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What are you doing up so early?

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[Drabble; Father’s Day]

For years now, most holidays had stopped meaning much to the cold-hearted Reaver. After all, it wasn’t as though he had anyone to celebrate them with, and he had bigger things to worry about than some made-up day that shouldn’t have ever meant shit —

                            So why did the ones about family sting so much?

Chapped lips curled into a snarl at his own internal monologue, and then Donald was spinning around in his apartment’s kitchen, gloved hand flashing out to turn off the radio broadcast he’d been listening to that morning. The static-laced voice, which had been in the middle of reminding everyone to call their dad today, abruptly cut off, and then he was slumping against the counter. Blue eyes starred down, settling on a coffee stain rather than the cellphone that still sat against the marble.

                                                     Father’s Day.

He should have been back at home, cooking breakfast with his mother, doing his best to impress the elder man. He should have been trying to figure out how to make the day perfect, fretting over the day’s expectations and —

And it didn’t matter, because there wasn’t any excuse to go back home today. There hadn’t been one in years, and after this long, he wouldn’t have even known how to show up on that old doorstep.

He couldn’t show up at home. Not after all the shit he’d done, not when he still couldn’t explain everything that had changed. Not when he still didn’t know how to apologize for leaving only a week after his baby sister’s funeral —

Blinking back the tears that he hadn’t previously noticed were forming in his eyes, Donald let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head to try to banish the thoughts that spun through his mind. He couldn’t go home, and he knew it. That bridge had been burned for ages now, and he didn’t have the words - or the heart - to rebuild it.

                                                       Father’s Day.

Slamming the rest of his morning coffee, he quickly grabbed his phone and shoved it into the pocket of his jacket, before snatching his truck keys off the counter.

The holiday didn’t matter, and there wasn’t anything he could damned well do about it after all this time, and there were more important things to worry about anyways. He didn’t have fucking time for this depressing bullshit today. 

    He had work to do, damn it.

             Besides, he was already running late.

                    Laura would notice if he didn’t show up for his usual rounds soon.

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Everyone I RP with deserves a Nobel Peace Prize for not killing me when I don’t reply for like a month

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theabandonedones‌:

Quotes Meme / Accepting

Anonymous / @pierced-morals​ said ⬎

❝ I’m actually losing my mind. But I guess that’s… nothing new. ❞ (@pierced-morals / for Dusty)

“You’ve been losing your mind since we were teenagers, Donnie.”  words spoken as they stubbed their cigarette out, they were only half meant as a joke. The secrets that weighed heavy between the duo spoke volumes to Donald’s state of mind over the years - they had said it before, and would say it time and time again. 

        Donald Pierce needed therapy. 

But, alas, it would seem they had passed that bridge a few hundred miles back, so they were going to have to work with what they had, which was… 

“Why’re we losin’ our mind today, though?” 

God in heaven please don’t let it be another corpse

(It was almost definitely another corpse, wasn’t it)

❝ Tell me somethin' I don't already know, baby. ❞   No attempts were made at denying it, not this many years into the chaos of their lives. For all the half-teasing tone that Dusty had decided to grace the conversation with, it was true: his mental health had been one downward spiral after another, for decades, and there wasn't any 'stop sign' in sight.

       "I'll go to therapy after the military."

So much for that. His days of serving had flown by, the memories a blur of training and bloody mouths, and the years after that... Well, Donald had never made time for therapy in the Hellfire Club, and now?

  What filthy Reaver went to fucking therapy — ?

       (  And what mutant could risk being that honest anywhere?  )

His jaw set at the thought, lips twisting with disgust for a beat before the expression was forced away. Blue gaze downcast, settled on the latest scuff on his boots. He was losing it, that was a fact, but much the same? Dusty didn't know enough, couldn't know enough, for him to explain why.

   ❝ Christ... Jus' another corpse, honey. Nothin' that'll matter in a week. ❞

Forcibly casual wording, left pointedly vague, to cover up the genuine dangers of his life. To disguise everything that he'd actually done. In hopes that they wouldn't notice the lack of sadistic satisfaction, wouldn't notice the nausea as it bubbled back to the surface.

He'd barely cared about corpses when he was an overprotective teenager, getting a little too angry and literally melting their ex's throat.

So he sure in God's name couldn't explain why that person, decades later, would've been bothered by having more blood on his hands.

—— Goddammit.

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So, this is what it feels like.

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reaverxrichard‌:

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“How d’ ya know it’s me boss, looks pretty anonymous t’ me?” Of course, it was him, who else was an absolute moron? But why give it up so quickly, that wasn’t any fun now was it? Plus, Pierce was hot when he was irritated. 

“But like, are ya’? Really? Cuz I ain’ heard that yet.” Boots tapped as the drunk all but bounced over, peering at the other. 

Way to blow your cover way too quickly, you hopeless gay. 

   ❝ I know 'cause there ain't anybody else in this damn place that'd be askin' me this shit. ❞   Words pointedly drawled at the other Reaver, accompanied by another roll of his eyes. Exasperated, near scolding in tone, as the explanation carried on.   ❝ Everyone else either knows, or doesn' have th' balls ta' be askin' it. ❞

Arms crossed tighter across his chest, watching as Richard bounced forward  —  ever the excitable puppy.

   ❝ Christ's sake... Yeah, Rich, there ain't ever been a debate on that one. Though I'd love ta' know what 'n the Hell I ever did, that made ya think I was straight. ❞

Seriously. How was anyone still under that impression?

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             When I hear 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆,                   I hear 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 —

    The stress on my heart’s          Getting bad for my health.

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“Dear Diary”

Peek into Richard’s journal? || Accepting

Journal || 2.19

      hhhhhhhh

                I’m so tired, but thAT ASIDE

Have I mentioned that Pierce occasionally drinks the same brand of beer as me before? I mean, typically it’s not beer, typically it’s whiskey and scotch, but soMETIMES it’s beer and 5 days ago it was beer, and do you remember what five days ago was? 

                     VALENTINE’S DAY

And where was the Donald Pierce drinking my brand of beer? Well, my office of course. No shit the dictator doc made us work on V-Day, but that didn’t stop Donnie - nope, beer pizza and some of that cute candy shit, in my office. 

                          I’m dying

                                   Can you tell?

           And he don’t even know I like him. 

I wonder if this meant anything though. I mean it’s possible it didn’t, right? He coulda just been chilling with one of the guys, or something. It was probably nothing. 

Yeah, I’m making a big deal out of nothing - I’m good at that. 

                            Just chill, Richard. Just… Be cool. 

                                        hhhhhHHHHH

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unspokengrief‌:

self care is getting so drunk that you forget you hate yourself

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Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

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# 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂  :    1  /   2   /  3 + 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴  :   high  /  average  /  deep 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃  :   yes  /   soft   /   no   𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁  :   confident /   shy   /   approachable   /   hostile  /  other 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴  :   slumped   /   straight   /   stiff  /   relaxed 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂  :     head tilting   /   swaying   /   fidgeting  /   stuttering  /    gesturing  /   arm crossing   /   strokes chin   /   ah, er, um, or other interjections   /  plays with hair or clothing  /   hands at hips   /   inconsistent eye contact  /    maintains eye contact   /   frequent pausing   /   stands close   /   stands at distance

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘  :

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈 :     ★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩

𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :     ★  ★  ★  ✩  ✩

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 :     ★  ★ ✩ ✩ ✩

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘  :

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 :       ★  ★  ★  ★  ✩  

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈 :       ★  ★  ★  ✩  ✩

𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 :       ★  ★  ✩  ✩  ✩

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.    arse.   ass.  asshole.  bastard.   bitch.  bloody.  bugger.   bollocks.  chicken shit.  crap.  cunt.   dick.  frick.  fuck.  horseshit.   motherfucker.  piss.  prick. screw.   shit.   shitass.  son of a bitch.   twat.   wanker.   coward.   pussy.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?   contractions or enunciation ?    straightforward or cryptic ?   jargon or toned ?    complexity  or  simplicity ?  finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?  masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ?    formalities or abrasiveness ?   praise or equivocation ?  frankness or lies ?   excessive or minimal hand gestures ?   name-calling  or magnanimity ?   friendly or blunt nicknames ?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 ? almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes  /  rarely   /   almost never

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ? almost always /   frequently  /   sometimes   /   rarely   /    almost never

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes  /   rarely /   almost never

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes /   rarely /   almost never

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ? yes  /   no  

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃.  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ? but   /   though  /   although   /   however   /   perhaps   /   mayhaps

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? walk away  /   ask if that’s everything   /   say that that’s everything  /   give a proper goodbye   / tell their company they’re done here   /   remain quiet  /   they don’t

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ? titles /   first names  /   surnames  /   full names  /   nicknames

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾,  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ? upper  /   middle  /   working   /   lower

𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ?

accent   /   vocabulary  /   tone  /   level   /   politeness  /   brusqueness   /   it doesn’t

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Tagging:  steal it, lovelies.

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Hugh Jackman as Wolverine (2000 - 2017).

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whumpster-dumpster‌:

Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”