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[waltj]

i do this to the tuunbaq

[lippoil]

hi happy blk history month, if u feel so fuckin inclined to, pls toss me some me some change, im livinh paycheck to paycheck every single month n i could use some extra cash but i actually have zero faith in this workin it nvr does. anyway pls reblog if u want ig pls just tag as txt or smt

c*shapp: $blindozwald

[avillainstory]

Van Gogh experience art dome / Antwerp

[ilaliya]

@saltedbrimstone

[oldblood]

im a whisper in the water secret for you to hear you’re the one who grows distant when i beckon you near leave me now return tonight tide will show you the way if you forget my name you will go astray like a killer whale trapped in the bay IM A TREE THAT GROWS HEARTS ONE FOR EACH THAT YOU TAKE YOU’RE THE INTRUDER’S HAND IM THE BRANCH THAT YOU BREAK

[fangedup]

The UFC lifestyle:

[ensanguinate]

All the pretty women want me dead

[devilwomcn]

THENA + @bridgesbxrned​ LOCATION: Thena & Gil’s Home in Australia

It hasn’t been this bad in a few decades. Not since the last time Druig had to step in, when Thena found herself drowning so deeply into her own mind and the grief that followed that he’d had to put her to sleep. This time, her bout of Mahd Wy’ry almost as draining — though she hasn’t exactly been coherent enough to realize it. Her eyes have been glazed over more often than not for the better part of a week, her body tensed and ready for battle, and not even Gilgamesh could bring her back to Earth.

So he’d called for back up in the form of Druig, a safety net just in case they have to put her to sleep again. It hasn’t gotten to that point yet, but with how long this has been drawn out and how unhinged she’s becoming, it might. Tonight has proven to be somewhat calm, despite the glassy haze that flicks in and out of Thena’s vision. Gilgamesh, despite his best efforts to stay alert, has nodded off on the couch following a long week of fending her off — which is dangerous, she’d scold him if she was even slightly in her right mind, because he certainly needs his rest but he should find it in their bedroom with the door locked and barricaded to keep her out. Though Thena knows better than anyone that her sweet Gilgamesh would never dream of doing that.

It leaves her crumbled in a corner of the back porch, trying desperately to keep a grip on herself so as not to disturb his rest. But her body tenses when she hears footsteps and the sound of a door shutting, her vision is blurred but she can make out the figure coming closer and closer to her in the darkness. Her fingers instinctively flex to form a long, golden spear as she pushes her body further into the corner of the outside wall to support her weight — the events of the last week have taken a toll on her, but even in her exhaustion Thena is ready in seconds for battle, as pathetic as she may look. 

“Don’t come closer—” she rasps the words out, head shaking as her veins pulse a glimmering gold. She can’t see him but her brain supplies that this figure, whoever it is, must be the one to cause all of the devastation her mind has been supplying her with, and Gilgamesh isn’t there so they must be the last two people left on the planet — how she’d survived it all, Thena doesn’t know. Either way, she lifts the tip of her spear to his chest. “You killed them.”

[drrutherford]

LOCATION — Vespucci’s. DATE — Early February 2023, flashback.   STARTER —  Closed for @vinnievespucci​

He stares up at the building’s name, in flashy, bold lettering. 

‘Vespucci’s’, it reads, and the surgeon can’t help but wonder whether it’s an ode to the ego of the man he’s come to see, or the namesake of a different member of his family. Either way, it doesn’t bode well for any interloper bearing a last name such as own. He almost wishes he was any Smith, Johnson, Taylor, around the block, and not a man whose surname serves to indict him before he’s even walked through the door.

Rutherford. He feels the weight of it almost as soon as he’s stepped inside, growing heavier with each suspicious glance that turns in his direction. “I need to speak to Vincenzo Vespucci.” He tells the man at the bar, trying to account discreetly for his surroundings. “Please, it’s important. If you’re able to get in touch with him, if he’s around... Tell him it’s a business matter. I’ve a feeling he’ll want to know about this.”

Actually, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t know if the mafioso will want to hear anything he has to say, but it’s the responsibility of saying something that weighs heavily on Gideon nonetheless. These past few weeks he’s stalled long enough. Uncertain himself whether it’s apprehension that’s kept him at bay — or merely pride. But he doesn’t want to be like his father, or like so many other mobsters he knows; willing to sit back in the shadows and watch a war unfold, when swallowing said pride could’ve prevented it.

Not for his name. Not for his sake. His conscience refuses to suffer it.

[capucapo]

[waltj]

walter white calling his OWN SON JESSE i HATE this SHOW

[lippoil]

hiii gang i am once again begging for some money! wooohooo yiiipppeee!!!!! i dont get paid until the 10th of jan n i have practically no money or anyone to ask to borrow from, i just paid rent so i literally have 50 dollars left in my bank account rn…pls literally anything will help me rn

my cashapp is $blindozwald

[rchvnt]

“ the elephant thing worked at least. you got prashanth on your side i’m impressed. you met him at that gajaraj gala isn’t it ? ”  the formal proposal had arrived in sweden, the rokha ceremony was over. now they needed to calm the people down. 

[millenniumdueled]

[bucketjunk]

🎺💀🎺 TooT DooT🎺💀🎺 The Skeleton Army Sends Their Regards

Gee thanks but what year is it

[oldblood]

but i never said i would stay till the end i’d leave you with babies and everything screaming like this in the hole of sincerity screaming it over and over and over i leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery and stains on the carpet and stains on memory and songs of happiness murmured in dreams when we both of us knew how the end always is how the end always is