𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙻𝙻-𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃

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give me thread where ana goes to the prison alone to confront fisk on why he killed her family

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to me, my child

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I had to stay up until 7AM this morning to make sure that my dog was okay. As a result of that, I slept until 6PM and now I just don’t feel like doing much of anything but lurking. I hope you’ll understand.

Starters are still recorded, but know that I’m not accepting any new ones right now (so if you’ve liked the call in the past couple of days, sorry, but I won’t be making a random one for you). If you’ve liked the call in the past few days, feel free to come into my IM if we’re mutuals.

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@luthoric​ entered into a business agreement.

          ❛ ------ You’ve changed the POLITICAL and ECONOMICAL landscapes of Metropolis, Mr. Luthor. ❜

          Fisk’s GRAVELY voice echoed off of the rounded room on the top floor of LEXCORP. He’d been in Metropolis for all of forty-five minutes (arriving by private plane mere days after his incarceration had ended due to an overwhelming LACK (read: disappearance) of evidence) and had made no stops on his way to visiting the illustrious LEX LUTHOR, the man who had single handedly reformed a city from GROUND ZERO after it was destroyed in the throes of combat with two superhuman GODS. Wilson Fisk was no stranger to that kind of death, destruction and chaos ... The Kitchen thrived on it. Despite being so similar, though, the two cities were very different; while Metropolis was destroyed by gods, Hell’s Kitchen was destroyed by mere MEN, the very antithesis.

          Perhaps both parties of Fisk and Luthor could stand to BENEFIT from one another.

          Lex Luthor could always use contributors in one way or another, especially if they led to the advancement of his own goals. Wilson Fisk was not much for the cape and cowl type and was even less for homicidal maniacal gods with unchecked powers. If he knew Lex Luthor at all ---- and he believed he did ---- he knew that Lex would do anything to be rid of the SUPERMAN much as Fisk would do ANYTHING to free his own city from the clutches of the DEVIL HIMSELF. That in mind, he offered a half-smile (rather unenthusiastic as was characteristic of the KINGPIN) and a waiting palm for their first in-the-flesh meeting.

          ❛ ------ I think the two of us could BENEFIT from a friendship. ❜

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   would you please reblog this if you and/or your muse consider platonic sensual intimacy to be valid? if you believe in platonic kisses (even if it’s on the lips), platonic cuddling, sensual intimacy with no pressure to be sexual? – stuff like that? o~o

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@salonblowovt

          ❛ ------ How RUDE. ❜

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                                               selective indie stick || side blog || not spoiler free

                                                                    orthestick

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DID SOMEONE SAY JOLLY RANCHERS?

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          ❛ ------ CONTROL yourself, Mr. Sionis... Jolly Ranchers come to those who wait. ❜

[birdsuitedmoved]

      well mr. fisk, that sounds a bit like a kink that needs to be shamed

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          well now, mr. nelson... this is an interesting development. you and i aren’t so different--we’re all kinkshamers here.

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I’m still not feeling well. I just have ... no energy whatsoever. So that being said, stuff is on hold for a bit until I feel better.

I haven’t forgotten about you all, so don’t think I have. I’m sorry my queues are empty but I’d rather wait until I feel better and put out some quality drafts instead of posting stuff that’s hot garbage.

[traghizein-deactivated20180419]

I still don’t get why reviews are so hard and unfair with Batman vs Superman: Dawn of Justice. Like, it was good? At least, I liked it and I thought it was both entertaining and interesting.

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To add onto this, I’ve not read or heard a bad review from any fan that actually watched the movies. I’m thinking the critics went into the movie wanting it to be bad.

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listEN NOT ALL OF US CAN BE GIANTS DON'T MOCK ME FOR MY HEIght----

          It’s fine, Zoey. You can ride on my shoulders as we take back Hell’s Kitchen.

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8 people i’d like to get to know better.

( REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG !!! )

TAGGED BY: the conqueeftador @silverheartsilverskin TAGGING ( EIGHT PEOPLE ):  @oftonalreds @madehiswar @notforvengeance @ovalbound @dutyslain @yxtes @agammabomb @agcntstarbuck

ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): Bradley TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): October 25th. THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): scorpio af. FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 6′3…… in your face zoey FIVE ( TIME ):  4:06pm SIX ( SLEEP ): 8-12 hours SEVEN ( FAVORITE BOOKS ): I don’t really read many books, btu I suppose the Series of Unfortunate Events were pretty good. I mostly read comics. EIGHT ( FAVORITE ARTISTS ): Kanye West, Drake, Lorde, more that I can’t think of atm NINE ( LAST MOVIE WATCHED ): Deadpool TEN ( COLLEGE ):  currently taking a break ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): working on writing comics at marvel or dc  TWELVE ( THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): a scene in volume two of daredevil, fisk is having an inner monologue that goes “you still remember the taste of your father’s blood: like cold metal and fear.”

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If anyone comes across a batch of base Frank Castle / Jon Bernthal Punisher icons that are free for public use, could you send them my way? Iconing is such a tedious process...

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Unfortunately, I’m not feeling well today. I feel groggy and worn out, so I’m most likely just going to lurk, do some iconing, work on my PUNISHER blog and try to focus on feeling better.

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@traghizein entered into a business agreement.

          ❛ ------ TELL ME about The Hand. ❜ Silence was forced back into the darkness as Wilson’s gravely voice drowned it out. It wasn’t often that he engaged in talks of this nature with people outside of his organization, but when the FEMME FATALE approached him with the notion in mind that this ancient organization was devising a plan to destroy his city, he couldn’t--in good conscience--stand idly by, even if it meant that he had to work with an ally of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

          Wilson hadn’t been in control of the fate of the kitchen while he was imprisoned but now that all of his favors had come back--the bribes, the deals, the business arrangements, what have you--he was a free man, acquitted of all charges based on a staggering lack of evidence. As for what happened to the evidence they had on him, it didn’t matter. As far as Wilson Fisk was concerned, he hadn’t had anything to do with any of the libelous accusations of the NEW YORK BULLETIN. For now, though, his attention was not on the public perception and more on the survival of this city he had fought so hard for. Unfortunately for everyone around him, though, he began to grow impatient.

          ❛ ------ TODAY, girl. I don’t have the time nor the patience to play these petty games. ❜

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@thedevilscourt entered into a signed his death warrant.

          REVENGE was a weak-willed man’s motive. Revenge was the stuff of weak souls that poor men used in order to justify the actions that they take. Wilson Fisk was not such a man, nor would he ever be such a man. No, his motives were not based around revenge but instead around LOVE and HONOR. The very amateur lawyer who thought he had so excellently foiled the newly crowned KINGPIN’S plans had made the dire mistake of invoking the one person that Wilson loved more than the Kitchen itself and for that, he would pay with his life--Wilson had promised himself that.

          No one was to ever take her name in vain, not around him. He loved her more than life itself, more than the very city he had sworn a public oath to improve, and surely that would show through now as Wilson Fisk stepped out of the security ward of RYKER’S ISLAND and out into the brisk night-time air. It felt ... surreal to Wilson that even at this moment, the status of HELL’S KITCHEN hadn’t improved in the least. It had went from drugs and violence, rapists and thugs, to a crazed vigilante on the hunt for the men who had murdered his family. While Wilson could not fault him, he also knew that it was just another cancerous GROWTH forming in his beloved home.

          He would deal with this self-proclaimed PUNISHER later. For now, though... For now, his objective was to return home and confront the lawyer who had so foolishly came to the interrogation room, in the prison that he more or less bought over the course of a few months, and threatened him. His sights were set first on MATTHEW MURDOCK and then on FRANKLIN NELSON. Those names he committed to memory--two oafish attorneys that would never get a chance at redemption, never get a chance to see his vision for Hell’s Kitchen--in the name of protecting his beloved VANESSA’S honor.

          As fingers found the cuff links that Vanessa had chosen for him, he stroked them sentimentally while waiting for his car to arrive. As it did, he slipped into the back seat and stared out of the window longingly at the city that had made him the MAN he was, whilst en route to his destination. The Kitchen would burn, starting first with Matthew Murdock.