Peter Solarz
KIROKAZE
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
JBB: An Artblog!
taylor price
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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we're not kids anymore.
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@soughtvengeance
“don’t ask. please.” he’s stitching himself up on the edge of the bathtub, still half dressed in his black suit. the doctor had been busy, and the wound couldn’t wait. john looks up at helen and looks almost apologetic. he hates bringing this into the house.
@abashedtheystood // liked for a starter !!!
“what are you looking at me like that for?” is it the blood on his cheek? it’s probably the blood on his cheek.
@boogeymanswife // liked for a starter !!!
Reblog if your muse is the kind of person who says “hi” to dogs
john radiates distinguished bisexual energy, i don’t make the rules
john may not exactly be the most social man walking the earth, but he’s certainly not been living under a rock. he’s heard of tony stark. he’s never expected to run into him here while visiting a contact in afghanistan. “mr. stark.” he says after a moment. at the very least, john thinks he should warn him of the firefight that is to come between himself and the target he’s tailing. “perhaps it would be best for you to leave.”
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imxthexhandler:
( @soughtvengeance)
Amelia didn’t expect any less. In fact, honestly, she was just surprised she actually did find the legendary ‘Baba Yaga’. So, he did exist. As much as the Winter Soldier was considered a ‘ghost story’, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had doubts about this assassin’s existence.
She was silent for a moment as she sat down on the stool, staring down at her hands, folding them to keep herself from fidgeting before she looked over at the man beside her.
“I am not here for the reason you think I am,” she began. The bartender approached her, and she ordered gin with lemon, returning her attention to the assassin. “You are Mr. Wick, aren’t you?” Amelia asked him, her hands wrapped around her glass, her voice quiet, an indiscernible expression on her face.
“…The one they call ‘Baba Yaga’?” she continued, her voice dropping lower.
to his credit, john does finally look up. though he’s rather surprised, it only flashes in his eyes for a moment before his expression returns to that of stony indifference. “that depends who’s asking.” she’s not continental. if she was, she wouldn’t be asking him who he was. she’d know.
the nickname used to make him flinch. now, it just fills him with apathy. it is not a nickname he is proud of having earned. john is not proud of what he has done, and something tells him that this woman is going to ask him to do it again. “who do you work for?”
STARTER CALL !!!
You are not your mistakes, you are not your wounds, you are not your pain.
You are human.
— n.m.g.
KILLTHEBCCGEYMAN --> SOUGHTVENGEANCE
“excuse me-” john calls to the woman who’s just passed him and speeds up his pace to catch up to her. his dog tails at his heels, always eager to meet new people. “miss, you dropped your room key.” he extends his hand, a white key card with the continental logo etched into it resting in his palm.
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blog pages have been updated to reflect the information sourced from parabellum. warning for spoilers, if you plan on reading!!
i’m home! gonna make some dinner and update my pages.
i’m at the theatre to see parabellum, i’ll be on later tonight!
gvnsmith:
there’s no frills here; no garcons, no menus, no waiters, no codes of talk. when you got past the doorway you entered a shop that went unnamed, unrecognized. it was known simply the den. eyes glance upward for only a moment and the man before her needs know introduction. she doesn’t stand, doesn’t leave her workbench. ❛ obviously, ❜ there are few other reasons someone would stop here, and coming to her court with a mission to kill her was a big mistake. her head nods at the words. ❛ i appreciate the praise, but i like for my guns to speak for me. test one out, don’t worry. no one’s gonna hear you. ❜
john nods once and picks up a gun from the table. it’s weighty but well balanced. one shot proves that it packs a punch, but the recoil isn’t nearly as intense as he’s expecting. he’s impressed. john’s face remains an expressionless mask as he examines the grip and looks down the barrel. “how much?” he asks simply. john’s come prepared - the continental’s gold coins weigh heavy in his jacket pocket.
“i was told you’re the one to see about a gun.” john raises an eyebrow. this doesn’t seem like the kind of establishment that would be in the continental’s repertoire, but he trusts winston and his judgement. “an associate of mine said you’re the best of the best.”
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i bought my ticket to see john wick 3 tomorrow, so i’m probably gonna be updating my pages and whatnot tomorrow evening
