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@castletm said: i need a life away from death. we should all just let ourselves be a little boring again.

SENTENCE PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS TV SHOWS

her laugh is a labored wheeze that spills out in the thin spaces between bruised ribs. sweat laps the nape of neck, mixing up its adrenal cocktail with soot & sulfur into the mat of her hair tumbled over her shoulders. " ----- boring's for assholes. "

( not for us. )

the bulbs of her busted knuckles fumble across the cold bite of the fire escape holding up her buckling frame until they find his. a matched set: split skin for split skin, scars healing atop themselves again & again until its all unfeeling callous.

Does Diana? Where once anger would have been emphasized in her voice, now she is simply tired. This world, humanity, rejects the very notion of peace, rejects the very principle that inspires Diana to awaken each morning. She is a believer and all around her are those who detest that which she would worship. Perhaps love should sound futile to a woman with a broken heart, but Diana always has been persistent.

She reaches her left hand out, as though offering him a choice in whether or not to surrender the weapon.

❝ Or are the men behind the trigger you pull beyond such curtesy? ❞

meme. 

If only Frank knew how much Billy wanted that, despite the circumstances.

He’d give anything to go somewhere nice and forget all the shit that’s happened. 

Maybe they’d be able to take Rawlins together. If Frank would be willing to forgive him. Billy likes to think that he’d understand his situation, but there’s a part of him that doubts it.

There’s a soft laugh from his mouth, his breath coming out in the form of a cloud once it hits the cold air. “Yeah, yeah I think I’d like that. Feels kinda fitting, huh? Like old times.”

          the first kill had been the difficult one ,          morality and regrets catching up on her after anger and rage had subdued .   she had been horrified by the things she'd done , by the blood she had spilled in the name of friendship .   'NICK WOULDN'T WANT THIS' , she had convinced herself , until the boy himself told her otherwise , congratulating her on making the difficult but right choice .   now that she had killed her fair share of opponents   (   of criminals , one might say   )   she felt no remorse , knowing that so long as others agreed she was good there was nothing to worry about .   she was , in comparison to the men she killed , virtuous , brave and above all good and fair  .   however , she was still worried about one thing …          ❝     are you going to tell the police  ?     ❞

𝐼𝑇 𝑀𝐴𝑌 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝐷𝐸𝐶𝐼𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁, 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾 𝐼𝑇, 𝐼𝑇’𝑆 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸.    /      @castletm​​

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐀  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇.  ❝  Shit,  man,  if  that  ain't  the  story  of  my  life.  ❞  Relationships.  Jobs.  Aliens.  He's  got  a  damn  running  record  as  long  as  his  arm  for  bad  decisions,  and  yet  somehow  he's  still  standing,  so,  well,  fuck  it.  His  other,  meanwhile,  is  drolly  candid:    【  𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗗𝗢  𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘  𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗬  𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦.  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦  𝗪𝗛𝗬  𝗪𝗘  𝗔𝗥𝗘  𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.  】    (  That  earns  a  brief  skew  of  his  mouth  and  a  furrow  of  his  brows,  but  he  manages  to  bite  his  tongue.  )

Gaze turns to notice him slowly start to stir in the medical bed, huff of relief escaping her at the sight through she’s quick to start granting explanations; it’s not exactly grand for anyone to simply just awaken in unknown surroundings, considering the state he had been discovered in.

“ - You’re in my clinic here in New York under treatment; you were unconscious and had a lot of injuries that needed to be dealt with. You’ve been out for about. . .” A glance down to the watch on her wrist. “ looks like 32 hours overall.” She won’t go into detail just how terrible he was when she found him; crimson staining the concrete, evidence of close combat just as much as she could recognize a few bullet wounds in him. Whoever he was up against, it didn’t appear exactly like an even match, she’ll state that. & the gear he adorned when she found him - good to see Bouncer was keeping up with some kind of workout routine.

“All your weapons and gear are stored away, but they’re safe.”

fluff   sentence   starters   .   accepting

         nomadic.   two   creatures   of   shadows,   unrepentantly   free,   unchained   to   no   place   and   no   one.   except   .  .  .   except,   what   happens   when   you   push   two   celestial   orbs   together   ??   lonesome   in   their   orbit,   fearsome   in   the   magnetic   pull,   devourers   of   worlds.   there   is   beauty   in   chaos,   like   the   inexplicable   attraction   towards   open   flame.   are   they   not,   then,   all   moths   drawn   to   their   death   ??   lambs   for   the   slaughter,   wearing   wolf   teeth   around   their   necks,   waiting   to   see   which   one   howls   the   loudest.

      what   is   it   about   him   that   turns   her   into   starburst   ??   one   glance   from   him,   one   touch   of   rough   digits   across   perpetually   unmarred   flesh   and   she’s   melting,   floating,   lost   amidst   the   cosmos.   she   takes   his   bloodied   hands   and   wraps   his   fingers   ‘round   her   neck,   slips   herself   whole   inside   the   maw   of   the   beast.   people   like   them   thrive   in   danger,   let   it   coil   around   their   bones,   whisper   in   their   ears.   people   like   them   aren’t   meant   to   be   sedated.

      she’s   pressed   against   his   side,   fingers   spread   across   his   beating   heart.   it   echoes   through   her   bones,   furnishes   the   empty   house   her   body   used   to   be.   it   makes   her   soft.   her   mother   always   told   her   that   there   are   locked   rooms   inside   every   woman;   some   men   come   with   keys.   others   break   the   fucking   walls   down.   she   said   nothing   about   those   who   coax   you   to   open   it   from   within,   to   take   down   your   own   fortress,   one   brick   at   a   time.   but,   then   again,   frank   castle   is   not   a   man   that   can   be   categorised   in   neat   little   boxes.   he   lives   to   defy.

      their   dog   is   sleeping   in   her   lap,   shadow   curled   up   against   frank’s   other   side,   the   tv   playing   some   mindless   horror   flick   that’s   all   jumpscares   and   cheap   costumes,   and   honestly,   jessica   has   never   felt   more   domestic.   her   mouth   still   tastes   of   blood   from   where   she’s   licked   it   from   his   split   lip,   and   she’s   decided   for   a   night   in   so   he   wouldn’t   tear   his   damn   stitches   again,   but   it’s   as   close   to   normalcy   as   they   can   get.   and   then   he   speaks,   and   she   feels   her   heart   stutter.

      “   yeah   ??   ”         hickory   hues   flicker   from   the   screen   up   to   his   face,   and,   if   her   whole   body   wasn’t   already   vibrating   with   the   confession,   it   would   be   now.   she   hides   it   against   his   chest   and   then,   as   she   shifts   to   straddle   his   thighs,   much   to   the   pets’   dismay,   her   eyes   are   suspiciously   shiny   and   wet.   her   hands   find   his   cheeks,   pads   catching   onto   the   stubble,   before   mouth   crashes   against   mouth,   needy   and   gentle   and   overflowing   with   love.

HEAD  TILTS  IN  AMUSEMENT    ,  breath  labored  as  eyes  darken,      “      you  brought  guns  to  a  sword  fight      ?      ”