#GINO'S LONG HAIR OMG OMG

[courtesanofdeath]

Psycho-Pass Providence - May 2023

[drabbles-mc]

I’m on Nestor right now and before I start reading until next time I just have to say wtf. Obviously the guy didn’t popped out with long braided hair but my brain isn’t computing that picture if him with short hair

Ahhh omg, young!Nestor, my beloved 😌

So the first time I saw Gino in anything was Mayans, and he obviously has the long, curly hair. But then when I went and started watching other things that he's been in (as i do with every actor I become obsessed with 😂) the next thing I saw him in was a show on Netflix called Bloodline. And in that show, he looks like this:

So! All of that to say, Gino Vento has had quite the series of hair transformations over the years hahaha.

But without even having to go to the fic, I know exactly what picture I used for Until Next Time and that is the picture I default to for pretty much any fic I write about young!Nestor because that's exactly how I wanna picture him in my head 😌

[ryuukenden4]

Psycho Pass Movie

I just finished it after watching season 2. Wow, that movie was amazing. I'm so happy Ko showed back up ;w;

I love Akane. Everytime she's on screen, she resolidifies her place as my favorite character. She's amazing, and I really wish more anime handled their female protags like her. She isn't overly reliant on any character, although she does place a heavy trust in Kougami. She isn't overly sexualized either. She's very smart and has had amazing character development. Plus, she's totally badass now. :')

Sorry for my "me-ness" but I gotta take a minute to gush about how much I loved Gino in this movie. God, his long hair is beautiful ;w; Also when he showed up (with the rest of Division 1) I was screaming! And the fact he actually got to punch Ko was hilarious. He scared me when he asked Akane if he could enact his own judgement on Ko, but I figured he wouldn't actually kill him. Those two are Bros, even if Gino doesn't wanna fully admit it again.

I got so hype at the end when Monster Without a Name started playing for the credits. Omg I've missed that song so much. I figured I'd have to rewatch season 1 to hear it within the series again. ;w;

Well, I'm off to season 3 and all the little special episodes. I've heard season 3 is nothing like 1 or 2, and I'm worried since Shion is the only character I fully care about that's in the main cast. I kinda like Hinakawa, but I detest Shimotsuki.

I already miss Akane and Ginoza ;_; And Kougami of course. >_>

[aghostpost]

OMG PLEASSE DO FRANK CASTLE X BLACK READER!!! Like she's sassy and doesn't put up with he's shit!! Idk just your writing is phenomenal bro!!!! 💕💕💕💕

A/N: OMG THANK YOU!! 💖😘 That means a lot to me, you have no idea ;-; 

“Why are you on the couch again?”

“So you can take the bed tonight.”

“Oh, am I staying here?” I forgot that I’d mentioned to him I was off tomorrow.

“Yes. You try to leave and I’ll muster up the strength I got left to pin you down.”

“And as little strength as that may be I’m sure it’d still be enough.” I looked the poor guy up and down as he lay stretched on his couch with nothing but a sheet and a pillow. “How much are you hating this right now?” I asked with a smile plastered to my face.

“Just about as much as you’re lovin’ it,” he groaned. At that I laughed because it was very true. As broken and beaten as Frank managed to get, never once did he take a day off in the time I’ve known him, and yet here is is laid out from something as simple as the flu.

“To be fair, you brought this on yourself. No one said to spend half the day shoveling my walkways; I told you there’s a guy in the neighborhood that offers to do it for cheap.”

“Yeah and I offered to do it for free.”

“And I’d kiss you right now if you weren’t all, ya know… sick and mucus-y.”

“Even now you’re still a smartass,” he sighed with a head shake.

I smiled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!” Which of course he wouldn’t and we both knew; he rolled his eyes at me as I left. I had been visiting him after work to check up on him and to take care of Max; taking him out for fresh air and bathroom breaks, filling his bowl with food and water. When I returned from doing so I kicked off my snow boots and hung my coat. “Have you eaten today?” I got a grunt in response from the giant mass on the couch. That was Frank speak for “No but don’t bother,” just because he didn’t wanna seem burdensome. Thankfully I brought a few groceries over; if Frank didn’t eat it was because one, he was too ill to get up and make something, and two, because he didn’t have anything I’d deem a meal here. Canned beans and toast wouldn’t sound very good to me healthy, let alone if I were sick. I parked it on the coffee table and he cracked an eye to look at me. “What do you want?”

“Hmm… chocolate,” he mumbled with a barely noticeable grin. I rolled my eyes. Initially it was weird for me, dating Frank. I never dated outside of my race before, and Frank just so happened to be that and significantly older than me. Every time I noticed the differences between us he’d tell me how it didn’t matter, how opposites attract, how the differences were what attracted him to me. I asked if the age thing was odd for him, an eleven year gap, and he said hopefully I’d keep him in shape. He resorted to jokes about our differences to help me come to terms, so this wouldn’t be the first time he’s mentioned wanting chocolate. “What, no hot chocolate? I mean the drink, not…”

“Chicken soup it is.”

“Please God, no,” he cried, trying to grab my arm as I walked away to head to the kitchen.

“You can’t stomach anything else-”

“-If I see another piece of chicken or noodle, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Fine.” I didn’t even bother looking for a strainer. This was Frank’s place after all; he was just shy of living in destitute. I held the lid of the soup I just bought and drained the broth into his favorite coffee mug, trapping all the noodles and chicken and everything else in the plastic container it came in. He didn’t wanna see chicken or noodles? So be it. I popped the mug in the microwave as I put away the rest of the groceries. “I’m here because you can barely stand up long enough to brew a pot of coffee, something I never thought I’d see you ever go a single day without. I’m here because Max needs me since you’re currently outta commission. If I thought you could handle a burger or pizza from Gino’s or anything else, I’d bring you that!” I grabbed the piping hot mug from the microwave and a sleeve of crackers and made my way back to him. “I gave you a turkey sandwich the last time I was here. You remember what happened?”

“Yeah, but-”

“-You were on the bathroom floor all night throwing up!” I set the soup and crackers down on the coffee table and cocked a hip, fist to my waist. “No noodles and no chicken, just like you ordered, boss.”

“Y/N-”

“-You will drink the broth, and you will eat the crackers.”

“I-”

“-Or! Third option: you can watch my black ass strut outta this apartment and I’ll take Max with me. Your call, old man…” We stared for a second before he sighed and struggled to sit up, reaching for the mug and taking a sip of the chicken broth as he kept the sheet wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Was that a thank you I heard?”I sat beside him, stealing a cracker for myself.

He set the mug back on the table and settled back into the couch, leaning his back against the arm. This was probably the most rest he’s gotten in years and I was thankful for it. If there was anyone that needed a break it was Frank Castle. I couldn’t get him to take two days in a row to recoup. Had I known a cold would be the solution I woulda sneezed on him forever ago. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I am truly blessed to have you.”

“Oh please, you flatter me.”

“Hmm… You know I only said yes so you wouldn’t take Max, right?”

“Oh shut the hell up,” I laughed, grabbing his pillow and putting it in my lap. “C’mere…” He shifted and grabbed a cracker before resting his head in my lap. I pulled out my cell and got comfortable myself, propping my feet up on the coffee table before stroking his hair with one hand, scrolling through social media with the other. “Someone needs a haircut,” I sang. “And a shave, too.”

“I’ll get right to it.” His eyes were already closed and I knew he wouldn’t last long. “After I get to that struttin’ ass-”

“-Shut up!” We laughed together before a coughing fit started. “See, that’s exactly what you get!”

“Mhm,” he said with a sniff. “You know I like it when that fire comes outta ya.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Just hurry up and get better, please?” I bent down and kissed the side of his head; three quick pecks. “And thank you.”

“Hmmm, one more, right here,”he groaned, pointing to his lips.

“Not today, stud.” I placed one on his stubbly jaw before sitting up and going back to running my fingers through the grown out curls on his head. “Maybe in a couple days…”

“Just wait ‘til I’m on my feet again…” A sick, sleepy grin stretched on his face.

I smiled. “You gonna skip the coffee for hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate. With whipped cream.”