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an exploration of : vengeance as a sustaining force and self-destructive addiction , the cycle of abuse and trauma , the blurring of self and ENEMY , the ethics of ends-justify-the means , the gradual erosion of humanity

with great power comes the absolute certainty that you'll turn into a right cunt

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#rel. becca butcher.

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THE BOYS Season 4, Episode 6 - Dirty Business

#img.#rel. joe kessler.

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THE BOYS 2x07 | Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker

#img.#rel. grace mallory.

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𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 18 / ∞ featuring billy butcher ( @supbutcher ) . edit call .

— 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 —

#rel. emma martin.#i'm so normal about them (i'm not)

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#img.#aes.#i just think he's neat look at him

starasset

if she has to make apology baked goods for one more neighbor she's going to kill him. she shoots him a glare as she rifles through the grocery bags. it's a combination now. arguing with the husband next door yesterday. this morning, instead of letting her politely tell the nice 80-year-old woman next door that no, ryan wasn't her brother, that she was with his ‘dad’, he had to make it obvious. she's not opposed to kissing him but she hadn't expected him to appear out of nowhere to do it. nor did she expect the lady to turn redder then the tomatoes in the bag in front of her and flee like she was on fire. ❝⠀ i cannot believe you. i thought she was going to have a heart attack ! ⠀ ❞ she huffs. hops up on the counter, then, grabbing his arm to tug him so she's level with him. a come-to-jesus moment, as she's begun to call them with ryan. they're both plenty aware she's the strongest one in the house now.

❝ ⠀ and you can't call the neighbors uptight wankers because they disagree with you on property boundaries. now, you're going to help me bake them some damn banana bread as an apology for calling them names and then trying to get us a public indecency charge at the end of our driveway.⠀ ❞ or he'll be on the couch. until they stop giving her that look. the one she's learned is boomer for what's going on with that?! which are arguably less uncomfortable then the very, very loud reaction from donna when she visited them the first time here and realized who she was ‘shacking up’ with ( her mother's phrasing ). she's pretty sure the whole square mile around them heard her cursing at them both all the way out the door. ❝ ⠀ think you can manage to be helpful and maybe not stir up any more trouble before dinner time?⠀ ❞

@supbutcher plotted starter !

supbutcher

𝙏here's a bittersweetness to the victory. it hangs about the house in the sound of ryan's footsteps going upstairs like a stubborn teenager already halfway convinced he's too old for rules. in annie humming at the coffee pot, barefoot and wearing one of his shirts like it belongs on her more than it ever did him. somewhere along the line they've somehow managed to turn this house into something close to a home. now butcher's got time. time to hear the fridge rattling itself half to death. time to call the prick next door a wanker over six inches of fence. time to end up nose-to-nose with some cunt whose kid's in ryan's class. petty shit. anger's a habit more than a feeling — once it's made a home in a man, it doesn't leave just because the war's over. it just starts looking for smaller places to live.

it's an adjustment. some days he forgets the rest of them are learning this life alongside him.

𝙏he grocery bag crinkles beneath his grip, plastic biting into his palm until he drops the thing onto the countertop. eggs rattle somewhere inside. he's about to reach for his cigarettes when fingers catch his forearm, giving him a sharp tug until he's standing between her legs. dangerous position. " oh, piss off. " he scoffs, no real bite in it. " they are uptight wankers. fence's two bloody inches over the line an' suddenly they're actin' like it's a matter of national security. " a huff escapes through his nose, both palms now against her thighs. warm beneath his hands. " and for the record, that public indecency bollocks is your fault, love. you gave me that look. " the kind of soft look that makes the rest of the world blur around the edges, pretty eyes peering up through those lashes. he drifts a little closer, nudging the tip of his nose against hers. " sure i can. just depends how you reward exceptional service. "

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