. He might be B I G G E R, but she is ready to S T R I K E at any moment. The initial butting of H E A D S is staggering.

    But a D E A L had been struck. For H E will A S S I S T in her desire for V E N G E A N C E, and S H E will fulfill whatever he N E E D S. Call it...a C O M P R O M I S E, halfway happy. Facial features S O F T E N and G U A R D is released along with the over exaggerated T E N S I O N  she’s stirred within her tiny B O N E S, “Smell bad.” She N O T E S while taking in the G H A S T L Y scent of D E A T H and D E C A Y, “Hiding won’t fix it.” There must be a simpler S O L U T I O N, “We take them.” ( Or at least some of them!! )

[brckenmartyr]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KATIE!!!!!!!!

LUCY MY PUMPKIN

                                          @notlikepapa

[michaelw-a-blog]

tell me this isnt a canon conversation

[tophct--a]

notlikepapa replied to your post: @notlikepapa i see u popping in to like posts...

WELL!!!! SHE IS!!!!!!!

madison vc: hay boi

[skhism]

@notlikepapa,  cont.

“ … no . but there IS an i in fries . and i want some of your fries , therefore – ” he plucks a fry off of her plate . “ your fries are my fries . ”

         ‘ nooo you don’t. ’ bertie catches his hand with a playful smack before hopper has the chance to pull it back to his side of the table. she’d hoped she could knock the fry loose, but it comes down to the man himself. right and wrong. theft or honor. ‘ rat bastard. ’

[deamazed]

you’re gonna be okay.

meme.

           ITEM 34: CHANGE LOOK. it’s been on my list since i started forming this plan. you see, i’ve come to the conclusion, after days and nights in the shit-heap of a town, north carthage, missouri, being ignored and proverbially shat on by my cheating shit-heap husband in our uncomfortable shit-heap house, that the only way to pull this off is by changing myself entirely. but that’s what i’m good at, aren’t i? the police will find my diary, and from that, all they’ll see is a woman too naïve to see her husband’s shortcomings, or too scared to do anything about it. see this bruise? nick. don’t worry, officer! my husband would never do such a thing!

                      –  except he would. and he did. he hollowed me out to be nothing more than a ghost, a discarded thing. you see, there are sentences worse than death - being used and having every last hope, wish and dream crushed by a dense lump of shit that leaves his boxers laying on your hard-wood warrants the most extreme punishment. amy is dead. fuck nick dunne.

what do you do when your plan starts to go wrong? i’ve spent months siphoning cash here and there - not enough to be missed, but enough to get me as far away from carthage, and my husband, as possible in the pile-of-junk car i’d bought cash-in-hand from a nice craigslister redneck with a betty boop tattoo on his bicep. 

do you:     a.  give up the jig, go home, pretend nothing ever happened because there’s no way in this life you’ll ever be happy. let that useless cunt of a man win because you’re not resourceful enough to make this work. go back to being fucked over a counter by a man who can’t even see you anymore and hope that one day you’ll stop being invisible.     b.  rob a bank. who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and strut off with fifty thousand cash. worst case scenario, you end up in a cell and slam your face against the bars a few times before claiming excessive use of force against three of the guards.     c.  hustle, hustle, hustle! a buck here, a buck there. live on the poverty line and hope - and pray - that nick dies before you do, because that’s just what he deserves. cling to spare change and hope - and pray - that your luck turns around and someone leaves ten grand at a bus stop.     d.  none of the above.

answer: d.

i’m not letting nick win. instead, nancy (a new name, off the cuff, the same one used at the hide-a-way motel with the stains under the bed and the stray hair caught in the bathroom) sports a black eye and a swollen nose. nancy’s husband drinks too much and gets angry when he’s drunk. she’s scared of him, even when he’s preoccupied, watching white trash on television, and she runs because she’s stuck in this horrible situation. but nancy’s husband is also the hammer i found in the toolbox under the sink. 

i know, this is a lot to read. a lot to digest. but the best stories always are. you can infer what happened next - ending up with a sheriff in the middle of another buttfuck town in the middle of nowhere and, well. i hope you know i have a plan.

          “you know, sir - i - i hope you’re right, but every time i… i think about –” 

                   i can play that part too. the weeping, terrified, pathetic little wife from the middle of nowhere that needs a tissue before she starts sniffling onto the hem of her sleeve. please. i’ll never be that cunt, but i’ll show you who she is.

                           “i can’t - go back -”

[butmad-blog]

topic: snow

amleth  has always liked looking at snow ever since he was little,  but he’s never really been that keen on  hanging around in it,   especially since he got sick for like a week one time when he was little  after  playing around in the  snow  with yorick.   amleth  is way too frail/weak  and also  way too busy to afford to get sick like that again,   so  he  pretty much  prefers not to go out and play in the snow.    so most of the time,  when it’s snowing  and  he’s either at home at elsinore  or in his  dorm  at  wittenberg,  he’ll use he opportunity to  brew some tea and just lay in bed.   it actually makes him feel very  refreshed  and good to just  laze around  and  be  warm. 

but also,  some of the only times that you can find him out in the  snow  is when he  feels like  going ice-skating out where the ice is  really fresh and real and stuff.   but you’ll always  find him  bundled up like crazy if you do!    he’s also not really the type of dude who is interested in  making snowmen  or  doing a snowball fight or  anything like that  --  he’s more the type of person who’d prefer to  watch  ophelia or horatio  do it  while he just kinda relaxes from a warmer spot.  thank you for asking lucy !!

[spkybat]

          with  a  single  tear  in  his  eye  ,  ❛  DAD  !  ❜  //  @notlikepapa

[siseight-blog]

@notlikepapa

[trustcop]

notlikepapa

Send your url and Imma gossip about you|| @notlikepapa

Lucy and I are on our honeymoon rn

[arsnicus-archive]

GERTRUDE YORKES      and      JAMES HOPPER.          /          a study in           MISUNDERSTANDINGS,      SWEARINGS,          and           ANNOYANCE.       @notlikepapa

                  ❛           if it weren’t for the PRIDE of the stubborn, there may be more KINDNESS in the world

[resistancepirate-a]

LITERALLY WHO ???? COULD EVER HATE YOU ???? THIS MUCH TO CONSTANTLY KEEP SENDING YOU ANON HATE ???????? I DONT UNDERSTAND !!!!!!!!! I LOVE ONE (1) BEE !!!!!!!!!

YOU LITERALLY TOLD ME YOU HATED ME LIKE TWO DAYS AGO !!

[llghtsup]

call out post

i. don't normally like to call people out publically but this is just. this is beyond the scope of what i can deal with and i think everyone deserves to know what this person is capable of.

*deep breath*

@notlikepapa is literally fucking satan and is responsible for my emotional breakdown

[notstpd-a-blog]

zhumer, fuckvulgar, notlikepapa, trustcop maybe?

WHO THE HELL IS IN MY SQUAD??

honestly these are all quality ass blogs. i love each of them! the emmi ( @zhumer ), ghost ( @fuckvulgar ), jess ( @trustcop ) and lucy ( @notlikepapa ) are honestly amazing people who have such a great understanding and handle on their muses. it’s always a pleasure to see these people on my dash.

[firstloss]

firstloss asked:

"I sell hardcore drugs."

@notlikepapa answered:

“ hardcore drugs , huh ? you know that just means i’m gonna have to take you in , right ? ”

          “And lose your best scavenger in the QZ?” Sarah kept a good act, rolling her eyes and somehow managing to hide a smile. “That’d be a pretty big mistake.”

          Maybe teasing and antagonizing military personnel wasn’t her brightest idea, but she’d watched him for a while before making her move. He was nicer than the other soldiers. It was the only reason that she could keep from letting her hammering heart get to her.

          “L-look--” Sarah slipped her backpack off her shoulder and pulled the zipper. “I’ve got books, magazines, shoelaces, uhh... a couple’a old shavin’ razors... It’s not drugs, but it’s almost as good."

[fatherofmachine-a]

i am so entirely grateful for being able to drop off the face of the earth and then just start talking to you again like nothing ever happened

@notlikepapa | Anonymously send me something you’ve always wanted to tell me. New Years meme !!

OOC; WOW I cannot fathom whomst tf this is ??? what the fuck is going on man, idk ???lmao but fo real, !!!! Right back at you friendo !!  I’m so, so happy that we’ve been able to stay good friends throughout the years, no matter what blogs we make & I hope 2018 treats you well ( u know … as well as it can lmao ). I hope we can write together again some day in the future too. I LOVE YOU A LOT OK !!