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i know what the world needs now:  the same thing it’s needed all along.  ©

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i know what the world needs now:  the same thing it’s needed all along.  ©

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i know what the world needs now:  the same thing it’s needed all along.  ©

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i know what the world needs now:  the same thing it’s needed all along.  ©

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HELLO it is my birthday! as a celebration i am moving my blog over to @wrzne. i’ll be posting a more legit promo at some point soon but don’t feel pressured to follow -- i’m going to be keeping things lowkey and tidy over there,  simple tagging system and things (mostly) plot based, so just follow if you’re interested in plotting and interacting. 

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my mom only tagging me in QUALITY CONTENT

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@crimefright  as promised 4 ur viewing pleasure that time frank made the joker wet his pants

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Fabulous Punisher cover by Greg Smallwood.

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tirelessheart‌.

“maybe these heels weren’t the best choice i made this morning,” she says, voice a little hoarse from talking so much today at the office; her legs are sore from walking to and fro from the archives and back to her office, and she’s none too keen about taking the subway when there’s been talk of parts of the ceiling falling at any given moment. plus, it’s stifling down there and she’s not going to stand there and wait for over an hour. / open, mutuals only.

      “yeah.  they look pretty killer,  lady.”  today’s one of those aimless days in which frank doesn’t quite know what he’s doing,  where he’s going.  he knows karen’s route home by now like the back of his hand,  in the months they’ve been together,  knows the subway routes even more.  but there’s no denying that he,  at the very least,  knew he’d find her here,  at this hour.  

but still,  he plays coy, side brushing against hers as he steps on the platform beside her.  “say,  we can stop at the next stop at a--i don’t know,  shit,  a bar?  get you off your feet.”

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scare · stress: /skerstris/ (noun) 1. a woman who is not physically threatening but inspires unease due to her morbid or antisocial ways. 2. a woman who purposely inspires fear to bolster her position of power or control. origin: portmanteau of “scare” and “mistress”.

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lightspast‌.

       don’t believe in your own invincibility.   everyone’s weak for something.

   frank’s getting blood on the crisp white couch and the freshly waxed floor beneath him  --  knows that and knows the smell of gunpowder and smoke will be a bitch to get out of the sofa.  knows it,  doesn’t care.   

     “-- oh,  yeah?”  spares a very wary glance at the glass of wine on the side-table,  as if it’s laced with cyanide and he can smell the bitter almond of it already,  and looks back up at him.   “and what are you weak for,  luthor?"

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“I think there’s no good in the filth that I put down, that’s what I think.”

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mmm but sudden realization that frank had this flashback of lisa offering him this half of her sandwich shortly after donny offers frank half of his sandwich? 😒

 thanks for coming to my (pointless) ted talk

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“I lost my family. All of ‘em. It wasn’t It wasn’t too long ago. Not a day goes by, right? You wish things were different. You wish that you had done something different.“

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“Soldiers Fall, Income Rises”, USSR, 1968

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inkhosi‌.

❛ you have a mouth that bites quite a bit, castle. ❜ his reply is not without mirth — alas, it is what’s keeping them sane among this pile of ruins that they try catapulting towards them. the fights have been wearing them down, but he’s not about to give up now, even with the weight of concern over frank’s wellbeing dragging him down. ❛ i do not mind facing all of them, but i do not recommend it for your wellbeing. we need to understand our limits, and theirs. exploit the latter, specifically. ❜ looks away into the depth of the night from the window of this rundown motel, they’re narrowly escaping their opponents’ attention. but not for long, as always.

    “y’got that right,”  frank smirks,  though the expression quickly turns taciturn at the sharp pain behind his knee.  he steels himself in,  hears the crunch of gravel of car tires outside the closed curtains of the motel room and knows innately that they have little time,  even without sparing a glance outside.  he sighs,  heavy  --  hates cowardice more than anything,  hates running away from a fight,  but this isn’t the time to strike.  let them think they’re in control then sweep that out from under them  --  for now,  go on the down-low.  he isn’t so good at that either,  but he doesn’t anticipate that t’challa is either,  being  --  who he is.  so publicly. 

they have that in common,  at least. 

he scoffs at the concern for his well-being  --  so heroic of him,  really.  it doesn’t surprise him but he’s still a little taken aback anyway.  “don’t gotta worry about my wellbeing,  y’know.  i’ll be -- fine,  just need a little time to rest up.  i think waiting on hitting them would be  --  wiser,  strategically.  not that you need my help with that and all  --  i’m thinking we can go out the back and i got my car parked a mile away or so.”