#all i see is red

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[chaoscallsdummies]

Tis the season to be angy

[spockvarietyhour]

This message is for Rick Grimes...

[ashlumicalm]

waterparks: INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY

THE FIFTH STUDIO ALBUM

BY WATERPARKS

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[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

Another WIP that has been here for a while...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 3

“We’re still looking for a cot, but you can leave your…” Scarlett’s eyes dropped to the single backpack on Katia’s hand. “Your bag there.”

“Thank you.” Katia said softly. “I’m sorry you have to share your space with me.”

Scarlett cleared her throat. “Those were orders.”

“Right.” Katia dropped her bag by the corner. “So… Now what?”

“Here.” Scarlett passed her a watch. “You have to keep this on at all times.”

Katia analyzed the object in her hand. “They ran out of collars?”

Scarlett pressed her lips together, because she didn’t want to show her amusement at Katia’s silly joke. There was something about the other woman that made her seem so fragile.

By Katia’s own admission, she wasn’t some delicate flower that needed protection. Alongside her brother, she had killed a shitload of people, but… She seemed lost, anxious, tense…

Yes, she had come to a strange place and surrendered herself, putting herself and her partner at the mercy of the Joes. However, Scarlett felt as if this wasn’t the problem, exactly. Katia just looked like she was permanently scared, afraid of the world.

“Is he…” Scarlett cleared her throat. “Is that guy threatening you? Is he forcing you to…”

“Oh no.” Katia was quick to assure her. “He isn’t. He’s not the nicest guy around, but he isn’t a complete asshole. Very annoying sometimes.” She cleared her throat, realizing she was rambling about 47. “But he isn’t forcing me. It’ll probably sound strange to you, but he set me free.”

Scarlett frowned. “How?”

“My whole life was spent running.” Katia scoffed, clearly at herself. “I was always paranoid, scared, afraid to stay too long anywhere. I never understood why I needed to do that, just that I did. I was looking for someone, not knowing why…” She paused. “Then he came in. And everything became crystal clear for the first time ever.”

“Are you…” Scarlett trailed off. “You and him… Are you…”

Katia’s expression grew alarmed. “No. Ew!” She shook her head like the mere idea was disgusting to her. “No way. I don’t think  that he has in him to even consider something like that, but even if he did… No.” She shuddered.

“If you’re sure…”

***

Great. They put him with the ninja.

At least 47 didn’t have to worry about conversation.

He worried about Katia. Which felt odd.

He wasn’t used to worrying about anyone -he hardly worried about himself. However, he couldn’t stop this… Thing. Somehow, along the way, he started caring about Katia, and he didn’t know how to… Not.

His mind was usually a calm place, where plans were made and then executed in perfect order. There was no space for fear or uncertainty, because that was how agents died. 47 had been raised and trained to do a single job, and he could do it very well.

Now he was a little worried he might not be able to do it anymore.

Doubting himself was also new to him. And it wasn’t that he was doubting his training or his abilities; he was a bit concerned about his motivation.

He’d never considered the idea of ‘freedom’. 47 only knew one way to live, and not being an agent never crossed his mind. He was made for it -quite literally -and the idea of just leaving ICA had never occurred to him until recently.

As in, last week.

The point was, 47 knew how to do one thing. He did it very well -exceedingly so -but it wasn’t the type of skill that the so called ‘normal people’ had. If he left the agency, what was he supposed to do?

Mercenary work sounded painfully boring, and he wasn’t about to start working for some government.

Even he had his limits.

“Yo, Snake!” A black man stopped by the door. “Is your new roomie all settled down?”

Snake Eyes turned to the newcomer, and so did 47, but neither of them deigned to reply to the comment.

“Wow…” The man drawled. “There’s two of you now. Great. I hope Scarlett is luckier with her roomie.”

That was true. Katia had also gotten a guard, a redhead by the name of Scarlett.

Original.

“I want to see Katia.” 47 said to the man that could actually answer him.

“In a minute, Ice Cube.” The man threw back. “First you need to put this on and promise not  to take it off.”

47 caught the watch thrown his way and eyed it. “And you’ll take my word for it?”

“No. After it’s on, it can’t be taken off. Otherwise it’ll explode.”

47 scoffed, but put the watch on. He couldn’t care less about their juvenile tactics, he just wanted to make sure Katia was okay.

She was probably very stressed about being in this closed space. He needed to talk to her before she decided to dismantle a jeep or something.

“I’ll take you to your Katia now.” The man continued. “I’m Ripcord, by the way.”

“I don’t care.” 47 informed him.

“Right…” Rip drawled. “You’re really one of those silent, tough types, hm?”

47 didn’t even reply as he started following the man down a hallway.

From the other end of it, the redhead -Scarlett- was coming straight at them.

“Scarlett.” Rip grinned at her. “Iceman here was looking for Katia.”

“Yeah… Actually, I wanted to talk to him for a minute.” Scarlett turned her attention completely to him.

47 arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to say whatever she wanted to.

“Scarlett…” Rip frowned. “Are you sure? This dude is… Weird.”

She sighed. “Yes, I’m sure, Rip.” She gave him a look. “I’ll take him to Katia after I talk to him.”

Ripcord obviously wanted to argue against leaving her alone with him, but eventually decided to just go. She waited until Rip was out of sight before turning back to the agent.

“I’m Scarlett. Katia said your name is 47?” She frowned.

“Yes.”

She was clearly waiting for him to say something else, but she realized it was pointless. “I’m not exactly sure what’s the connection between you and Katia.” She was clearly uncomfortable with this conversation. “She just told me it wasn’t romantic.”

47’s eyebrows went up. “It is not romantic.”

“Right. I know it’s none of my business…”

“I’m glad we had this conversation. May we go?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “But…” She pressed. “I think she’s very tense. I don’t know her well, but to me it looks as if she’s one step from a full panic attack.”

“She doesn’t like feeling trapped and cornered and we’re under the desert. There are no windows, no exit points. She’s probably feeling very anxious right now.”

Scarlett frowned. “Is there any way to help her?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t know.” She admitted. “But she looks like she could really use some help, so…”

47 hummed. “There’s one thing that calms her down, but you’ll probably need to ask permission for that.”

[thewalkingdeadband]

Sort of random review for ftwd s8 ep 6 (spoilers ahead)

Things that made me ugly cry:

- "i will leave this message every morning at down" the parallel i swear

- "I need you to look after Grace for me"

I mean just the fact that he buried Grace near Eastman.. 💔

- the whole speech to Eastman, how much he's grateful for him, the little smile he gave his grave while Mo was training with the stick, like "see how good she is?"

"They are people that means as much to me as you all do", i m so happy he said that 💚

And the worst: "need to make sure they are ok"

Well, well.. 😭

and then you see the people he lost in a flashback montage, AND IT INCLUDED BENJAMIN😭

Yet he doesnt even know abt Henry😭

Finch dying, i f....king hate it. He was such an angel.

Dwight and Sherry over, "maybe we're just not meant to be together", "maybe us failing has nothing to do with bad guys like Negan" he says, its awful, it hurts, i mean he did everything to find her, and then they dont work out. F... off, really, im mad. I get that Finch dying didnt help (fucking understatement), but this is a guy who fought so much for her and now he's giving up and well, its been more than 8 years plus the time spent together before the apocalypse so yeah its unfortunately realistic or at least it can be. Love doesnt always last. What hurts is that you know they still love each other. But love isnt always enough. They tried. More than once. But it hurts. Really hurts. Just like real life...

Ok, so abt Lennie interview, i guess i fell for a trap. I used to say i dont listen what actors say good or bad, and here i was falling for this trap: now, which trap: interview trap or "teasing that will never led to somewhere trap", i guess we will see

Madison taking over Padre, hell yeah. Can u imagine that 2 seasons ago she was supposed to be dead?

Is it Troy, is it Alicia's arm?

Now, we saw with Madison (and Troy?) that everything's possible so... im sure Alicia's alive. Hope they reunite.

And Strand...

One last thing: farewell Morgan, i will always love you, but you better come back on my screen and reunite with Rick and everyone, and the sooner the better

Edit: and or course... when he says abt Rick and him that it wouldnt be the first time they find their way back to each other... 😭

[fanaticalthings]

Bruce coming home one day to find Robin Jason clinging onto a chandelier with Dick below him cheering him on.

Bruce: Jason what are you doing?

Jason: Dick said that you missed his antics after he moved out and so he’s teaching me how to be a better son

Dick: After this we’re going to drive the Batmobile into the bay :D

Jason: We’re going to what? I mean yeah! Right into the water.

Jason trying to whisper to Dick: Dick I can’t swim though

This just further fuels the chaotic dynamic of Dick and Jason during a time where Dick was still going through his teenage angst and was absolutely not a benevolent role model LMAO

I mentioned it in this post, but it's just so funny to me to imagine a Jason who grew up with an absolutely WILD Dick Grayson as an older brother, while the younger batkids grew up with a more mellowed out and mature (arguable but when measured against the other kids, he wins by a landslide) Dick Grayson.

Robin!Jason era:

Dick: You wanna go out and get high?

Jason: I can't, I have homework.

Dick, sputtering: HOMEWORK?

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Dick, about to do an elaborate (and totally not dangerous) acrobatic move in the manor: Watch this, littlewing

Jason: You shouldn't do that, it'll make Bruce upset.

Dick, on the brink of angry tears: Why are you like this.

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Jason, dejected: Listen, I know you don't approve of me because you think I'm not good enough as Robin, but-

Dick: Not good enough as Robin? I don't care about that, I just think you're a little bitch

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Dick taking Jason out on a hangout for the first time: OK, looks like I got my work cut out for me. Take out a notepad and write everything down. I will NOT have my successor embarrass me like this. So what you wanna do to piss off Bruce-

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[Years later, Jason returning to Gotham with the fury of a thousand suns and the chaos to match it]: I'm gonna make your life a living HELL, Bruce

Dick, older and relatively more chilled out: Okayyyyy, maybe let's just– calm down a lil, haha, no need for the theatrics

Jason, betrayed, observing a Dick Grayson who is teaching his new younger siblings to behave and be mature: Dick, what the FUCK

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Present!Dick, mentoring Tim: Make sure not to be too impulsive, don't wanna raise Bruce's blood pressure

Red Hood!Jason spying on them from afar: Who even ARE you??

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Jason: So you teach me ALL of that, only to turn into the ONE thing you despised so greatly all those years ago

Dick, sweating: Well-

Jason: I'm ASHAMED. How can you be worthy of being called my PREDECESSOR?

[moncuries]

clearly my idea of these two just revolves around longing and diplomacy

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon]

Top left: no serenity (slowed)

Top middle: DEVIL!

Top right: no serenity

Middle left: TO KILL A PARASITE

Middle right: DEATHWISH

Bottom left: ALL I SEE IS RED

Bottom middle: DEATH CITY FREESTYLE

Bottom right: SILVER BULLET

[lieu-rey]

first meeting

[ladystoneboobs]

on this tully tuesday, fuck you ryan condal, i see what you're doing. merging kermit and oscar tully and killing off their dad elmo without even naming him, you're trying to hide the muppet-naming pattern by only including the more mundane names. people may have heard of the name grover elsewhere like nonconsective us president grover cleveland, and certainly would with oscar like oscar mayar, the baloney/weiner man, but if you hear the names elmo and/or kermit you're thinking muppets right away. smdh, if you can embrace the gothic horror of harrenhal, you should be able to embrace the whimsy of grrm naming his dance-era tullys after sesame street muppets.

[ba1laur]

thank you for teaching me how to kill (id in alt)

[spockvarietyhour]

Damn, Morgan, you just finished burying your wife...

[poisonousliliy]

So, when will we see that weapon again btw

[madamebaggio]

Well, someone was in a mood today.

(It was me, it was me!)

I hope you enjoy all the updates of the night.

The next ones will be:

The night is young (and so are we)

Crystal Palace

All I see is red

The time to ask questions

Of all your pretty horses