CHEAPER AND DEEPER !

" SOMEWHERE MONEY BURNS. SOMEWHERE SOMEONE ELSE IS FRYING. " ( sideblog to tensleepshrike. written by ness. )

[infimace-blog]

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

[oldshowbiz]

Sickly Man Magazine

[bagofbonesmp3]

my uni friend asked me why I haven't dated in like 4+ years and all I could think about is this video

[freakytikigifs]

Day of the Jackal E03 S01

[alonggoodbye]

She stood with arms open wide, showing off an outfit which was an expensive mismatch of clothing items that were plucked from the depths of his closet. For a moment her pose wavers, but Halia is committed to the bit and pushes past the initial embarrassment of having to explain herself.

She gives him a little twirl.

"Well, obviously, I'm you, of course."

[budgetburials]

Everett offers a steadying hand as she comes back around, and, this time, really takes in the ensemble. It's only when he spots the monogram on the suede jacket, a series of silver numerals stitched above the hemline, that he recognizes the other pieces she's wearing as his own.

"Oh, god – "

Laughter overtakes the faux outrage. He rolls the magazine up and swats Halia, the cheeky little thing, playfully on the knee, all bark and no bite.

"You look too good to be me. Maybe if you yellowed your teeth? Had some acne?"

[hitman-agent47]

i forgot my fucking gun in the uber

[orpheusilver]

man with loophole fetish facing criminal charges gets off on a technicality

[freakytikigifs]

Eddie Redmayne in Day of the Jackal S01 E05

[alonggoodbye]

ACCIDENTALLY KIDNAPPING MAFIA BOSS FOR EVERETT OFC

@budgetburials

She wakes to the scent of smoked patchouli and cardamom— Everett's cologne. As her eyes flutter open, the temporary deafness ebbs and the shape of the luxury hotel room comes into focus. Slowly, she begins to feel aware of an alarm blaring like an air raid siren on the bed beside her. Halia swallows the groan caught in her throat and lazily hits the dismiss button on the screen, wishing they had booked a table for brunch at a later slot. She rolls over to find Everett Graves still asleep, sprawled across the bed on his back like a corpse hastily thrown into a shallow ditch.

Shuffling closer to the sleeping mafioso, she kicks the unused duvet off the king-sized mattress to make room for herself beside him. She sits up, checking the pockets of his suit jacket that had kept her warm the whole night for a cigarette and a light. Her head throbs. The night before was a high-octane blur of mixed vices that left her head spinning at all attempts at recalling any memories made after 5pm. Mentally, she chastises herself for being the one who suggested that they steadily day-drink to keep their buzz going until happy hour. Whatever, she thinks. They were most likely going to repeat that mistake again before the end of their trip.

"Ev," her voice is hoarse and dry even before she sucks in the hot smoke. Halia shakes his shoulders, "Wake up. We're going to be late for our reservation."

He stirs and makes a small sound of acknowledgement. A sleepy and dismissive hand waves her off before gesturing to his face. She repeats herself as she leans over him to wipe her smudged lipstick stain off his mouth, only to replace it with her lit Marlboro. He takes it eagerly between his teeth.

Halia waits for an answer that never comes.

"Okay, then. I'm taking a shower, Graves... I'm going to use up all of the hot water..." She sings the words at him as she backs away until her feet touch the floor. The Gucci sunglasses that cover his eyes betray nothing, but she hopes he's heard her. Her hands rest on her hips. "All right, well, don't fall asleep again and burn the hotel down, pretty boy."

He lets out a soft chuckle at her half-hearted obloquy (always a glutton for praise) and mumbles something along the lines of ‘oooooh, you think I’m pretty’. Halia rolls her eyes at the state of him while rubbing her red-stained fingers on the hem of her cocktail dress. He’s still drunk. What a mess— not that she's any better, of course.

Beside him on the nightstand, Everett's phone vibrates, threatening to throw itself onto the floor if not answered. She watches as he ignores it. Halia shakes her head at him as he sucks in the warm burn of the cigarette and releases an idle stream of smoke out of his nose. Something in her gut tells her that they're forgetting a significant detail of the night before.

"Hey. You did remember to let your goons know we were headed to Vegas for your birthday, right?"

[cherryfleischer-deactivated2026]

[budgetburials]

ROMANTIC GESTURES.

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALICIZE if there's potential / it depends. Repost, don't reblog — tagged by: @alonggoodbye

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument/sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner/coffee · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving (possibly toxic) · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

[alonggoodbye]

"Sure, life's too short to commit every fragment of your life to secrecy, innit?"

Mathias' eyes follow Everett's gaze through the screen as he takes a long drag from his freshly lit cigarette. Halia locks eyes with him as she pats the corner of her eye, careful not to disturb the sharp black wing in the process. She looks pretty good for someone who has been sobbing quietly in the upstairs bathroom for the last twenty minutes. He'd thought that it was totally out of character for her—  she's given him the 'don't like it? Don't eat it!' New York attitude all his life. But since she and Everett had gotten hitched it seemed like his adopted aunt was trying her best in her new role as someone's wife. Tough gig by the looks of things.

He gives Halia a concerned look as she joins them. She places a hand gracefully on his forearm in passing and smiles, reassuring Mathias that she's not about to show weakness now that she's out in the open. She takes her place beside the fuming ginger and leans her head on his shoulder.

Between Halia showing actual physical chemistry with another human being and Everett willing to verbally drop-kick his blood relative for her, maybe this marriage wasn't some weird tax fraud thing after all.

Distracted by how the two genuinely seemed like a couple, Mathias' body reflexively responds to Everett in Funeral Director mode. "What's healthier than unburdening one's conscience?"

(This man is also nosey as fuck.)

[budgetburials]

What the fuck was that.

He raises an eyebrow, bringing the empty glass to his lips again as self-conscious reflex. There's something about the response — the shift into his steward of death persona ( and it's sweet, really, that Mathias thinks Everett doesn't recognize the shift, that he can't tell the difference between when he's being his pal or just jerking him off ) and the strange fact of said steward of death agreeing with him — that brings him up short.

"You hearin' this guy?" He gives Halia, now tucked under his wing, a squeeze. Hikes a thumb accusingly at Mathias. "Tryin' to talk me into giving him the nuclear codes."

And he can stilll be convinced, hell, he even wants to be — just not by the guy currently living up to his wildcard namesake.

To Halia: "I'll tell the story if you want to hear it. But keep in mind, we've still got dessert. Coffee. Cards." Cawfee, caads. "Could be a long night if we don't pace ourselves."

[budgetburials]

When they enter the room, Everett glances cursorily over the top of the GQ clutched in his hands. Although intending not to react, he can't help but shake his head and snort at the sight. Halloween costumes always look so fucking goofy. Even when they're well done.

Another paragraph of the interview he's reading — about an up-and-coming actor he dimly recognizes — passes in silence.

"Okay, I'll bite." He shuts the magazine and lays it aside. "What are you supposed to be?"

open.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

down with found family. UP with FOUND DIVORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tomorrowillbeyou]

getting many questions about FOUND DIVORCE. FOUND DIVORCE is when TWO PEOPLE who were NOT EVEN MARRIED are already DIVORCED. thank you.

[budgetburials]

It isn't a Sunday dinner with the Graves until at least one sherry glass is broken, and everyone is at each other's throats before the carrots can make their way around the table twice.

In about half an hour, they'll reconvene for coffee, dessert, and a card game, and this family recipe for emotional spackle will miraculously smooth everything over — they'll be laughing, kissing each other's cheeks, and doing it all again next Sunday like nothing ever happened.

Until then, they enjoy their customary post-dinner cooldown apart. Everett continues grinding his ax out on the patio, getting the rest of the piss and vinegar out before they're forced to make up. Mathias hasn't asked for it, but he's about to get an earful of deep, dark secrets known only to password journals and God Himself.

Before he starts in, Everett glances over his shoulder to ensure their privacy and spots Halia through the screen door. With a wave, he beckons her to come join them. "The stories I could tell you about Jan, Merc, would make the devil clutch his fuckin' pearls." He knocks back the rest of his drink. "Wanna hear one?"

@alonggoodbye

[budgetburials]

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS (1/?).

GLENNON & JODY GRAVES. Everett's uncle and aunt, respectively. After Marcella's arrest and Cyril's abandonment, they legally adopted Everett and raised him as their own. Glennon was considered the family's heir apparent for most of his life but ended up pulling back from his life of organized crime after his children graduated high school. JANICE & WENDY GRAVES. Everett's cousins/adoptive sisters. Janice is the same age as Everett, Wendy is about ten years younger. Janice and Everett are related by blood and Wendy is adopted. The three of them are close to each other, but they still argue and bicker like they did when they were kids, occasionally leading to scraps. MARCELLA GRAVES (NÉE VOLTA) Everett's mother. Marcella married into the mob and, over the years, discovered an extraordinary acumen for white-collar crime. She was the brains of her family's various hustles and schemes, and her husband, Cyril, was the muscle. She was so well respected that she nearly became the first female capo but was arrested on RICO charges when Everett was five. She is currently serving a life sentence. Everett visits her once a month. CYRIL GRAVES. Everett's father. After Marcella, an outsider, began proving a more effective earner and influential family member, he started tampering with her businesses, resulting in her being caught and arrested. The same night she was arrested, he packed his things and hit the bricks, leaving behind his young son. Cyril was located and killed by the family in retribution a few years later. ADAM CHAMBERS. Everett's college roommate. Adam is the head of phlebotomy at a hospital in New York and occasionally moonlights as an EMT. He became involved with the mob in his early twenties when he was mugged coming out of the library, and his assailant cut both sides of his mouth up to his ears. Everett used his criminal connections to catch and dispose of the attacker. Adam has tried to stay out of it, but after the New York crime family discovered his ties to the Graves, they turned him into an asset. In exchange for his safety in New York, he patches up injured family members off the record and occasionally gives information about the NJ family.

[serial-unaliver-deactivated2024]

Your honor my client's love language is money laundering