#wholemeasure

[steeledwilled]

[papa-evershed]

“I’m not going back.” [requested by: @wholemeasure]

[mcckingsa]

wholemeasure replied to your post: for my birthday, all i want is my...

PLS

the avengers: no killing

frank and bobbi, probably covered in someone else’s blood: hehaditcoming.mp3

[frankcastiglione]

wholemeasure replied to your post “when did jon wear high-waisted pants? i need answers! (mob city?)”

if you can see his belly button is it really jon bernthal???

one of life’s big mysteries 

[mrcstgln]

@wholemeasure fam you know what this is buckle your seatbelt

                soldiers  are  taught  about  torture,  how  in  the  end,  a  man  will  BREAK and  let  go.  you  don’t  quite  get  used  to  the  pain.  but  then  again,  you  can’t  tell  a  mother  she  doesn’t  know  PAIN.  life  giver  /  meet  your  antithesis.  a  fist  landed  on  her  ribcage;  a  contraction  seared  all  the  way  up  her  spine.  her  hand  tightened  around  the  arm  rest;  her  sweaty  palm  slipped  before  she  was  able  to  cling  to  his  hand  tighter.

                                she  will  awake  blearily  in  a  room  with  sunlight  streaming  in,                                 after  she  closes  her  eyes  to  the  night  outside  her  window.  she’ll                                 shift  uneasily,  looking  around  before  her  eyes  will  finally  meet.                                  “where  is  he?”  she’ll  ask,  a  near  hysteria  in  her  voice.

           “where  is  he?” 

that  needling  voice  demanded  as  she  closed  her  eyes.  her  composure  failed  her  as  he  leaned  over  her,  hot  breath  against  her  cheek.  maria  instinctively  FLINCHED  back,  whimpering.  she  refused  to  look.  she  refused  to  speak.  this  wasn’t  how  it  was  supposed  to  end,  but  she’d  be  DAMNED before  she  dragged  her  family  into  her  mistakes.  she  let  herself  be  seen,  be  CAUGHT.  it  wouldn’t  matter.  soon,  the  bulletin  would  release  the  video.  soon,  those  she  loved  would  no  longer  hide  in  the  shadows.  like  those  days  years  ago  that  gave  her  those  BEAUTIFUL children,  the  pain  would  be  WORTH IT.

...  but  she  couldn’t  help  but  wonder,  if  they’d  ever  know  what  happened  to  her.  after  all  this,  would  they  even  find  the  body?

[liisacastlea-blog]

@wholemeasure ♥’d for a starter

Coincidence brought her to the darkened warehouse district tonight. If she hadn’t noticed an old friend while she was at the shady convenience store three blocks over, Lisa would have been holed up in some shitty apartment she’d have broken into for the night. As luck would have it, she was given a lead instead. When their eyes collided, his widened in pure panic. Dropping the bag of cocaine in hand, he turned on his heel and fled here in the hopes of hiding. She can’t say he wasn’t smart. He knew what would happen when she lay hands on him. All she needed was a name who could tell her where she was. Then Lisa could sleep at night. Maybe then the dreams would go away. As she neared the door he’d ran into, there were two loud bangs from inside. Gunshots. Shit! Moving frantically, she squared her body, bent one leg at the knee and kicked in the door. Gun up and eyes alert, the girl crept into the wet smelling abandoned warehouse. Light from street lamps poured in half broken windows and reflected off small puddles on the concrete. A taller man than the one she’d been chasing stood in the light. Standing firm, Lisa Castle raised the gun square with his chest. “Hands up! Nice and slow.” She tried to peer around him, to find Jeremiah. Did he kill him? “Where did he go? Jeremiah? What happened to him?”

[steeledwilled]

@wholemeasure

“Okay -- let me start by saying these three months of dating you have been the best of my life.”

[hellkitten-a-blog]

wholemeasure replied to your post: i hope every frank castle knows – unless you’re...

what do you mean suffer frank tapes that shit

thank god. come cry with us, castle. pick us. choose us. love us

[trustcop]

wholemeasure replied to your post: If the Duffers kill my son, they gonna have to...

they can’t kill him he’s the sex appeal

Holy shit, Ali. You right. Hallelujah he is SAFE

[castlcnoir]

@wholemeasure

The staring has gone on for longer than it should humanly have, but he can’t help it. It feels as if he’s staring at a ghost, the picture in his pocket feels heavier than ever before. When the man turns around FJ quickly ducks his head down, right back to his coffee. Maybe he’s dreaming, it’s what he tells himself. He pulls out the photo from his pocket, it’s old, has had some damage to it from being dragged around in his pockets from childhood and through the trenches. It’s a little crumpled, and there’s some dried, old blood on it on the back, but it’s there, and it’s him- it’s exactly him. 

But then the man is walking away, it’s stupid, he tries to tell himself. It’s not possible. But before he can stop himself, he’s on his feet, picture still in his hand and pushing past the other people to reach him before he can loose him in the crowd. FJ reaches out and grabs his arm, the shock is still there in his eyes when the guy looks at him, speak you idiot, say something. “F-Frank Castlelione?”

[antifascistpunisher]

wholemeasure replied to your post “So after finally finishing the series my friend @irdeadite and I have...”

I agree with just about all of this, and I wonder if the gratuitous sex scenes with Dinah are meant to parallel the two sex scenes at the end. Frank/Maria and Micro/Sarah- both couples have really sweet chemistry and an honest connection. Dinah and Billy do not, and it makes them ugly to watch.

That’s a really good point! I guess it just seemed so out of place compared to the others that we just were “?????” mainly in our reactions to them and that it felt more like they were intended to titillate and that maybe we were just too damn unstraight to be feeling it :P

[hellkitten-a-blog]

wholemeasure replied to your post: wholemeasure replied to your post: ...

fRANK LOVES DAYTIME TV…. HE LOVES REALITY TV AND SOAPS AND GREYS he loves drama and he’s super nosy

did frank watch it’s patsy

[trustcop]

wholemeasure replied to your post: What is sex with Hop like?

i am furious this made me want to get on my joyce blog

I just needed to save this  And to tell you that you should do the thing

[aladysamurai]

wholemeasure replied to your post: colleen girl, don’t you wear a bra when you go...

those NIPS

it was very essential that the first full body shot of colleen shows that she’s got nips. we’d have forgotten otherwise. 

[nctenoughtime]

@wholemeasure

Ten minutes, Maria. Is what her handler had told her. Ten minutes which after having begged and cried and mourned for maybe just one second longer with her husband, seemed like an eternity and yet not enough time. She hesitated at the door, hand shaking as it stood still just inches away from the doorhandle. Seeing him even for this short ammount of time was such a privilege, one that Reyes was of course not allowed to know about. She couldn’t waste anymore time. 

The door opened slowly and with a creak, she was left staring at the empty room except for just one bed where her husband was strapped down to. “....Frank-” The name is breathed out as she steps in and just- stares. She can’t do much more. All of this still seems so awfully surreal, her husband was alive after all this time. Maria couldn’t care less about what he’d done that had landed him in this hospital and with solitary confinement, she just cared that all this time she had been wrong. And she had been lied to.

There are tears in her eyes as she steps closer to the bed, freezing just outside of the line drawn around his bed, hesitating. “It’s- you’re okay.”

[liisacastlea-blog]

wholemeasure replied to your post “Does Lisa still like dinosaurs”

something about this hurt franks heart real bad

It wouldn’t have if you didn’t TELL HIM