I am not pure of heart

What makes a man a man? A friend of mine once wondered. Is it his origins? The way he comes to life? I don't think so. It's the choices he makes. Not how he starts things, but how he decides to end them. | indie John Myers | Hellboy | #agxntmyers ♡

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Reasons why your sign sucks

[agxntmyers]

gnashing-of-teeth:

Aries: over competitive, self centered Taurus: the best sign, does not suck at all Gemini: afraid of commitment, doesn’t know when to be serious Cancer: manipulative and moody Leo: attention whores Virgo: judgey and super boring Libra: literally will never shut up Scorpio: rude af Sagittarius: in your face and over the top Capricorn: they are actually pretty cool Aquarius: shady And emotionally dead (watch out for these fuckers) Pisces: cry babies

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‘do u have kinks’ yeah like five in my neck

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[agxntmyers]

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[agxntmyers]

hellblazed:

“Can’t BLAME them? Y’mean the demons?”

Myers might as well have declared himself the Queen of England. Constantine’s got a look of tired skepticism on his face– as if somehow, with that comment alone, the other John has joined the pack of loonies Constantine has to deal with on the regular.

“Tell you what. As soon as they stop rustling up plague and war and generally apocalyptic, world-ending business, I’ll be a little more sympathetic to their plight. For now, though, I really don’t give a rats arse if they’re a touch mithered by some frowsy costumes. They’re bloody DEMONS, mate.” 

John bristled, despite himself. “Not all demons are bad.” It was a good thing he carried that soap box around with him, though admittedly Constantine was probably the worst possible audience for it. “I work with one, and he's not bad.” Yeah, he was almost okay. “He's one of the best men I've ever met.” Most of the time anyway. Hellboy was a perfect example of nurture over nature. Say what you want about him, just not in front of John. John had known him for almost thirteen years, he wasn't about to let him be lumped in with the rest of his generally apocalyptic kin. 

“I was talking about monsters in general anyway. You'd be surprised how many of them have regular jobs just like regular folks.” The number of troll taxi drivers in New York would astound you.

[timbradford]

So what happened? It was terrible, Brother. I was kidnapped. No, Luci. I meant Mom.

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Trick ‘r treat (2008)

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whcwashe:

“YEAH, it makes a difference. I’m not gonna eat all of it if it’s off brand —” She sighs, taking the bag from him to inspect it, not even really sure what she’s LOOKING for. She doesn’t remember what kind of candy he bought last year. It’s not exactly a point she can argue. “Off brand chocolate tastes like plastic …” Not that it’d make a difference to kids, she’s sure it wouldn’t. It was a decent argument in her own favor though, as far as she’s concerned. Still, she shrugs and hands the bag back, glancing down the aisle. “I’m sure you’ll be fine as long as you’re not handing out pennies or floss.” Or apples, or whatever it was that dentists handed out on halloween. She’d had a neighbor who’d handed out pencils one year, that hadn’t gone over well.

“Plus – I’m gonna be home all night anyway, I’m not gonna let some kids egg your bike, it’s fine. Just – get the candy now, if we run out I’ll get more.”

“Are you trick or treating this year?” He asked playfully, leaning down to kiss the side of her head quickly. “Should I take off work?” He mumbled into her hair. It's a joke, one he hopes won't start a fight, but it's toeing the line nonetheless. His job, like politics and religion for most people, was one of those things they tried not to talk about, just like John didn't ask about what she did with the other John in her life behind his back. He trusted her, for one thing, and he'd have an aneurysm if he knew the details, for another. 

“What's wrong with floss?” He reached around her to grab a bag of Halloween themed Hershey's Kisses off the shelf but just ended up with his arm around her. “People should floss more. Especially kids.” He held up the bag of Kisses and tapped her on the mouth with it. “Especially on Halloween.”

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hellblazed:

“Not to mention that it’s a free-for-all for all the NASTIES crawling up out of the shadows. All the usual fun of hunting hellspawn, except humanity’s actively working to make it as difficult as possible. Differentiating between demons and a pack of teenage wankers? Good luck. And that’s just if the demons keep their nasty little claws to themselves– the party doesn’t really start until limbs go flying and someone’s projectile vomiting BLOOD.” He’d been running the exorcist gig for close to twenty years now– and in those twenty years, there was scarcely a Halloween that had gone well.

“Tell me about it. Do you know how much interference we have to run on teenagers screwing around with ouija boards every year? And they can't tell the difference either,” “they” here meaning the things that went bump in the night, and if he had a nickel for every time a goblin talked his ear off about the insensitivity of human children running around in scary masks he'd have enough money to afford the vacations he never took. “it's dangerous.” He was forty-one, he was getting too old to stand in a cemetery at 3 o'clock in the morning trying to explain to a group of drunk, giggling twenty-somethings why trying to summon a demon in the middle of the night was a really, really bad idea. “I don't blame them for getting t-o'd every year, I'd be upset too if people dressed their kids up like me.”

[agxntmyers]

@whcwashe

“lbr, john, you can take a punch much better than myers.”

What are you trying to say?

[agxntmyers]

whcwashe:

“ ——– That’s really unfair, I think you’re underestimating my capacity for self control.” He wasn’t. He was right. Even if she didn’t mean to, she’d probably eat half of it absentmindedly, and the other half when she was stressed. Still, she was hardly about to admit to that, not openly. Her nose wrinkles as she sighs, glancing at the bag with a frown. “Besides, that’s not even good candy, nobody likes that candy – I don’t even like that candy. It’s a knockoff brand.” Well. Chocolate, is chocolate, is chocolate, but it was a fair argument. “Besides, when’re we gonna have time to go shopping again?” She pauses, eyebrows raising. She had all the time in the world, but that didn’t mean they both did. Nor could she guarantee she’d have the ENERGY to go out and shop.  Halloween was hard, after all. Especially for anyone involved in the supernatural. 

John was doing everything in his power not to smile while Liv was arguing with him and failing miserably. He cleared his throat, which only drew attention to the fact that he was laughing at her, not mean-spiritedly but still. “Does it make a difference?” He turned the bag over, reading the nutritional facts because that was what men in their forties did. “This is the kind I get every year.” Yikes, John. His feelings on trick or treating were a matter of public record at this point, but that didn't stop him from putting a bowl of candy out before he went to work anyway. It wasn't his job to tell parents how to teach their kids about stranger danger, it was his job to make sure their kids didn't get eaten by the other things on the street on the 31st.

He wasn't touching that one with a ten foot pole, his schedule was a hot button issue in their relationship, and he wasn't going to be the one to press it today. “I don't think it really matters what kind we get, I just don't want my bike getting egged again.” He forgot to put candy out two years ago. Never again.

[agxntmyers]

hellblazed:

“I hate Halloween.”

John didn't want to say “join the club” but —join the club. His feelings for Halloween were like an on-again/off-again relationship: complicated. He'll have been with the BPRD thirteen years this Halloween and he was still on the fence about the holiday. “I don't know, the Central Park trolls seem to like it, they can walk around without glamour for once. My problem is trick or treating, it sends mixed signals to kids. Don't talk to strangers except this one night where it's okay to knock on their doors and take food from them.” Wow, John, tell us how you really feel.

[midnightmurdershow]

Hellboy (2004) Directed by Guillermo del Toro

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[agxntmyers]

@whcwashe

[night-dawn-day]

You know, you should be more careful. There are rules. You might upset someone. Oh, please. Who?

[agxntmyers]

"Have I seen the headless horseman? No. Have I seen a headless horseman? Sure. They're called dullahan and also aren’t fictional."

[agxntmyers]

@whcwashe

"I'm not trying to get out of buying candy, that’s not what I’m saying." It was a dollar a bag and he worked for the government, it wouldn't exactly break the bank, that wasn’t the point he was trying to make. His personal issues with the holiday notwithstanding, he wasn’t a Halloween Grinch. Just because he wasn't having any didn't mean he had to ruin someone else's fun. "but Halloween is two weeks away. I love you but you're going to eat it all before then." That wasn't a remark on his girlfriend's weight so much as it was an expectation based on precedent. It was a foregone conclusion, like him ironing his pants. Liv slept in bathtubs and would eat every single piece of Halloween candy he brought in the house before the 31st if they bought it now. These were facts.