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if ya’ll want the new url: extreme wip.
https://muutos.tumblr.com/
announcement, future of this blog:
i think the time has finally come. i want a fresh start for drafts, as at this point there’s no way i ever catch up. i’m going to completely remake this blog, cut down on muses, move some muses to request only & !! just have fresh content. i’m also moving this blog to low/mid activity & prioritizing my single muse blog /frank castle/ as my main muse. this will be a work in progress.
Thanks to D3NNI_yt on twitter for letting me redraw her screenshot of Jules :)
dash only , written by morgan.
JON BERNTHAL as Frank Castle The Punisher (s01e06)
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 long for temperance. waking up early, running to start some of the sweets at her bakery, running back & grabbing her daughter, making sure everything is well stocked enough until close. whatever not sold then brought to food banks, only to come home & make dinner to then reset the space for the next day. if anyone knew the exact time it took, they would be sure to ask her how it was that she had all the energy for it. & in truth, she doesn’t, she would say with a slight chuckle but it was all worth it. especially for her. her husband works just as hard as she doe, two entrepreneurs trying to make it in this world.
fully knowing she doesn’t speak the language, it doesn’t stop her from attentively listening to him. grinning when he calls her an angel. for not being amazing at it, of course some words she picks up. ‘ i’m not an angel, i’m just doing what any good wife would. ‘ shoulders coming up, pushing her curls back. ‘ dinner ! it is a pasta primavera. farfalle, chicken, tomatoes, asparagus, carrots, & parmesan i believe. ‘ of course she made it & knows what went in it but those were the important. ‘ it was really one pot. nothing too stressful. ‘ grinning wide as she pops a left over cherry tomato in her mouth. // @samenkomen // from here !
their days were like clockwork, the two of them. both the most hardworking people in the world. (or so it felt, at least). since they were both so busy, it wasn’t often they got to spend a lot of time together. but at least jay is spontaneous, when he can be. & the two of them, luckily, don’t take the time they have for granted. of course, he wakes up early to head down to the shop & start the arrangements. cleaning up, a bit, before he opens up. it’s important to make a good first impression. the dedication to his plants second to none. he’s german, & a man - which means he has to focus on one thing. he’s lucky to get home before temperance, most days. but - he doesn’t like to miss dinner. especially when she works so hard, at it. he likes to appreciate her, as much as possible. he was confident she would understand, what he was saying to her, as he’s said it a lot before. the way she looks when she’s really trying to pick up the words, when he speaks about anything - it was very cute. the smile on her face well worth any energy expelled to pay her a compliment. grinning right back at her, from the kitchen counter on which he perches himself upon. “you say that like every good wife isn’t an angel.” he speaks. “there’s so little, these days.” so little good women, he means. good wives. he chuckles - eyebrows raised as she described their fortune, for the evening. “it sounds delicious.” he nods. smelling it, in the air. permeating. he’s excited, for lack of a better term. “& i’m glad you didn’t - put too much energy, in. good food is, simple, right?” & he knew raegan would live off mcdonalds, if she could.