Aug 27, 2017
YEARS GO BY AND HEARTS START TO HARDEN . HERE COMES A FEELING YOU THOUGHT YOU’D FORGOTTEN !
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YEARS GO BY AND HEARTS START TO HARDEN . HERE COMES A FEELING YOU THOUGHT YOU’D FORGOTTEN !
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GOD OF WAR: RAGNAROK ! ACCEPTING .
EYES ARE DRAWN DOWNWARD, POROUS CONCRETE SOAKING UP RED ! VERMILLION SPLATTERED ACROSS THE TOPS OF HIS SNEAKERS. sometimes, there is no other way. reasonably he knows to accept what he's been told, but for some reason those words bounce around in his head like loose change in the pocket of a wayward straggler clinging to a past that no longer exists. he doesn't soak them up like a sponge, he doesn't accept them as truth, he simply stares at his shoes– then the lifeless eyes of the body in front of him. " ... what if there was ... another way? " maybe not for this one, but what about the next? or the one after that? people would keep coming, hunger driving them to craven actions. would his companion (@onebatch) kill them all? mikky was used to a cruel world, but that cruel world was nothing like the one outside of the QZ; this he was beginning to quickly realize.
En honneur du Punisher qui a débarqué sur @netflixfr ! Le POP du Punisher est dispo à la boutique ! #onebatch #twobatch #threebatch #punisher #marvel #netflix #pop #funko (à Pulp's Bordeaux)
You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings. * flips u off n scooters away *
you know every way to make them bloom.
HE SPEAKS of the melody of his heart strings, & it isn’t the same as hers, but god, they must have had the same damn composer. she’s better at reading crime reports than sheet music, but still, she can feel that symphony all the way down in her stomach, a feeling of light that somehow seems to sit heavily in her gut. her lips are open & soft 'gainst the corner of his mouth, her nails scraping just so on the stubble of his cheek, down to the angular line of his jaw. oh, it certainly feels like it’s some kind of opus, with his rough hands pressed so carefully on her back, with his thumb brushing over her hip. her free hand is down at the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath the fabric & pressing the velvet pads of her fingers along his war torn body, her legs bracing on either side of his. when she slots her mouth across his, it’s like a single low note of a violin, trembling & persistent, just like her.
❛ frank. ❜ his name to so many is just a synonym for war, for terror, for bloody streets & too many bodies to fit in a morgue. but coming from her mouth so softly, so quiet in the almost silence of her living room, more like a sigh than speech, it seems to sound more like another word for surrender. it falls from her peony mouth once more, breathless, the hand on his face winding up to his hair. a tug ; not enough to hurt, not really, but certainly enough to move his head back, to make him look up at her with those harsh brown eyes. this oeuvre is held firmly in her erratic heart, a song she is still learning the words to.
This is it guys. Walang kakaba kaba! Kaya natin 'to batch 2017! Sabay sabay nating dugtungan ng PTRP ang mga pangalan natin! Claim it! 🙏💪💙 #UERMBatch2017 #OneBatch #MagicWord #OneHundredPercent 💯
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For you alone I will be weak. : )
that’s how you get deathless, volchitsa.
❛ i’m not sure i’d call you weak at all. ❜ looking at him, she sees A SPLIT LIP / BRUISED KNUCKLES. she doesn’t know that there’s any weakness in that, in the way he seems to loom over everything else in the room. they must have very different definitions of the word.
FOR HER : nightmares that end when she wakes up in a cold sweat, except they don’t really ever end. they way she jumps when someone knocks on the door, like each knuckle rapt is a gunshot instead of a greeting. keeping the window leading out to her fire escape unlocked just in case he decides to come by.
FOR HIM : well. she doesn’t know that either. maybe he thinks all of this is weakness. his smile, her easy laugh, half eaten take out, or coffee at the diner. things that don’t belong to a self - proclaimed dead man, things that he might have had before ( & that’s something else entirely, how frank castle’s life can be split into before & after ). what she does know is that he has more blood on his hands than she ever will, but she doesn’t think she’ll ever find it in herself to be afraid of him. & why should she ? FOR YOU ALONE——
❛ i know who you are. i’m not asking you to change that. i’m not asking you to be weak. ❜
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DID SOMEBODY SAY DRAGONS drAGoNS
DRAGONS!!!