H. P. VASQUEZ @hvgo - Tumblr Blog

My friend is planning on running an obstacle course that involves pole dancing & lots of gymnastics dressed as deadpool to x gon' give it to ya. I really want her to do this.

#like.#a lot.

pandoranhaiku:

Notification: “@hvgo is following you”. Action is taken.

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A spacious office, a beautiful view of space, and a ball of dirt.

“Contract with no name, including a weighty sum, and paid in advance.”

It’s Hyperion, therefore cannot be trusted. But still, money talks. And a wage like that seems to promise great challenge, in all likelihood.

“Common ettiquette demands listing a target before the hiring. You don’t seem to care, yet you ask for me by name. So what the hell, dude?”

❝ What ? Have you never been a bodyguard before ? ❞

his tone is highly denigrating. way past rude. common etiquette doesn’t apply to those who view themselves uncommon. what does the assassin want ? a tip ?

❝ Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. ❞

#pandoranhaiku #│╳ ▀ ▄ { V; MAIN }

I should have let my mascara dry before i put my glasses on. Tits.

@sxntience

❝ You don’t look like you’re supposed to be up here. GET BACK TO YOUR FLOOR. ❞

#[ sorry omg he's so mean sometimes ]#[dont take it personally rei he's probs showing off to his coworkers ]#│╳ ▀ ▄ { V; MAIN }#sxntience

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#♫ dramatic theme music ♬#[ he will tho ]

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aspenandvine:

Song of the Day: Breathe into Me, Marian Hill

#♫ dramatic theme music ♬#[ generally a hot track tho ]

knockoutbaker:

❈ ❤ ❈ → The baker only caught a glimpse

of the man as he passed by the shop, but thought nothing of it. Most of his customers are women, anyway - men tend to be put off by the pastel colors and overall cute aesthetic. When he turned to face his next customer, however, David drew a complete blank for a solid few seconds.

“ I…yes! Yes, of course. Right here. ”

Oh no - he’s HOT.

The baker quickly stepped behind the display and plucked a truffle - dark chocolate caramel - from the case.

“ For you or someone else? Try this one —you look like a caramel guy to me. ”

❝ For me, thank you. I---uh--- I really like chocolates.❞

free samples? this guy is either confident in his craft, or desperate for clientele. the taste test confirmed the former (as it should have). try as he may to keep it in---------- a quiet moan crept past his cool. also confirmed: smooth melty caramel is at least equal to (if not better than) sex. a chuckle && a joke to save the businessman’s smiling face.

❝ I am a caramel guy, actually. Well--- half. Cuban. ❞

#[at last by etta james plays]#│╳ ▀ ▄ { V; MAIN }#knockoutbaker

Hugo is fantastic. Your understanding of his character is profound. Your writing is incredible. You are my new favorite TFTBL blog.

[ what in the ass? noooooo. you don’t mean that. this actually made me feel a lot better after the negativity i was receiving. thank you. soo much ]

gh0stiiing:

▐ ▓ ;; Gh0sting

A scoff left the assassin, glancing at the Hyperion man. His tone seemed to hold a particular bluntness to it. Zer0 didn’t m- ind. That attitude went ignored.

＂I see. This bothers / you? Perhaps I’ll just keep at / it. More fun that way.＂

❝ I’d probably appreciate your nonchalance a lot more if I wasn’t so irritated. ❞

he clears his throat, retrieves a few files, takes his seat, && gestures for the other to do the same. he hates actually saying things like ‘let’s get down to business.’ even though it would sound great in his voice. too cliche. waaaaaaay too cliche. especially for this scenario.

#│╳ ▀ ▄ { V; MAIN }#gh0stiiing #[ hehe. papa franku is the tits tbh. i love joji's take on internet satire. ]

badgirlsasha:

“I can imagine.” Sasha restored with a shrug. Big businessmen never really did. However his last statement made her smirk and she proudly put her hands on her hips.

“Damn right I can. Augy wasn’t lying there that’s for sure. I’m the best cook on Pandora, not to mention the best gunslinger too. Can’t be a badass on an empty stomach, that’s my motto.”

the sincerest of smiles (that he could conjure up, at least).

❝ Wanna help me make ceviche ? ❞

a cooler is pulled from seemingly thin air------ contents: ingredients for ceviche, which he proudly displays as if he raised those fish himself. && grew those tantalizing fresh veggies. && maybe even hand squeezed the wonderfully a r o m a t i c lime juice.

#│╳ ▀ ▄ { V; MAIN }#badgirlsasha #[ sorry for the delay ]#[ i was salty ngl-- not about u but in general lol]

bloodybluecap:

The youngster folded her arms at the current president, eyebrows knitting together into a scowl.

❝Oh yeah, real original pinning it on the kid. How the hell should I know what happened to it?❞

❝ Is that sass ? I detect sass. Look, little missy------ it was in my jacket pocket, you walked by, now it’s gone. Simple. ❞

a heavy sigh. an eyeroll worthy of the silver screen. a deliberate ascension from his comfortable seated position------ (if only to literally look down on the child.)

❝ What ? Are you waiting for a ‘please’ ? ❞

#│╳ ▀ ▄ { V; MAIN }#bloodybluecap