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[filmtagebuch]

The Punisher (1989)

[graceadieu]

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[shesnake]

Blade Runner: Black Out 2022 (2017) dir. Shinichiro Watanabe

[f-nstlr]

Junya Watanabe A/W 2006

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

[pravica]

                      𝙹𝘂𝙉𝗲   𝟑ᴿ͟ᴰ ,         ᵈᵃʸ       ᴺᴵᴺᴱ       ⁻⁻⁻       ᵀᴴᴱ       𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄       is       𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨       𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀       city,       ᴹᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ       ʰᵉʳ       ᵃᶜʰᵉ       ᴵᴺ       ᵃˡˡ       ᵗʰᵉ       ᵂᴿᴼᴺᴳ       ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ       ᴸᴵᴷᴱ       ˢᵒᵐᵉ       ᵀᵂᴼ⁻ᴮᴵᵀ       𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡       FIGHTING       𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒔.       ᵀᴴᴱ    ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ     𝗶𝘀    ᴬ     𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞      bruise      ᵀᵁᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ      piss⁻ᴳᴿᴱᴱᴺ :      ᵃ       𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲       invalid       𝗵͟𝗲͟𝗺͟𝗼͟𝗿͟𝗿͟𝗵͟𝗮͟𝗴͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗴͟           ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈˢ      ᵗʰᵉ      ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ      ᵒᶠ     𝚂𝙼𝙾𝙺𝙴𝚁'𝚂      𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚂       ᴬᴺᴰ       ᴾᴿᴱᴳᴺᴬᴺᵀ       ᵂᴵᵀᴴ     ᴬᴺ     𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙙       ᴿᴬᴵᴺ      ᵗʰᵃᵗ      ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ       BURN     ᵗʰᵉ          𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁       𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻      ᵒᶠᶠ      ᵗʰᵉ      s͟i͟d͟e͟w͟a͟l͟k͟.         ᵗʰᵉ       ˢʰᵃᵏᵉˢ       ᴮᴱᴳᴵᴺ       ᵗᵒ       ˢᵉᵗ       ᴵᴺ       sometime       ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ       𝟏𝟏,       𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨       ᴸᴵᴷᴱ       ᵃ       ᴳᵁᵀ - punch       𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  -  ᵈᵉᵉᵖ       ᴵᴺ       ᵗʰᵉ       𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀,       fighting       ᵗʰᵉ       𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨       ᵇˡᵘᵉˢ       ᴬᴺᴰ       ᵗʰᵉ       𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲       ᵗᵒ       ᵀᴬᴷᴱ       ᴬᴺᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ       ᴴᴵᵀ.        𝙼𝚈       𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚂       𝙰𝚁𝙴       𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳       𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝚈       𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂:       ᵗʷᵒ       𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙨        𝐚’  flayed,        𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄        ᴹ͟ᴱ͟ᴬᵀ      ᴬᴿᴱ    conjoined       ᴬᵀ       ᵗʰᵉ       𝙡𝙞𝙥,      SEWN       ˢʰᵘᵗ         ᵂᴵᵀᴴ       ᵃ       ᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ       ᴺᴱᴱᴰᴸᴱ       ᴬᴺᴰ       ᶠˡᵒˢˢ       ʰᵃᶜᵏʲᵒᵇ       𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥      ᴵᴺ       ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ        SINK       ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ        ᴬᴺᴰ      ᵀ͟ᴬ͟ᴺ͟ᴳ͟ᴸ͟ᴱ͟ᴰ        ᴵᴺ      ᵃ       ᶜᵒᵖᵖᵉʳʸ       discharge     𝗮𝗻𝗱        ᴸᴱᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ        𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒘.         ᴵ’ᴹ       𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜       ᵀᴼᴼ    ᴼᴸᴰ       ᶠᵒʳ     this       𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃.                              𝗧𝗛𝗘        𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦        𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧        𝗧𝗢        𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘        𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥:        ᴬ        ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ        leeching       ᵃˢ        ᵗʰᵉ       ʷᵒʳˡᵈ      ᵍᵒᵉˢ      ᶜᵒˡᵈ,        𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠        ᵗᵒ        ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ        ᴸᴵᴷᴱ        ˢᵒᵐᵉ        𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵        ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ        ᶠˡᵘˢʰᵉᵈ        ᵒᵘᵗ    ᵗʰᵉ        ˢʸˢᵗᵉᵐ.        𝙞        ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ        ᶠᵒʳ    ᵗʰᵉ     ᵈʳᵒᵖˢ        ᴮᵁᵀ        ᵗʰᵉ        hands        ᵃʳᵉ        ᴾ͟ᴴ͟ᴬ͟ᴺ͟ᵀ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ      𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜,        𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆        ᴬᴺᴰ        stained        ᴵᴺ        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵀᴿᴱᴹᴮᴸᴵᴺᴳ        ᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ        ᵒᶠ    ᵃ        ʷᵒʳˡᵈ        𝐢        SNUFFED        ᴼᵁᵀ        ᴸᴼᴺᴳ        ᴬᴳᴼ.       r͟o͟l͟l͟i͟n͟g        ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏᵒᵘᵗˢ        ᴴᴵᵀ      ᵗʰᵉ      𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘀     ᴬᴺᴰ        ᴵ’ᴹ      ˡᵒˢᵗ        ᴵᴺ        ᵀ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ͟ᴿ͟ᴼ͟ᴿ,        ᴳᴿᴵᴾᴾᴱᴰ        ᵇʸ     ᵗʰᵉ      ᶜᵒˡˡᵃʳ        ᴬᴺᴰ        𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶’𝚂        𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙴        𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺        𝙰𝙽𝙳    ---         〝   ᵇᵉᵈᶠᵒʳᵈ  ...    𝚂𝚈𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴    —    〟           ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ     𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀      greyscale,        ᵗʰᵉ        ᵀᴿᴱᴹᴮᴸᴱᴰ        ˢᵖᵃˢᵐˢ        𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠.            〝   ᴷ͟ᴬ͟ᴿ͟ᴺ͟ᴬ͟ᴷ.   〟          ᵀᴴᴱ      ᴴᴱᴬᵀ    𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨     ᴵᴺ.        ᵗʰᵉ      ˢᵒᶠᵗ      ᵂ͟ᴴ͟ᴵ͟ᴿ      ᵒᶠ      ᵗʰᵉ      ᴬᴵᴿ      𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿      WHISPERS      𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨      𝙵𝙸𝙻𝚃𝙷𝚈      ᴵᴺ      ᵐʸ      ᵉᵃʳˢ      ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ        𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆          𝐎𝐔𝐓      ᴵᴺ      ᵃ      fit       ᵒᶠ       congested     𝗛𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚,       𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐        ᵖʰˡᵉᵍᵐʸ       ᵈʳᵒᵖˡᵉᵗˢ      ᵇʸ      ᵗʰᵉ         𝗯𝗲𝗱𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲        ᴸᴵᴷᴱ         ˢᵒᵐᵉ         ᶜʰᵉᵃᵖ      ᴶᴼᴴᴺ      𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈        ᵗᵒ       ᵏᵉᵉᵖ        his      ˢᵃᵘᶜᵉ        ᴰᴼᵂᴺ.                                                                                                           〝   𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱    ...  〟 

             𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍:       DR.     ᴰᴵᴱᵀᴹᴬᴿ    𝙺𝙰𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽,       ͟ᴹ͟ᴰ.       ——      [𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛].      ---         /           ❛❛    ᵀᴱᴸᴸ      ᴹᴱ,      𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸.      ᴬᴿᴱ      ʸᵒᵘ      still      𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜      𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗦?   ❜❜           𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽,     𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺:                𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁         𝙸𝙽         𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙵        ---        〝   ᴺᴼ,     ᴵ'ᴹ     ᴺᴼᵀ.   〟         /           ❛❛    ᴳᴼᴼᴰ,      𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.      𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽,      ʲᵃᶜᵏ.      ʲᵘˢᵗ      ᵀᴬᴷᴱ      ᴵᵀ      ᴼᴺᴱ      ᵈᵃʸ      ᵃᵗ      ᵃ      ᵀᴵᴹᴱ.      ᴵ’ᴹ      ᴳᴼᴵᴺᴳ      ᵗᵒ      ᵘᵖ      ʸᵒᵘʳ      prescription,      ᴬᴺᴰ      𝘪’𝘮      𝗿͟𝗲͟𝗰͟𝗼͟𝗺͟𝗺͟𝗲͟𝗻͟𝗱͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗴      ᵃ      ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ,      if      ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ      ᵘᵖ      ᶠᵒʳ      ᴵᵀ      ⁻⁻⁻      𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈      ˢʰᵒʳᵗ,      ᵃ      ᶠᵉʷ      ᵈᵃʸˢ      ᴬᵀ      MOST...      ʲᵘˢᵗ      ˢᵒ      ʸᵒᵘ      can      ʳᵉˢᵗ      ᵘᵖ,      𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬?      AND,      𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊     ...      ʷᵉ’ʳᵉ      ᵃˡˡ      ᴴᴱᴿᴱ      ᶠᵒʳ      ʸᵒᵘ.      𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴      𝙽𝙾𝚃      𝙸𝙽      𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂      𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴.      ʲᵘˢᵗ      ᵗᵃᵏᵉ      ᴵᵀ      𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬,      ᴬᴺᴰ      ᴰᴼᴺ’ᵀ      ᵈᵒ      anything      𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵,      ᵒʳ      ᵗᵒᵒ      IMPULSIVE.       ...    ❜❜

                         ////////////////////                   ᴹᴵᴰᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ.                                                                                                          [ @gothmite​ ]

ᵃ      MAN’S    ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ       𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗽𝘀       ᴵᴺ    ᵀᵂᴼ,      ᵀᴴᴱ       𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠       ᵒᶠ       𝗵𝗶𝘀    bones        𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶      ᴸᴵᴷᴱ        ᵍˡᵃˢˢ      ˢʰᵃʳᵈˢ      ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿ      ᵗʰᵉ       ᵂᴱᴵᴳᴴᵀ     ᵒᶠ    ᵐʸ      ʰ̲ᵉ̲ᵉ̲ˡ̲.    𝙞      ᵖʳᵉˢˢ      ᴰᴼᵂᴺ      ᴼᴺ      his      ᶠᵃᶜᵉ      ᴬᴺᴰ      ᵐᵃᵏᵉ      𝗵𝗶𝗺      ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ      ᵗʰᵉ      𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐦      ᴮᴱᵀᵂᴱᴱᴺ      ᵐʸ      ᴸᴱᴬᵀᴴᴱᴿ      ᴬᴺᴰ      ᵗʰᵉ      ᴮᵁᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ      ᵃˢᵖʰᵃˡᵗ:         〝   𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠     ˡᵘᶜᵏʸ,      ᴾ͟ᵁ͟ᴺ͟ᴷ?   〟            𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃        ᵃ    ᵍᵃˢᵖ      ᵂᴴᴱᴺ     i      ᴳᴼ      ᶠᵒʳ      ᵗʰᵉ      ᵀ͟ᴴ͟ᴿ͟ᴼ͟ᴬ͟ᵀ,    ᴬᴺᴰ     𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙨      something    ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ      ᴬᴺᴰ      𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔       ᴮᴱᵀᵂᴱᴱᴺ      ᵗʰᵉ      ᴳᵁᵀᵀᴱᴿᴬᴸ      ᵀᴿᴱᴹᴮᴸᴱ      ᵒᶠ      his      𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠      ᵂᴵᴺᴰᴾᴵᴾᴱ      ᵀᴴᴬᵀ      𝙞     𝗰𝗮𝗻       only      ʰᵃˡᶠ - 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋.        ᵐʸ      spanish     ᴬᴵᴺ'ᵀ      ʷʰᵃᵗ      ᴵᵀ      ᵘˢᵉᵈ      ᵗᵒ      ᵇᵉ.         𝐢      push      ᵗʰᵉ      ᴮᴬᴿᴿᴱᴸ      ᵒᶠ      ᵗʰᵉ      ᴳᵁᴺ      𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿       ᴵᴺᵀᴼ      his      ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ     'ᴺ      ᴹᴬᴷᴱ      ᴴᴵᴹ      𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚     ᴼᴺ    ᴵᵀ      /          ᵀᴴᴱ     𝘀͟𝗵͟𝗮͟𝗳͟𝘁      ᴮ͟ᴱ͟ᵀ͟ᵂ͟ᴱ͟ᴱ͟ᴺ      𝙝𝙞𝙨      ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ      ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ      ᵀᴼ      ᴮᴸᴼᵂ:         

                                    - - -             〝     ᵂᴴᴱᴿᴱ.      is.      𝗕𝗔𝗔𝗭𝗢𝗩𝗜.     〟

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NBC’s HANNIBAL SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Everyone has thought about killing someone, one way or another. ❜

❛ I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. ❜

❛ Don’t psychoanalyze me. You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed. ❜

❛ I don’t find you that interesting. ❜

❛ Last time he sent me to a dark place I brought something back. ❜

❛ You’ve been terribly rude. What’s to be done about that? ❜

❛ Did you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good? ❜

❛ Killing must feel good to God, too… He does it all the time, and are we not created in His image? ❜

❛ It isn’t very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living. ❜

❛ So killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad? ❜

❛ You beginning to appreciate my lack of sympathy? ❜

❛ Abandonment requires expectation. ❜

❛ Passion’s good. Gets blood pumping. ❜

❛ Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself. ❜

❛ It’s getting harder and harder to make myself look. ❜

❛ It’s a really very dull story, though, isn’t it? The ending is always the same, and that same is that it ends. ❜

❛ I didn’t count on changing as much as I did. ❜

❛ I can give you the majesty of your becoming. ❜

❛ The effect I was hoping to have was her death. Mission accomplished. ❜

❛ Here we are. A bunch of psychopaths helping each other out. ❜

❛ Words are living things. They have personality, point of view, agenda. ❜

❛ Being alone has a dull ache to it, doesn’t it? ❜

❛ I see enough of you to see the truth of you. ❜

❛ Psychopaths are not crazy. They’re fully aware of what they do and the consequences of those actions. ❜

❛ You spend a lot of time building walls. It’s natural to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them. ❜

❛ It’s nice when someone sees us. Or has the ability to see us. ❜

❛ I was worried you were dead. ❜

❛ I feel like I have dragged you into my world. ❜

❛ I don’t care about the lives you save; I care about your life, and your life is separating from reality. ❜

❛ You didn’t secure your legacy ; You murdered it. ❜

❛ Insane isn’t really black or white, is it? ❜

❛ We can tell no one. What we are doing here is the right thing. ❜

❛ Everybody decides their own versions of the truth. ❜

❛ I know what monsters are. You’re a victim. ❜

❛ You must overcome these delusions that are disguising your reality. ❜

❛ I feel like I’m fading. ❜

❛ Stability requires strong foundations. My moorings are built on sand. ❜

❛ I know what kind of crazy I am and this is not that kind of crazy. ❜

❛ I may be crazy, but you look ill. ❜

❛ I feel like hell. Actually, no, I feel, uh, fluid, like I’m spilling. ❜

❛ I feel like I’m losing my mind. I-I don’t know what’s real. ❜

❛ I don’t know if I will ever be myself again. I don’t know if I’ve got any “self” left over. ❜

❛ Madness can be a medicine for the modern world. ❜

❛ This wasn’t supposed to be my life. ❜

❛ Some places are stained now. Some people too. I know I am. ❜

❛ I was curious what would happen. ❜

❛ I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you in this life. ❜

❛ I thought I would get better. ❜

❛ I could use a good scream. I can feel one perched under my chin. ❜

❛ Guess you dodged a bullet with me. ❜

❛ I know who I am. But I am not so sure that I know who you are anymore. ❜

❛ I am who I’ve always been. The scales have just fallen from my eyes. ❜

❛ You know, in my time I’ve seen people broken by the world. I’ve seen them broken in all kinds of hideous and offhanded ways, but never like this. ❜

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𝐀         𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍         𝐎𝐅         𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃         𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒              flicker             and                twitch,             unchecked              amidst               a               man - made               night               sky               /              a                pulsating                full              moon                 is                erect                in             the                cluttered                atmosphere,                   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐             𝚒𝚗             𝚝𝚑𝚎             𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚎           𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜             𝚘𝚏              𝚊𝚗             𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜             𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚐                 in             way             over             its             head.               ᴀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.            it             is             in             the             sullen             darkness             of             an             empty             alleyway,                  CUT             FINELY             BETWEEN             TWO             DEAD             STRUCTURES,                    heavy             with             neglect,              that               the             perverse             and             unending             sensation             of             the               forbidden                beckons             you             closer.               &          𝚝𝚑𝚎          𝚑𝚘𝚝          𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚗          𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜          𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛          𝚢𝚘𝚞 ,                like               a               lonely               phantasm                invading               the               safety                of               your               mind.                   ɪᴛ  ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ  ʏᴏᴜ.  ɪᴛ  ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ  ʏᴏᴜ.  ɪᴛ  ɪꜱ  ʏᴏᴜ.                “          come           on.                  WHERE       ARE       YOU       ?             show              yourself,                YOU   FUCKING   DEMON.            i’ve             got             you             in             my             sights          ...         ”

 [  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽'𝚂    𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈           /         LOG         DATE         :       2069.11.03  ]           OPERATION          “ 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑹 .”            OBJECTIVE  :             DETAIN    AND    DEBRIEF .       agents           shimada,            mccree           and            o'deorain            will            be            led            by            commander            reyes.

𝐃𝐎  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.

𝐃𝐎  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.

𝐃𝐎  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.

𝐃𝐎  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.

                     ——                  𝙹.    𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽.

  DEAD             STATIC              and              severed             lines             subsume             the             hollow                          scene,                a   lone   savior             occupies           the           space             in             between                bouts                 of               executive           interference           and              drunken          mistakes             made             in             the             name             of             long             distance.              the               unconsciously                loud             footsteps                of              a               friend             trail             into             the             briefing             room.                 “         you          know                ...             i’m             getting             too             old             to              be             cleaning            up              after             your              messes.                 just  not  fun  anymore.           i             mean,            JESUS,            𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎  𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐            ?              DETAIN.          AND.          DEBRIEF.             YOU               KNOW               i               am            being             hounded             from               all             sides                already               ——   -              𝚝𝚑𝚎               𝚘𝚗𝚎       𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐        𝚒        𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝           𝚒           𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍            𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝            𝚘𝚗           𝚝𝚘          𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎             𝚖𝚎          𝚊          𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔         𝚠𝚊𝚜           𝚢𝚘𝚞  ,                and                WHAT                DO               YOU                DO?             87       DEAD,       REYES.             that             is            on            you.             𝑨𝑵𝑫   𝑵𝑶𝑾   𝑰𝑻𝑺   𝑶𝑵   𝑴𝑬.       ”

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