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“frank is a piece of shit but he’s so hot and could frame me on a felony charge” this

and

“i would lick blood off lazaar’s boot and so would joey” that

WELL WHAT ABOUT “SAMMY AND PETER MEETING ON A DIFFERENT JOB AND THEN THEM DRINKING AT A BAR AFTER AND DOING JOBS TOGETHER FROM HERE ON OUT AND THEN FAST FORWARD TO THEM FALLING IN LOVE AND HER TELLING HIM WHAT ALL HER TATTOOS MEAN AND THEN SAMMY GOING BACK TO HER FAMILY, DRAGGING PETER BEHIND HER, CRYING BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM”

HM???! HMMM????!!!

did anybody ever think of that????!

selfish. ya’ll are so fucking selfish honestly…

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Everyone seems to be focusing on the aspect of Nasha loving every version of Mickey, and not on the fact that each version of him - no matter how they differed - shared the same undying love for her.

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LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED

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actually... i think... first yoon, after trump

Can't believe celebrated director Bong Joon Ho of Parasite fame wants to suicide bomb Donald Trump. Actually I can believe it but didn't think he would put it to film

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I outlined over 20 chapters of a Frank/Joey fanfic but I don't even know what's going to happen this weekend. I really wanna finish this fic ㅋㅋㅋ

My OTP came to me during my worst time... I will put the president in jail and after then get the ex medic and ex cop out of my head. And after writing their Merry Bad Ending i wll go on a trip... if the Korean passport stiil valid.

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Park Chan-wook's Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance is my favorite film of his. (My second favorite is Thirst, and if you’re into vampire movies, you have to watch it. This film is breathtaking—visually stunning.)

In Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, there’s this idea of a "harmless kidnapping." (Which, as we all know, DOES NOT EXIST. It’s not a thing. Not even remotely.) The protagonist's girlfriend convinces him by saying, "We just take the kid, keep them safe and entertained for a little while, and then return them to their father. No one gets hurt." (Of course, that beautiful, dreamlike illusion lasts for all of five minutes. Park Chan-wook NEVER romanticizes child abduction.)

If Frank were that kind of person, he probably would’ve used a similar argument when Joey objected to kidnapping a 12-year-old:

"Her dad left her home alone. You know what’s more dangerous than us? A house with no adults in it. We’re just taking her for a while, looking after her, No, I won’t, you do it, and then sending her back. Let’s give her five whole fucking tubs of ice cream and let her binge-watch fucking TikTok and YouTube, drowning in their garbage algorithm recommendations."

Of course Joey still would’ve been pissed off as hell.

But PETER NODDED. maybe. haha.

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Sea breeze x Lisa 🤭

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Die for them🥰🥰

EnemiesLovers ❤️

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REAL

I rewatch this scene, It's like they kissed each other 😳

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APT - Abigail 2024

This is an APT fan movie + Abigail(movie) centered around Peter/Sammy and Frank/Joey.

Editing to the beat is really fun!

It all began with Sammy and Peter, but Frank and Joey's footage turned out unexpectedly dynamic and I loved it.

And this is favorite work

Vampire Boyfriend Perks:

Accidentally kill him? He comes back. Not an accident? He. Still. Comes. Back!

My favorite Frank Joey scene haha Of course, he didn't actually do anything like that.

And the two who started it all. Love them THEY ARE REAL in my brain, head, my body etc i don care💖

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I can't say for sure since I haven't seen the whole movie yet, but if I were Dr. König, I'd start a support group for survivors who've encountered strange creatures. After getting a doctorate relevant to, you know, this kind of thing, of course. Listening to the conversations those people have would tell me where things are and what's going on. I could gather information on interesting life forms from the comfort of my seat.

Ah, hello. Ms. Ana Lucia Cruz. I'm so curious—no, I'm so saddened to hear about the... encounters you've had with certain sons of bitches. ...That's what I meant, of course.

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k I drank way too much coffee and I'm working on something fun. It's 5 AM where I am, so I can only sleep for an hour now, hahaha.

It's centered around Peter/Sammy + Frank/Joey ... I'm about halfway done. Hopefully, other people will find it amusing too! yep. i ll uproad it soon

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Exactly what i want

hello sharks, today i’m asking for an investment in this.

full thanks to @jdmara for planting this idea in my head

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Bloody Valentine

Frank × Joey

Even though I've already uploaded this to AO3, the truth is this story was inspired by a single photo, so I really wanted to share it alongside the image.

In the middle of a snow-covered coniferous forest, a dark walnut table stood alone, its polished surface gleaming in the candlelight. An ornate, single-legged antique, with a delicate lace doily, a lit candle, a silver cloche, and a goblet-shaped wine glass sitting neatly on top. Beside them, an unopened bottle of red wine. Two matching chairs were set at the table. And around them- bodies. Scattered in a crimson ring. Some still breathing. Barely.

Joey let out a sharp breath, staring at the mess.

"You said this was a Valentine's Day dinner." "Yeah. It's a fucking gift. You don't like it?"

Frank leaned back in his chair, casually wiping the blood off his chin with his sleeve. His slicked-back hair looked just as ridiculous as ever, and he wore a black leather coat over a charcoal twill shirt, the top button undone, revealing a hint of his throat beneath the stiff collar. And those damn monk strap shoes- where did he even find those?

With a dramatic flourish, he lifted the silver cloche, revealing a perfectly cooked steak. Joey sighed, dug into her tote bag, and popped a piece of candy into her mouth. Frank scowled.

"What's with the fucking face? Not romantic enough? No roses? There's plenty of red, just not in flower form. If you want more, Just say so."

He gestured at the blood pooling in the snow. Joey shook her head. Her burgundy coat shifted slightly, revealing a long ivory knit dress underneath. A thin black belt caught the candlelight at her waist. Her calf-length black velvet boots, just high enough to avoid the mess, hovered over the bloodstained ground.

"...I canceled a date for this." "So what? That dumbass wasn't even your real boyfriend. Didn't you already turn him down?" "I could've at least had dinner with him. For god's sake- Frank, no, Adam. I need things to be uneventful until Caleb gets here. I need predictable people."

Joey's voice rose as she stepped toward the bodies. Seven of them. One of the barely breathing ones finally went still. The other wouldn’t last much longer.

She crouched down, closing his eyes. The hem of her coat brushed the blood-streaked ice. Frank kicked at the snow near her, clearing a space. She tugged her coat closer. Dry cleaning wasn't cheap.

"That all of them?" "Haven't taken the heads yet. But the mid-level guys are gone, so things should be nice and fucking quiet for a while."

Joey pressed her fingers to her temples. She was the one who'd tracked down all the security footage from the lake incident. Handing it over to Frank hadn't meant "please slaughter these guys on Valentine's Day and call me in the middle of my date to cancel for me."

Frank propped his elbows on the table, absently wiping a speck of blood off his sleeve. Tilting his head, he nodded toward the steak.

"You done fucking staring? Sit down and eat. You seem way too interested in other people's meals when you've got one right here." "And wiping them all out in one go? That's not smart."

Joey pulled a blood pouch, a collection needle, and an prep pad from her bag. Frank raised a brow. Seriously? She brought that on a Valentine's date?

She snapped on a pair of latex gloves, disinfected the still-breathing man's neck, and inserted the needle at a slant. The blood pouch filled quickly. Frank watched amused, then approached and yanked open her bag. More empty pouches, neatly packed. He almost laughed. Almost.

"Do you wait for people to die every day?... Because of me?" "Shut the fuck up."

Instead of pushing her further, he pressed down on the guy's throat, speeding up the blood flow. As the pouch filled, Frank walked back to the table, grabbed the wine bottle and glasses, and set down two glasses in the snow, perfectly balanced.

Joey sealed the pouch, tucked it into her bag, and reached for another. Frank, meanwhile, pried open the dying man's mouth, wedged the corked end of the wine bottle between his teeth, and tightened his grip.

Joey grimaced.

Pop.

The cork came loose with an awful sound, and Frank poured the deep red wine into an empty glass. Before Joey could stop him, he pulled the needle from the man's neck and tipped the remaining blood into the second glass.

Two wine glasses, filled with red liquid of different viscosities.

Satisfied, he stabbed the needle back into the dying man's throat.

Disgusting. But not pitiful.  These people had nearly cost Caleb his mom.

Frank extended one of the glasses-real wine-to her. The other, in his hand, sloshed with something thicker.

"Be my Valentine?"

Joey stared at the glass, then at his cold blue eyes, and muttered:

"Fuck off."

Frank rolled his eyes.

"Come on, I even did the whole fucking predictable date thing. You're supposed to say this stuff on Valentine's Day. Just say thank you." "You didn't have to kill seven people on Valentine's Day." "I was solving your fucking problem." "No, you were solving your dinner plans."

Frank muttered under his breath.

"Next year, I'll arrange the bodies in a heart shape. You're so fucking picky."

"Why do you have to do this on Valentine's Day of all days?" "Because I didn't know when your fucking birthday was."