#halastarred

Dropped for you!

“ What a fuckin’ mess this is. ” And boy howdy what a mess it was! Zombies, ghosts, possessions, a whole slew of bullcrap for the entire city to deal with. Yet even with how bad this was it sure could get a whole lot worse. At the very least there weren’t werewolves and other monstrosities running amok. Though given how cruel the bastards who brought everyone here were it was a definite possibility. Regardless of all that the Boss was fairing quite decently during this hell. It’s a been there done that sort of deal. If anything he at least appreciated the murder, yet fighting zombies didn’t have the same je ne sais quoi that killing regular people did.

So a break would be needed, hence why one could find the crime lord/fakey fake businessman situated on a rooftop somewhere just watching the chaos. “ Mm, should’ve brought snacks. Maybe a six-pack too. Shame. ”

Send me 📸 for a vine that reminds me of our muses

he walks the shoreline, in full suit- staring at the horizon. there's something that beckons him there, perhaps it's the nature of this festivity, and the importance it holds. for once in way to long, snake lets his guard down- concentrating alone in the sea and the lights. maybe for too long.

causing him to lose track of his surroundings, and bump someone else.

it gets him on edge- standing bristled until he realizes this is no place for that.

"i-"

Oh no. Please leave.

    “Come now, Carol, it wouldn’t be the same interred on a city-sized island with no hope of escape unless I was there to remind us all how to have fun in these trying times, now would it?”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Captain Marvel!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 342!

You’ll be able to fly for up to 20 minutes per day.