#the way my heart DROPPED
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feymaid · 3 months ago
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The recent zevran disrespect has honestly pissed me off so bad no one talk to me for a week.
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respectthepetty · 9 months ago
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Even while he worked in the casino, Non still wore that red bracelet.
He never took it off.
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Someone sedate me.
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lurkingindoorways · 7 months ago
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My mom: do I get the bonzo chickpea crust?
Me: banza?
My mom: oh Banza okay
Me: not you calling it bonzo, that was a jumpscare 💀
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tremendously-crazy · 5 months ago
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We, as sherlock holmes fans, are so quick to diss the casebook of s sherlock holmes, but forget entirely about this cold scene from the Retired Colourman:
"This is my friend Mr. Barker,' said Holmes. "He has been interesting himself also in your business, Mr. Josiah Amberley, though we have been working independently. But we both have the same question to ask you!"
Mr. Amberley sat down heavily. He sensed im- pending danger. I read it in his straining eyes and his twitching features. "What is the question, Mr. Holmes?"
"Only this : What did you do with the bodies?"
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silvers-not-home · 3 months ago
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hello mutual of mine did you know that you are interacting with a blog of mine that you may not know is me?
when i tell you this sounds exactly like jigsaw talking to anyone while explaining a trap
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murky-tannin · 1 year ago
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Still reeling a little from how Ramón was One tnt and then One block away from permadeath 
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jessepinkmvn · 9 months ago
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the iron claw was heartbreaking but nothing fucked me up more than that short scene of david's ghost on the staircase watching his mother
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multiversal-wanderings · 11 months ago
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LMFAOO HELP I printed some photos for a script I wanted to make and my sister opened my drawer looking for something and just sees a bunch of photos of marvel characters. And she’s like “….” And I’m like “….👀”
And i just made up some bs about scrapbooking but the SIDE EYE SHE GAVE MEEEEE PLEASEEE this is why I usually stick to digital scripts
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orangetubor · 1 year ago
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SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO SEE SPOILERS FOR JUOVERSE SEASON FOUR EPISODE TWENTY: CLEAN BREAK THEN SCROLL AWAY NOWWWWW
'Do you smell that?'
'juno if this is another one of your tricks-'
'It smells like... Cologne.'
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planetxiao · 1 year ago
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i accidentally spoiled something luke-related for myself and i am so upset.
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hawks-lightbulb · 2 years ago
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Ngl horikoshi had me there for a second
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uservernon · 1 year ago
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now why would spotify give me a heart attack like this
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like-wuatafauq · 8 months ago
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I can't wait for my next therapy appointment where I tell my therapist how I tried to be available to date beginning of March (after many years of not) and how it ended with me receiving flowers from a stranger and I have to explain to her how I cried bcuz it didnt have the name of a girl I haven't even mentioned in any of our sessions because mentioning her and how much it all broke my heart bcuz I'm stupid and honestly not the girls fault would probably overwhelm me so much to the point I'll have to ask for another raise on my antipsychotic dose bcuz if I'm being honest it really is my fault and despite me thinking I could accept anything from anyone else it actually broke my heart even more. So now my therapist is gonna be so confused as to why I didn't tell her about this girl and I'm gonna have to explain to her how stupid and delusional I am and if my therapist wanted to send me to the ward I wouldn't object at this point bcuz I know something is seriously wrong with me.
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pleasurebuttonwrites · 1 year ago
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invasion of privacy
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
summary: frank catches you with something you shouldn't have, and your world gets turned upside down in more ways than one.
warnings: swearing, lots of angst, brief mention of bomb violence
word count: 2.1k
a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed the nice & light hearted last chapter, because we are kicking up the drama from here on out. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
[previous chapter]
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“What’s this?”
“Hm?”
You were in the process of proofreading through your latest article one more time before submitting it to Ellison, and your attention was focused solely on the mountainous layers of black text on the screen in front of you. 
“This.”
Frank’s voice rang harshly in your ears, and the shift from his previous gentle inquisitive tone jarred you to the point of whiplash and broke your concentration completely. Turning to face him in puzzlement, your breath hitched in your throat when you realized what he was holding.
The file with his name on it.
Your eyes nearly doubled in size, and they hesitantly raised to meet Frank’s. The warm melted chocolate of his irises had darkened considerably with anger, and you could see a ring of betrayal burning around his pupils.
“I don’t know.”
Frank let out a dry scoff when you blurted your words out, his jaw clenching so tight you swore you could hear the way his teeth ground together from across the room. There was a chaotic frenzy disrupting his usual calm demeanor as he looked through the contents of the file. Every single page he furiously flipped through was another drop of gasoline trickling towards an unavoidable explosion.
Whatever was inside that file, it turned Frank into a man you didn’t recognize. 
You quickly rose from your chair to take the stand in your own defense, hands outstretched in an olive branch towards him.
“Frank, I swear. I haven’t looked at it-”
“Bullshit!”
The catastrophic boom of Frank’s voice echoing around your office startled you, and the four walls suddenly felt a lot thinner with his massive fuming frame taking up a majority of the space. His reaction had anxiety racing through your bloodstream, but your anger always managed to come out on top.
“I haven’t. I didn’t go looking for that, Frank. Someone left it on my desk-”
“When.”
A sudden wash of guilt doused the unjustified irritation you felt. Frank stared you down from across the room, the flimsy material of the file succumbing to the strength of his hand, his features a concoction of fury and treachery. You had to avert your iniquitous gaze to confess.
“After the gala.”
Frank blew out a deep exhale through his nose, incredulity blowing his eyes wide open as he chuckled humorlessly.
“That was a fuckin’ month ago.”
“I never opened it. I forgot I even had it-”
“You expect me to believe that? You been carryin’ this goddamn thing in your purse every fuckin’ day for a month now, and you ain’t read it? You just forgot it was there? Just cause I don’t have a fancy ass degree don’t make me fuckin’ stupid. You fuckin’ reporters, you’ll do fuckin’ anythin’, yeah?”
Frank’s voice got louder and louder with each word, like warning claps of thunder that signaled how close you were to an inevitable downpour. He was nearly yelling by the time his heavy boots brought him right in front of you, and you found yourself staring down the eye of a violent hurricane. 
For the first time since you had met Frank, you were afraid of him. 
Even though you felt frozen in place, your fingers shook violently with trepidation at your sides. You couldn’t look away from the storm brewing hastily in his eyes. You just hoped he could see past his own wrath to find the truth in yours.
“I didn’t read it because I thought it would be an invasion of privacy.”
Frank’s eyes narrowed into accusatory slits, his nostrils flaring to accommodate his furious exhales. His voice had a sharp edge to it that cut deeper than any blade ever could.
“Invasion of privacy. That’s real goddamn rich.”
There was nothing you could do. He had all the evidence for a conviction. You had been caught at the scene of the crime, and all you could do was beg for a lenient sentence.
“Frank-”
At that moment, your door swung open to reveal a very distressed looking Billy Russo. When his lips parted to speak, he suddenly paused, as if the tension lingering thick in the room was as visible as a dense fog, and his eyes flickered between you and Frank before settling on you almost in an expression of concern.
“Sorry if this is a bad time, but we gotta talk.”
A sense of relief immediately rushed through you at Billy’s intrusion, grateful to not be alone in your small office with an incredibly pissed off Frank Castle. Billy didn’t miss the way you practically sprinted towards him without another look at Frank.
“We can talk in the conference room if you-”
“Actually, I need to talk to both of you.”
Billy looked directly over your head to stare at Frank. There was a look on his face that you didn’t know him well enough to read, but as you glanced over your shoulder at Frank, you noticed that his face was void of any anger and instead had morphed into confusion. When you looked back in Billy’s direction, he was staring down at you with clear remorse carved onto his sharp features.
“There ain’t no easy way to say this, so I’m just gonna get right to it. Homeland is pullin’ your detail.”
All of the oxygen in your lungs felt like it had been knocked completely out with that one sentence. You gaped at Billy, and his lips tugged downwards in a pitiful frown.
“I’m sorry-”
“What?”
You could hear Frank stalking over towards the both of you, and the evident skepticism and irritation that layered his gruff voice. But his and Billy’s voices sounded muffled in your ears, as if your head was submerged underwater.
“Look, I wasn’t happy about it, alright? They don’t think she’s a prime target anymore-”
“The hell she ain’t. Those assholes-”
“Found a new target. More high profile. Cause of that and the fact that they ain’t threatened her in over a month, they’re pullin’ her detail and it’s gettin’ reassigned.”
“To who, Bill?”
Billy’s eyes flickered to meet yours, and you could see the apprehension shining in them along with a sliver of guilt.
“Who is it, Billy?”
The clear defeat in your quiet voice made him sigh, and his lips parted as he stared down at you in contrite-ridden sympathy, as if he was trying to figure out how to soften the blow of whatever was about to come next. 
“Steven Price.”
Everything seemed to come to a screeching halt at that moment. While you were navigating your disbelief and confusion, Frank was battling to control his already unraveling vexation.
“What?”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin' me.”
Billy glanced between you and Frank when you spoke at the same time. He completely ignored Frank’s outburst as he brought his hand up to gently place on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze in a gesture of comfort. He let out another sigh of exasperation while he gazed down at you.
“Homeland wants to keep this under wraps, they ain’t even lettin’ it hit the media, but you deserve an explanation. This is off the record. Price’s office got a threat letter with demands forty eight hours ago, and yesterday a vehicle that was supposed to be takin’ him to a debate was blown up. Lucky for him, he wasn’t in it. Local news was told to report that it wasn’t a terrorist attack, just a faulty engine or somethin’. They’re tryin’ to avoid more mass panic. But, Homeland is takin’ it extra seriously-”
“Because of his family name and position.”
There was complete detachment in your voice as the reality of the situation sank in. Steven was more valuable to them. He was the one they thought was worth protecting. No one would bat an eye if a lowly journalist was murdered by a terrorist group that she antagonized. But a man that came from one of the oldest wealthy families in New York that had connections all over the world and was currently running a political campaign? That would be front page news.
“You really wanna protect that asshole?”
Billy dropped his hand from your shoulder to turn and face Frank, clearly annoyed by his inquisition.
“Of course I don’t. But Homeland-”
“Fuck Homeland. It’s your company, Bill. You can say no.”
Frank’s voice had an eerie calmness to it, but it was convoluted with reminiscent indignation and the faintest sting of an allegation.
“You think I didn’t try? I don’t think you understand the situation I’m bein’ put in right now, Frank.”
Billy and Frank appeared to be in some kind of silent standoff as they stared each other down. Billy wore his mixed emotions of annoyance and dubiety clearly on his face, and it translated into the way his fingers twitched at his sides. The slight furrow of his brows showed that he was upset by Frank’s unspoken challenge that he wasn’t fully utilizing his power like he had said. 
Frank on the other hand was completely stoic. The only giveaway he had about this whole situation at all was the glow of rage still burning in his eyes. 
“When’s this happenin’?”
The placation in Frank’s gruff voice bothered you. It sounded like he was routinely asking Billy about the weather, not when you were gonna be thrown to the wolves to fend for yourself.
Billy straightened his shoulders as he stared at Frank for a moment, pursing his lips into a thin line.
“Already has. I came to collect you and the others.”
You suddenly felt lightheaded and nauseous with the way your heart had plummeted into the pit of your stomach. 
This was really happening. 
“Listen, darlin’-”
“It’s not your fault, Billy.”
You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at either of them. Not that Frank probably would even look at you. He hadn’t so much as glanced at you in the slightest since Billy walked through that door. A deep sigh sounded beside you as an expensive sterling silver tie clip came into view. Billy braced his hands on your shoulders and dipped his head to catch your eye line. There was an expression of severity on his face, like you had seen when he held you in this exact same way in front of the elevators the night of the gala.
“I’m gonna figure somethin’ out for you, alright? I’m not gonna leave you hangin’. Just…sit tight. Try not to cause any trouble.”
Billy attempted to flash you a charming smile, but it didn’t even meet the edges of his lips. After giving him a small nod, he stared at you for another minute with an unreadable expression this time before giving your shoulders one final squeeze and taking a step back. He momentarily glanced over at Frank.
“I’ll be waitin’ out front.”
Billy granted you one final look of condolence before leaving you alone with Frank.
When you turned to face him, he wasn’t even looking at you. He was staring at your office door that Billy had just left through with a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. He almost looked completely indifferent, but there was an aura of suspicion staining that callousness. You swore you heard every tick of the clock snapping clearly in your ears for the next sixty seconds before he finally shifted his attention to you.
Frank’s face was completely blank. There wasn’t a shade of an emotion that you could detect. His features weren’t twisted up in any kind of clues. He looked just as impassive as he had the first day that you had met him. Seeing him revert to that state after months of progression in your complicated relationship hurt worse than any heartbreak you had ever experienced. 
He was staring at you like you were a stranger on the street.
Frank wordlessly folded up the file and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, his vacant eyes staring into your pleading gaze. At this point, you wished he would go back to yelling at you. You would take something, anything other than this tortuous silent treatment.
He wouldn’t actually leave you like that, would he? He said he wouldn’t. He swore he wouldn’t. Frank would always be there for you, to keep you safe. That’s what he had promised. 
Right?
You waited for him to say something. You stared at him in desperate expectancy for him to do something to fix this nightmare. You held your breath for him to make the same promise that Billy had, to figure something out.
But as quietly as Frank had come into your life, he was now slipping out silently.
And just like that, he was gone.
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socvincjpeg · 4 months ago
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No bc if i fumbled ford as badly as bill did i'd be on the news
Edit for clarity: The text says ‘I Grow Maddened’!!
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ruporas · 5 months ago
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need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#blood tw#ruporas art#love u when i get to cuddle u and love u when i get to feel ur blood soak into my hands#being this close to one another means the eternal suffering of trying to separate love and mission. love for one and love for humanity#i like to think of pre-vol8 vash as someone who struggles with his feelings for ww bc as equal and as trusted he is -#vash knows his responsibilities and he knows/expects ww wouldn't let him stray from it either. for that he can't take to any romantic incli#and i think itd make him view ww in a stricter non-personal way... If that makes ANY sense.#for ww - take someone who youv gotten close to and ended up liking more than you expected#someone who has a belief and follows it stubbornly - someone who'll get into more fights and trouble more than youv had your entire life#ww thinks of him as a monster but he knows theres a limit he himself can take - i feel like hes considered what might be the limit for vash#for Safety measures. just in case. yknow. whenever he himself might have to load the bullet < him hyping himself up as if he could do it#my point being that the thought of vash being dead crosses his mind more than he'd like. i think its a simultaneous dread drop in his stoma#for failure of the mission - but also an Ok? They can be killed? and also a disastrous gunning of his own heart. considering how much they#both live in their own heads some days are Just the worst ever for them in each others company. but also they lov each other :[ sooo much
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