lmao i finally found the email to this blog again , WELL i’m rebooting this boob , not totally true to what the verse is now and everything but good ol’ banquo

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lmao i finally found the email to this blog again , WELL i’m rebooting this boob , not totally true to what the verse is now and everything but good ol’ banquo
this the obligatory new blog starter call.
annedorvals:
Oscar Isaac in The Bourne Legacy (2012)
❛ if i assured you that i was no thief, would you let me check cricket scores on your phone ? -- desperate times y’know, desperate measures. ❜
calculatedfate. )
CLUEDORK.
❛ maybe. why ? ❜ she gives a small smile, her shoulders bouncing from underneath her green sweater. it was true, the sleuth was alone that night —- but [ unlike ] others, she didn’t fear coming across any DANGER that might prevent her from getting home. ( she did, however, dislike people asking her these questions. ) ❛ it’s LATE, i agree, but i’ll be fine. you worried that i might not get home safely ? ❜
❛ you could say that. ❜ her confidence is reassuring, but it’s NOT reassuring enough. concern keeps him on his toes, and so long as he doesn’t slip and slide back into the role of PASSIVE observer, ---- he WON’T budge. ❛ you’re young and the evening’s old, ... and i’m just naturally a worrier. ❜
MEMORYSERVED.
Bathroom? No, they aren’t looking for the bathroom, though the guidance is appreciated, even if he looks too tired to be carrying on a conversation. A little timid, gentle, cautious of pushing a tired good mood into a lively bad one, they smile and shake their head. “No, I uh, I just came from the bathroom. A little turned around on the way back. The bar, though – ?”
❛ it’s behind you, --the second right. ❜ he stuffs a hand into his pant pocket, rattling the 75 cents reminder of how close he is to broke. sure, money doesn’t really matter in the scheme of things, but PRETENDING to be flesh and blood with a glass of vodka to sip ( AND SPILL ) is a PLEASURE worth staying funded for.
❛ if getting lost’s a habit of yours, i’d be happy to accompany you, --- give the legs a stretch. ❜ CHIVALRY ! or perhaps the start of a poor attempt at conning himself some complimentary drinks.
cinematicreality:
never shake thy gory locks at me
❛ isn’t it a LITTLE LATE to be out all ALONE ? ❜ it’s a MISPLACED concern that cuts sharply into the almost - silence of the evening, spoken well and truly with a “dad voice.” in many ways, banquo is still unshakably a father, clinging to long lapsed parental duties AND acting upon the swings of an INTEGRALLY anxious attitude.
iinquisitivesoul. )
❛ if you’re lookin’, the bathroom’s around the corner. i’m not in line. ❜ a fractured smile greets the stranger out of COURTESY, but it’s devoid of warmth. there used to be a niceness in his eyes that could AND would compensate, but now he just looks TIRED and fairly unfit for conversation.
memoryserved. )
JAILROCKS.
❛ a’ight, so get this: you’s goin’ to a flick an’ y’split from y’girl a week ago, considerin’ her pop was threatenin’ t’have y’tarred n feathered. so y’steer clear, yea? but then y’girl comes up t’you when y’messin’ with the ticket girl n’slaps y’f’cheatin’. what now, huh? ❜
he has no RELEVANT relationship advice to extend, so the question is deflected and decided to be RHETORIC. ❛ that’s unfortunate, pal. ❜ shoulders sag in a ‘ what can you do ’ shrug, ( --- truly uninspired EMPHASIS. )
this the obligatory new blog starter call.
❛ THOU HAST IT NOW : king, cawdor, glamis, all, as the weird women promised, and, i fear, thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity, but that myself should be the root and father of many kings. If there come truth from them-- as upon thee, MACBETH, their speeches shine-- why, by the verities on thee made good, may they not be my oracles as well, and set me up in hope ? but hush ! NO MORE. ❜
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