this is some serious b-movie shit.

IND.  EDDIE CRUICKSHANK OF FROM DUSK TILL DAWN SIDEBLOG TO CULEBRAED

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squad meets instagram,  ft. @hermanogecko, @beendark, @culebraed

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                 ‘goddamn, woman!’                                  ‘————— sorry.’

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DEATHLESSXDUSK.

“Why’s that first things first? it really wasn’t the end of the world, Eddie. but, sure, we made some things right, tossed around a truce - not like you’re going to step into a war zone or anything. And Nosferatu isn’t exactly what it is.”

❛   jesus,  kid  —  quit givin’ me the runaround  &  say it straight,  will ya ?  ‘cause a  war zone  is  exactly  what this goddamn shitshow looks like.  you’re in over your head,  richard.  you  &  your brother both.   ❜

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… that sign out front, the way you boys keep stopping by and asking me to fix your problems. 

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❛   yeah,  y’ know where  this  is goin’,  don’t ya.  i got a bone t’ pick with you,  kid  ––  we ain’t sweepin’ that  nosferatu  shit under the rug anytime soon,  believe you me.  but  first thing’s first.  y’ make things right with your brother yet ?   ❜

@deathlessxdusk.

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CLEARLIQUORS.

                    ❛  you only got  YOURSELF  to blame, buddy, you’re the one who  NEVER  visits!  &  i’m the one making ALL THE EFFORTS. drivin’ all the way down to this…   LOVELY  little town’s not exactly my idea of a valid day off, but…     (   a smile.   )     i’ll probably survive.     ––––––––––     ‘love what you’ve  DONE  with the place.     (   edges of lips pulling tighter as he emphasizes on the  ABSENCE  of change in decoration. it comes as no surprise.   )  ❜

❛   my heart  breaks  for ya,  wall street.  all the efforts  ...  don’t gimme none of that  ‘ driving ’  shit,  either  —  ‘specially if i’m gonna walk outside t’ see your  private jet  parked on my front lawn.   ❜    he doesn’t have a front lawn,  but that’s beside the point.  cue the quirk of a mirrored grin.   ❛   decorators got the week off.  sit your ass down,  y’ son of a bitch,  lemme pour you a drink.   ❜    they’re well past the point of having to  ask.

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❛   ––––––  well,  i’ll be damned.  look what the cat dragged in.  how long’s it been,  huh ?   ❜

@clearliquors.

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HERMANOGECKO.

‛     it’s that  goddamn  shithouse we’re runnin’     –––––     thinks he’s don fuckin’ vito.     ’     tie loosened,  the cuffs of his sleeves unbuttoned   &   pushed to his elbows.     ‛     whatever’ll take the edge off.  got a feelin’ it ain’t gonna be those  monkey shit  beans.       ’

❛   ‘scuse me,  princess,  those monkey shit beans  cost four hundred bucks a pop.  that ain’t nothin’ t’  scoff  at.   ❜    rather than prepare a brew,  however,  he opts instead to retrieve a bottle of scotch  &  two glasses.    ❛   oughta march across the border myself,  tear him a new asshole  —  ‘cause there’s ambition,  &  there’s lettin’ a little power go t’ your head.  it’s a beautiful view from that high horse ‘til somebody comes along  &  knocks you the hell off of it.   ❜

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BEENDARK.

❛  i  wish  i could say i’m  SURPRISED  but i kinda  f i g u r e d  that one was a trouble boy since birth.  ❜ she’ll sip her coffee with a content grin on her face. trying to not give it too much thought into the  undeniable  truth  that she will  always  come in  THIRD  to, obviously, richie  &  uncle eddie himself. ❛  between us two?  i don’t think he does a very good job hiding that, honestly. makes me kinda  jealous. wish i had a sister, or someone, who’d have my back like seth has richie’s. all this chica has are her needles  &  passports. not that i’m complaining, though, my needles never disappoint me like a real person would.  ❜

❛   well,  between us two,  siblings ain’t always a blessin’.  mine was a real piece of shit,  i’ll tell ya that much.   ❜    he won’t delve into any more detail ;  decades later,  the subject of ray is still a sore one.    ❛   ah,  seth was a good kid.  goddamn pain in my ass,  but a good kid.  always took care of his brother.  those punks,  they’re two of a kind  —  best i ever seen when it comes t’ puttin’ down scores,  &  i’ve seen plenty.   ❜    a pause to sip from his own mug,  raising it afterwards in salute.    ❛   you got talent of your own,  sweetheart.  don’t ever forget it.   ❜

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HERMANOGECKO.

‛     okay,  eddie     –––––     cool it,  alright.  jesus.  you sit us down to sort out our shit   &   we’ll be there ‘till the  second coming of christ.  what d’ you mean,  this  time ?  i’m still pissed about last time.  somethin’ ain’t  right  with him.  never used t’ be this way.     ’

❛   don’t i fuckin’ know it,  kid.  take a load off,  you’re makin’ me nervous.  you want a cuppa joe ?  or  —  lemme guess,  you’re still on that  no caffeine,  all hard liquor  nutrition plan.   ❜

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BEENDARK.

undivided attention set on the man telling a story she  does not  want to miss any details of. certainly, seth wouldn’t have introduced her to his uncle if it weren’t because of the shitty situation they were in, but that didn’t mean sonja would  throw away  such opportunity to get some dirt on the boy she  (  currently  )  shared a bed with.  ❛  —— um, i wanna say…  f i f t e e n ?  ❜

❛   close  —  y’ got that women’s intuition,  i can tell.  he was fourteen.  fourteen  years old  &  he’d fight ya soon as he’d look atcha.  all because this kid knocked richard’s tray right outta his hand in the cafeteria,  day before.  listen,  he can deny it all he wants,  but there ain’t nothin’ in this world he wouldn’t do for his brother.  nothin’.   ❜

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Hey, listen. I’m sorry I had to twist your arm about all this. 

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❛   so picture this  —  ‘s a quiet tuesday mornin’,  right before thanksgivin’ break,  &  i get a call from the principal sayin’,  uh  —  what’s the direct quote ?  yeah,  there’s been an altercation.  turns out rocky fuckin’ balboa over there took a damn  crowbar  t’ some kid in the parkin’ lot.  put him in the icu wit’ cracked ribs,  a broken collarbone,  two missin’ teeth  —  lemme tell you,  sweetheart,  yours truly had t’ spin all kinds’a bribery  &  coercion t’ keep that kid’s parents from pressin’ charges.  you wanna guess how old he was ?   ❜

@beendark.

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HERMANOGECKO.

‛     yeah,   &   it’s a damn good thing,  too     –––––     your cookin’ ain’t what it used t’ be,  alright.  how the hell should i know ?     ’

❛   i’m gonna pretend y’ didn’t just insult me in my own house,  ‘cause i got a  buckshot  with your name on it.  how many times i gotta tell you two punks t’ sort out your shit,  huh ?  what’d he do this time ?   ❜

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❛   gimme a goddamn break,  will ya ?  i ain’t runnin’ no  soup kitchen,  y’ freeloadin’ little shit.  where’s your brother ?   ❜

@hermanogecko.

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BEENDARK.

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