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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@delnquent
✘ 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓 :⠀⠀𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓,⠀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄⠀&⠀𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄⠀denver⠀of netflix’s⠀𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐋.⠀mutuals only,⠀as well as canon and headcanon based.⠀by andy,⠀23,⠀she / they,⠀gmt +1 zone.⠀est.⠀september⠀'21.
𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ︱ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ︱ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
*Raises from the dead* Apologies for my absence here, but I’ve been dealing with some stuff ooc, and lost all motivation to write. So I’ll be putting this blog on a hiatus until the muse comes back.
So, Denver’s anger. I still need to write a proper headcanon going into detail because that’s such a big part of his life, yet we don’t really know much about it. But to keep it short, where does it come from? His mother’s ‘abandonment.’ Obviously, he’s never had it easy; with a father that kept going in and out of jail for years, and a mother fucked up on drugs most of the time, never really there for him. He just had no one to turn to for advice, for support, except Benjamín and Juanito Julia, who were practically family. Thus from an early age, he put up this tough front, having to fight his way through life; stealing, selling pills, just doing whatever was needed to get by on his own, to survive. But his mother leaving the family, it devastated him. And that sadness turned to frustration, aggression, a burning rage. Since bottling things up, being angry was so much better than feeling all that pain.
Jaime Lorente as Nano in Every Episode of Elite: 1x04
✘ 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐒 .
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 ?
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 .
You're so angry. You're angry even when you don't want to be. Angry at the world and the people who hurt you and yourself. Perhaps especially yourself. Because every mistake makes you boil over and if you don't punch walls or yell at the people you love most you just hold it all inside until you feel like a hurricane. But no one has ever loved more passionately than you. No one has ever cared more, or loved louder than you. You have so much capacity for gentleness, if you would just learn to forgive yourself. You deserve forgiveness. And deep down, you know that.
jaime lorente (denver) x casa de papel (03x4 partie 2)
▐ ✘ 𝐑𝐈𝐎, 𝒎𝒆𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐 .
“ I’m not going to leave until you tell me what the fuck is gong on. ” / @delnquent· & meme
It was no secret that Río had fleetingly met with Stockholm here and there. He hadn’t thought anything of it, nor about hiding it because this wasn’t betraying the bro code, or anything similar. He did not even like her like that and to be honest he took offense to it, to the allegation. He would never get involved with Stockholm, Denver should have known that. But the rage had blinded him like so many times already, it didn’t surprise him that much anymore, and perhaps it had been one hug too much, one smile too much, that finally set his best friend over the edge. What had, however, was that he did not seem to trust him. And that hurt. ❝ Nothing is going on. ❞ His left hand turned the faucet off as the other adjusted his rifle. The look he sent into the mirror was only fleetingly, as if wanting to see the other’s face without looking at him. He knew that anger was gnawing on him, that was no secret, he also knew that he wouldn’t believe him alone, he had to talk to Stockholm, too. And Río did not want to get in-between that. He didn’t want to cause any fights in an atmosphere that was already dripping with tension. Therefore avoiding Denver entirely seemed to be the best solution for now. Surely, they needed to talk that out. But not here and certainly not now. ❝ I’m going to watch Palermo for the next four hours, we can talk after that. ❞ It were two hours, actually. But the longer he could avoid this confrontation, the better it was. For who, that was certainly in question.
⠀⠀ Too much shit was going on, that was the problem. And not just heist-related, but also, especially, on a personal level. Ever since that stupid fight in the monastery, his relationship with Mónica had been hanging by a thread, that was no secret at all. Instead of talking things out, being fucking professionals, they had dragged their unresolved issues into the bank, planted a damn time bomb waiting to go off. And now, due to the ever-growing pressure, the absolute nightmare that rescue mission had just turned into; it all finally was, exploding like a volcano. Their perfect life together in paradise seemed more distant than ever, almost like a dream. As if the bubble of bliss had burst, and reality was smacking him square in the face. However, they had already made things work out during a heist before. Surely, Denver intended to fight for his family until his last fucking breath, prove to Mónica that he was still the same man she fell in love with back in the Mint. A better one, determined to change, leave behind the demons of his troubled past. For her, and for Cincinnati. They just had to sit down and talk like two adults. Yet, what does she do instead? Secretly meet with Río, being all smiles and fully opening up to him, sitting barefoot on a couch. Barefoot. Who the hell does that during a heist, a full-on fucking war? It was just the final straw, what had ultimately driven him over the edge: Río, a best friend. No, a brother, betraying his trust with such a stab in the back, when everything was crumbling down. Denver truly felt like he was losing his mind. Hence adjusting the rifle, stern gaze quickly fixes on the other’s reflection in the mirror at the sudden words, a blatant lie. ❝ Nothing? – That’s why you’ve been avoiding me around every corner. Can’t even look me in the face right now? Come on. ❞ Why act so strange, if there’s nothing to hide, to feel guilty about. It was just crystal clear, and Río’s attitude right now was really pissing him off. That’s why, firmly, a step forward is taken to stand in the latter’s way; chests barely touching, as well as pent-up anger notably rising, forcing him to stay in the room. Look him in the eye and dare to keep lying. ❝ Me importa una puta mierda Palermo. We’re talking now. ❞ That clown could wait right where he was; tied up, completely immobile. Denver's sanity, however, was at freaking stake here. ❝ ‘Cause you face things head on, not avoid them, ¿entiendes? So I’ll ask you again. What’s going on between you and Stockholm? ❞
THE X-FILES | Paper Clip (03.02)
She died for me and I tried to tell her I was sorry but I don’t think she’ll ever really know. Oh, she knows. Melissa knows. You were right. There is no justice. I don’t think this is about justice, Scully. Then what is it about? I think it’s about something we have no personal choice in. I think it’s about fate. I need something to put my back up against. I feel the same way. We’ve both lost so much… but I believe that what we’re looking for is in the X-Files. I’m more certain than ever that the truth is in there. I’ve heard the truth, Mulder. Now what I want are the answers.
@delnquent
Aaand guess who tested negative, thank fucking god. 😩 Must just be a huge ass cold or something though, because I still feel like shit, that’s why I’ve been so slow lately. But I’ll be catching up on ims and disco over the weekend.👌🏼
“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.”
— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
▐⠀ ✘⠀⠀ @mezarco liked for a short starter ; ⠀𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑳𝑨 .
❝ ¡Me cago en la puta! ❞ Heart pounding fiercely inside the chest, a loud angry scream erupts from deep within, clashing with Arturo’s the moment Denver’s back collides against the wall to catch his breath, calm the fuck down and think straight; sitting on the ground next to Manila with ashes falling all around, the blood on his arm flowing out like a small river. But that was the least of his problems right now, pain barely even felt due to the adrenaline rush that sent mind reeling. He knew exactly what the other was doing: provoking him to lure him out, then fry him with that flamethrower. – Get his fucking personal revenge, after all that time playing the martyr, living by and for that compulsive vendetta. Patético, but it was surely working. After all, for better or worse, Denver was an open book. And that anger of his: volatile, explosive, it would eventually be his downfall. Grip gradually tightening on the walkie-talkie, rage was just boiling over at this point, burning fiercely in the eyes while listening to the latter’s words. About Mónica, how vastly different they were, had nothing in common. Her love for him being a farce, thus targeting his deepest insecurities, hitting where it definitely hurt most while trying his damned best to keep his cool. And epically failing, as always with trembling fingers reloading the rifle, ready to riddle the bastard with bullets, end this once and for fucking all.
▐⠀ ✘⠀⠀ @multimuse-rp liked for a short starter ; ⠀𝑻𝑶𝑲𝒀𝑶 .
⠀⠀ Surely, robbing the Royal Mint had been nothing, mere child’s play compared to this next madness; breaking into the very Bank of Spain and making a huge fucking mess, the biggest one in history, that is. Practically a suicide mission, if it hadn’t been for their first big win after a few days, the sole reason why they had agreed to walk back into the lion’s den... Never to get out, most probably. Río’s liberation, strengthening everyone’s faltering hope to move on to the next part of the plan: keeping control, melting gold non-freaking-stop to get out of that rattrap as soon as possible, alive. That was the key, their ticket out: the gold. Hence staying more focused than ever was simply essential at this time. And yet, what does Tokyo do? She gets drunk as a skunk, fooling around and slowing down the whole process with the police out there, already planning their next attack. Because Río has dumped her. For fuck’s sake. As if she were the only one with problems in there, who has had her heart shattered to pieces in the last hours, feels like absolute shit after breaking up. – She wasn’t. The misery was definitely mutual, a bucket of ice cold water thrown over him at the worst possible moment, but that was an issue for another day. Now it was time to swallow all distracting emotions and work until they dropped, fight for their damn lives, period. Someone had to knock some sense into her before all domino pieces fell down, and utter chaos spread. Therefore elevator doors opening, a deep sigh escapes lips with features simultaneously hardening at the strong smell of alcohol in the air, tilting his head firmly to the side. ❝ Get in. Vamos. ❞
Me, staring at the dash, giving you all the biggest heart freaking eyes. 😍
La casa de Papel S5E2: Do you believe in recarnation?
@delnquent
WAIT HOLY CRAP ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY???? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Dude you’re SO AWESOME! Such a great person ooc and such a talented writer ic! I hope you have an amazing birthday!!! ❤️❤️
Eyy thank you soo much! 🖤 BUT STOP IT, ALLISON. You’re a fucking legend, with all those muses you just write perfectly. Seriously, your talent never ceases to amaze me, the lcdp fam wouldn’t be the same without ya. Can’t wait to write more with you and kill each other with all the angst.
