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1970s!robert de niro is everything

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[ivanmartinezm]

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it's time for me to take it; i'm the boss right now not gonna fake it, not when you go down 'cause this is my game, and you better come to play

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do you ever think about how anne's thirst for (admittedly wrongful) revenge against murphy ran so deep that she singlehandedly ruined her marriage by performing countless sexual favors for the other guards and wardens at wayside pen just to ensure that murphy was put under her watch during his transfer  do you ever think about how far she's strayed from frank's teachings about being kind and helpful and become a bitter husk hellbent on vengeance because she's come to detest the criminals that frank tried so desperately to help and see in a positive light  do you ever think about how her father meant the world to her and how she wanted to be just like him and rid the world of bad guys and now she can barely think about him without getting sick because she feels like a failure and a disappointment  do you ever think about how deeply ingrained her self-loathing and doubt is that she can't fucking process that, despite everything she's done and all the awful and degrading acts she's performed, her father would have loved her all the same bc she was the single most important thing in his life because i do

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for halloween im going as a disappointment to my family

[peppero]

at least you dont need to buy a costume

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ouch

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There may have been a time in Blake’s life where he enjoyed a full, restful night of sleep. He can’t remember when that was, but it definitely hasn’t been that way as of late. From sunrise to sunset Blake had been attending appointments; the shrink, the pharmacist, the other shrink. All he wanted to do at this point was get home and try to get in a few hours of sleep, and hope his medication does what it’s supposed to do – Recover. He wanted to believe that the therapy was helping, though far from perfect. Without Lynn, there was an inner struggle. Undeniable paranoia. Distrust. If they knew he was still seeing visions from time to time they might lock him back up, and he couldn’t risk that. He’d just have to deal with it. A bright light barrels towards Blake, blinding him. Instead of moving, he raises his hand to shield his eyes. Not again, not back there, please God. He doesn’t hear the cars warning him to move. Someone grabs him and swings him back onto the curb. He hits the ground, glasses miraculously don’t shatter when they hit the pavement. They help him back up to his feet, and it’s dawning on him that he was almost hit by a car. It’s also dawning on him the longer he studies the officer’s face that it’s someone he’d almost forgotten about.

    “ Anne? Anne Cunningham? Holy shit. Thank you. I don’t know what I was thinking. “ He knew what he was thinking, but he wasn’t going to get into it.    “ Hell of a way to run into you. “

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       ❛  -----  Blake. ❜         his name leaves her lips breathlessly, stomach churning in her gut.  a creeping sense of guilt washes over her  --  mostly due to the fact that they fell out of contact after college, which she attributed entirely to her busy schedule and  ( if she’s being honest )  lack of desire to socialize.  it wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed Blake’s company; it was just that they led such different lives and held such drastically different values.  college woes aside, they had very little in common... but then again, when did she ever have anything in common with the people around her?  perhaps her sole-minded focus on her career was for the best.  otherwise, her loneliness might consume her.      with a shake of her head, she narrows her eyes, lips pursing in thought.      ❛ the hell were you doing? christ  --  still as air-headed as ever. ❜

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     to expand on a bit of that long headcanon prompt --  Anne only has one tattoo.  after her father passed away, she had his badge number immortalized on her back, just above her right shoulder blade.  

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TAGGED BY :  @griefled  kiss kiss  :^* TAGGING :  @blakeagainstthemachine , @rickityrrekt  uhh fuck idk whoever else wants to do it

BODY.

Long legs.  Short legs.    Average legs.   Slender thighs.   Thick thighs.  Toned thighs.  Muscular thighs.  Skinny arms.   Soft arms.  Toned arms.  Muscular arms.  Toned stomach.  Flat stomach.   Flabby Stomach.  Soft stomach.  Beer belly.   Lean frame.   Beefy/muscular frame.  Voluptuous frame.    Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ).   Lanky frame.    Short nails.   Long nails.   Manicured nails.    Dirty nails.    Flat ass.  Toned ass.   Bubble butt.   Small waist.   Thick waist.   Narrow hips.  Average hips.   Wide hips.  Big feet.   Average feet.    Small feet.  Soft feet.  Slender feet.   Calloused hands.   Soft hands.  Big hands.   Average hands.  Small hands.   Long fingers.   Short fingers.  Average fingers.   Broad shoulder.  Underweight.  Average weight.   Overweight.

HEIGHT.

Shorter than 140 cm.   141 cm-150 cm.    151 cm to 160 cm.    161 cm to 170 cm.    171 cm to 180cm.  181 cm to 190 cm.  191 cm to 2m.  Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale.  Rosy.  Olive.  Dark.  Tanned.   Blotchy.  Smooth.   Acne.   Dry.  Greasy.   Freckled.

EYES.

Small.    Large.   Average.  Grey.   Brown.  Blue.   Green.   Gold.  Hazel.   Doe-eyed.  Almond.   Close-set.    Wide-set.   Squinty.    Monolid.   Heavy eyelids.  Upturned.   Downturned.  Sunken.

HAIR.

Thin.   Thick.  Fine.    Normal.  Greasy.    Dry.   Soft.    Shiny.  Curly.   Frizzy.    Wild.  Unruly.  Straight.   Smooth.  Wavy.   Floppy.    Cropped.    Pixie-cut.    Shoulder length.  Back length.  Waist length.   Buzz cut.    Bald.    Jaw length.    Mohawk.   White.    Platinum blonde.    Golden blonde.    Dirty blonde.    Blondette.    Ombre.   Light brown.   Mouse brown.    Chestnut brown.    Golden brown.   Chocolate brown. Dark brown.  Jet black.   Ginger.    Auburn.    Dyed red.   Dyed any “unnatural color”.   Thin eyebrows.   Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve.    Thigh tattoo.    Neck tattoo.    Chest tattoo.   One tattoo.  A few here and there.   Multiple.   No tattoo.    Monroe piercing.    Nose piercing.    Septum.    Nipple piercing(s).    Genital piercing(s).    Industrial piercings.   Earlobe piercing.   Prince Albert piercing.    Eyebrow piercing(s).    Tongue piercing(s).   Lip piercing(s).    Tragus piercing.    Angel bites.    Labret.   Stretches out ears.    Navel piercing.    Inverse navel piercing.   Cheek piercing(s).    Smiley.    Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner.    Light eyeliner.   Heavy eyeliner.    Cat eyes.  Mascara.   Fake eyelashes.    Matte lipstick.  Regular lipstick.   Lipgloss.   Red lips.    Pink lips.    Dark lips.   Bronzer.   Highlighter. Eyeshadow.    Neutral eyeshadow.   Smoky eyes.   Colorful eyeshadow.    Blush.    Lipliner.    Light contouring.   Heavy contouring.   Powder. Matte foundation.  Shiny foundation.  Concealer.   Wears make up regularly.   Wears it only from time to time.  Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral.  Fruity.   Perfumes.   Aftershave.   Cocoa.  Moisturizer.    Shampoo.  Smoke.    Leather.  Sweat.   Food.   Incense.  Marijuana.   Cologne.   Whiskey.   Wine.  Fried food.   Blood.  Fire.   Metal.

CLOTHES.

Jeans.  Tight pants.   Overknee socks.    Tights.   Leggings.    Yoga pants.    Pencil skirt.  Tight skirt.    Loose skirt.   Tight/formfitting dress.  Cardigans.   Blouse.  Button up shirt .  Band-T-shirt.   Sports-T-shirt.   Sweatpants.   Tanktop.  Cut off t-shirt.  Designer.  High street.  Online stores.  Thrift. Lingerie.   Long skirt.   Miniskirt.  Maxidress.  Sun dress.  Tie.  Tuxedo.  Cocktail dress.  Highslit dress/skirt.   T-shirt.  Loose clothing.  Tight clothing.  Jean shorts.   Sweater.   Sweater vest.    Khaki pants. Suit.   Hoodie.  Harem pants.   Basketball shorts.  Boxers.  Briefs.    Thong.   Hotpants.   Hipster panties.  Bra.  Sportsbra.   Crop top.  Corset.   Ballerina skirt.   Leotard.    Polka dot.    Stripes.   Glitter.   Silk.   Lace.   Leather.  Velvet.   Chemise.   Patterns.  Florals.   Neon colors.  Pastels.  Black.   Dark colors.  Fur.  Faux fur.  

SHOES.

Sneakers.  Slip-ons.   Flats.    Slippers.  Sandals.    High heels.   Kitten heels.   Ankle boots.  Combat boots.  Knee-high boots.  Platforms.    Stripper heels.  Bare feet.  Loafers.   Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

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              “ You seem on edge, you sure you can handle this? ”

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      ❛ i’m fine. ❜   she’s not.  there’s a familiar chill that runs up her back, trickles along the notches in her spine like icy water that threatens to drown her.    ❛ let’s just  --  get this over with. ❜

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griefled:

‘  there’s  –  a  diner  nearby.  ‘  

it  almost  sounds  too  cliche  –  rust  rolls  into  the  back  of  his  mouth,  memory  still  acidic  and  crude,  the  scent  of  gas,  and  the  deconstructing  environment.  they’re  not  in  silent  hill  anymore.  at  least,  he  doesn’t  think  they  are,  unless  this  is  an  elaborate  ruse  conjured  up  by  the  town’s  devilish  machinations.  murphy’s  throat  shifts  as  he  swallows  his  saliva.  ‘  it’s  not  far  from  where  i  am.  it’s  called  ‘diana’s  diner’.  ‘

      ❛ got it.  i’m on my way. ❜   there’s no ‘goodbye’, no parting words as she ends their conversation.  making it seem like another run-of-the-mill dispatch call was less suspicious.  drew less attention to the fact that she was pulling on her coat atop her uniform, not bothering to display her badges or name tag.  posed less of a chance at being recognized as an officer next to the very man whose identity she’d helped erase.        it doesn’t take her long to reach the diner he’d mentioned, though she doesn’t recall most of the drive; her mind’s a thousand miles away, focused on anything but the road before her.  soon enough, the car’s parked and she’s making her way towards the diner’s entrance  --  quaint, just off-beat enough to dissuade those looking for a top-tier joint.  bright green eyes scan its interior as she steps inside, immediately checking the corners to see if he’s isolated himself.  ( she’d be lying if she said she didn’t do the same thing. ) 

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i love my husband @griefled

[soundless-mountain]

"I wanted to be just like him..."

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@justiceled

‘  i  need  your  help.  ‘  

pendleton  is  unsure  of  their  standing,  so  this  is  a  gamble  –  anne’s  given  him  the  forgiveness  he  so  sorely  desired,  but  it  doesn’t  mean  letting  go  is  easy.  every  day,  he  struggles  to  fit  himself  into  his  new  future.  the  phone  shuffles  against  his  shoulder  blade;  he  leans  into  the  wall.   ‘  i’m  having  trouble,  uh .. legally. ’  trying  to  assert  himself  in  society  with  a  false  name  and  no  identification  to  back  it  is  proving  more  difficult  than  he’d  anticipated.  murphy  switches  the  phone  into  his  hand,  casts  a  glance  behind  his  shoulder.  ‘  can  we  meet  up?  ‘  

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       there’s a level of comfort to be found in the sound of his voice, a familiarity that washes over her and brings a brief moment of respite to an otherwise haunted mind.  she hasn’t told him yet.  doesn’t want to.  knows that she should, but  -----  just imagining the disappointed look on his normally stoic face is enough to make her stomach turn.  she blinks, realizing she’s fallen silent, and hurriedly spits out a response.        ❛ uh  --  yeah.  sure.  i could use a break.  where to? ❜

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Ending F- Reversal

“Revenge is a long and treacherous road, isn’t it Miss Cunningham?”

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            YOU CAN PUT A MAN ON TRIAL, BUT YOU CAN’T MAKE THE GUILTY PAY                        AND YOU CAN CAGE AN ANIMAL, BUT YOU CAN’T TAKE AWAY THE RAGE

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