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who cares what evil lurks in the hearts of men? frank doyle. husband, drunk, gentleman & medium.   not always in that order written by daisy background by antoine bonnet est. september 2014

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hey guys! this is now an archive. your second favorite doyle is now over at @spectersandscotch!

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ghostsandgin:

“oh,” fingers curl around a few stray hairs. “i think it’s one you could shoulder without a single problem, my love.” there isn’t any other place that she’d want his hands to be. well, at least for the moment being. “most handsome person in all of manhattan. of new york. of all the world.” 

“manhattan? most certainly. the world?” a depreciating scoff, but his smile doesn’t fade.  “the former is more likely— by an overwhelming margin. but i’m not here to tell you what to believe, love, i’m your escort in this messy, loud party. your arm candy. or arms, as the case may be.” to make the point a solid one, his hand slides just slightly north, his finger ghosting along her open back. those are, by far, his favorite dresses.

[hellshee]

mutuals remember that you can tag me in stuff.

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i’ve awoken from my slumber folks its time for frank to come home.

[vegyta-deactivated20181007]

My kink is people underestimating me and ending up wrong and embarrassed

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prcticallyperfect:

              “  ah, mister doyle. yes it is a fine evening, isn’t it ??  ” she ignores the question about her having eaten her wheaties because she simply has no idea what he’s talking about.

he senses there’s a bluff to be called, but he holds it to his chest for a few rounds more. he peers over his highball,eyeing the bag with increasing curiosity. “indeed.” 

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i’ve awoken from my slumber folks its time for frank to come home.

[thatradiodial-archive]

if you’re looking for a good reason to change the future, you’re plumb outta luck. it’s already happened. 

                                                               — multi-muse for podcast canons, as told by daisy.

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snakebiit:

there was a carefully cultivated sense of danger to this lynch brother. this was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. everything about him was a warning: IF THIS SNAKE BIT YOU, YOU HAD NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF. 

[mikaveera-blog]

Instead, I keep getting trouble, which I am more than willing to share.

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whctacatch:

“i      “ let’s be honest, between she and her sister, she has no idea what they seemed to stir up. practice your magic, they said. you’ll do great at it, they said. “papa, i have no idea. help.” 

clearly this situation was one that required a bookmark. he retrieved it without looking from his daughter and her furrowed brows, placing it on the cushion with that same skill, the one that marks him a father. he pulls on his slacks, kneeling beside her, matching brows furrowed more in curiosity than concern as he hears the noise she was talking about. a long, low-pitched hum. after rubbing his hands together, he cups his hands under hers. “let’s see what we have here, hm? go on, let go, i’ve got it.”

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@whctacatch

“honestly, why are you such an asshole. constantly. all you are is just—” he makes a few, high pitched and nasaly noises that is everyone's standard go-to for mimicking whining, and in the same voice, “—’i’m an asshole’.”

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@whoyagcnnacall

“there’s a sign on the door, sport! it says no soliciting unless liquor is the intended sale. it’s right there, to the left. big, bolded print. now, please, do not knock on our door again or i shall be forced to— mm. hm.” a weighted pause as frank tries to come up with a proper punishment. door knocking is a serious offence. “not answer for a third time! yes, that’s a good one.”

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ghostsandgin:

she giggles like champagne, something light and airy, while her arms wind around frank’s neck. “i   i believe, darling, that you believe i have the cutest nose in the world    which, incidentally, is true.” a few more bubbles of laughter as she plants a kiss on the end of his own nose. “would you believe me in saying that you are, by far, the most handsome man i’ve ever met?” 

“by far, hm? ever?” it’s dubious at best. his hands slide around her waist, almost instinctively. they belong there. they have never belonged anywhere else. “most handsome.” he says it as if he’s tasting the words, seeing how they pair with frank doyle. “that’s quite a title. it’s got a bit of.. heft— heft to it.” could he carry that crown? he could if she forged it.

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whctacatch:

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“papa, is    is it suppose to be making that noise?” 

he folds his book closed, finger in the middle for place holding purposes, and leans forward just slightly. his eyebrow raises in mild curiosity. “hm. well. that depends on what it is, peanut. have you found something?” 

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@prcticallyperfect

“good evening, miss poppins. had your wheaties today, i see?” he honestly wonders how much she can cram into that tartan handbag.