#onebatch

[investigatings-a]

                                        YEARS  GO  BY  AND  HEARTS  START  TO  HARDEN .                             HERE  COMES  A  FEELING  YOU  THOUGHT  YOU’D  FORGOTTEN !

[knifets]

GOD OF WAR: RAGNAROK ! ACCEPTING .

EYES  ARE  DRAWN  DOWNWARD,  POROUS  CONCRETE  SOAKING  UP  RED  !   VERMILLION  SPLATTERED  ACROSS  THE  TOPS  OF  HIS  SNEAKERS.   sometimes,  there  is  no  other  way.  reasonably  he  knows  to  accept  what  he's  been  told,  but  for  some  reason  those  words  bounce  around  in  his  head  like  loose  change  in  the  pocket  of  a  wayward  straggler  clinging  to  a  past  that  no  longer  exists.   he  doesn't  soak  them  up  like  a  sponge,  he  doesn't  accept  them  as  truth,  he  simply  stares  at  his  shoes–   then  the  lifeless  eyes  of  the  body  in  front  of  him.   "  ...  what  if  there  was  ...  another  way?  "   maybe  not  for  this  one,  but  what  about  the  next?   or  the  one  after  that?   people  would  keep  coming,  hunger  driving  them  to  craven  actions.   would  his  companion (@onebatch)  kill  them  all?   mikky  was  used  to  a  cruel  world,  but  that  cruel  world  was  nothing  like  the  one  outside  of  the  QZ;   this  he  was  beginning  to  quickly  realize.

[pulpsbordeaux]

En honneur du Punisher qui a débarqué sur @netflixfr ! Le POP du Punisher est dispo à la boutique ! #onebatch #twobatch #threebatch #punisher #marvel #netflix #pop #funko (à Pulp's Bordeaux)

[investigatings-a]

You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings. * flips u off n scooters away *

you  know  every  way  to  make  them  bloom.

 HE  SPEAKS  of  the  melody  of  his  heart  strings,  &  it  isn’t  the  same  as  hers,  but  god,  they  must  have  had  the  same  damn  composer.  she’s  better  at  reading  crime  reports  than  sheet  music,  but  still,  she  can  feel  that  symphony  all  the  way  down  in  her  stomach,  a  feeling  of  light  that  somehow  seems  to  sit  heavily  in  her  gut.  her  lips  are  open  &  soft  'gainst  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  her  nails  scraping  just  so  on  the  stubble  of  his  cheek,  down  to  the  angular  line  of  his  jaw.  oh,  it  certainly  feels  like  it’s  some  kind  of  opus,  with  his  rough  hands  pressed  so  carefully  on  her  back,  with  his  thumb  brushing  over  her  hip.  her  free  hand  is  down  at  the  hem  of  his  shirt,  slipping  underneath  the  fabric  &  pressing  the  velvet  pads  of  her  fingers  along  his  war  torn  body,  her  legs  bracing  on  either  side  of  his.  when  she  slots  her  mouth  across  his,  it’s  like  a  single  low  note  of  a  violin,  trembling  &  persistent,  just  like  her.

❛  frank.  ❜      his  name  to  so  many  is  just  a  synonym  for  war,  for  terror,  for  bloody  streets  &  too  many  bodies  to  fit  in  a  morgue.  but  coming  from  her  mouth  so  softly,  so  quiet  in  the  almost  silence  of  her  living  room,  more  like  a  sigh  than  speech,  it  seems  to  sound  more  like  another  word  for  surrender.  it  falls  from  her  peony  mouth  once  more,  breathless,  the  hand  on  his  face  winding  up  to  his hair.  a  tug ;    not  enough  to  hurt,  not  really,  but  certainly  enough  to  move  his  head  back,  to  make  him  look  up  at  her  with  those  harsh  brown  eyes.  this  oeuvre  is  held  firmly  in  her  erratic  heart,  a  song  she  is  still  learning  the  words  to.

[unextraordinaryteenager]

This is it guys. Walang kakaba kaba! Kaya natin 'to batch 2017! Sabay sabay nating dugtungan ng PTRP ang mga pangalan natin! Claim it! 🙏💪💙 #UERMBatch2017 #OneBatch #MagicWord #OneHundredPercent 💯

[investigatings-a]

For you alone I will be weak. : )

that’s  how  you  get  deathless,  volchitsa.

❛  i’m  not  sure  i’d  call  you  weak  at  all.  ❜      looking  at  him,  she  sees  A  SPLIT  LIP  /  BRUISED  KNUCKLES.  she  doesn’t  know  that  there’s  any  weakness  in  that,  in  the  way  he  seems  to  loom  over  everything  else  in  the  room.  they  must  have  very  different  definitions  of  the  word.

 FOR  HER :    nightmares  that  end  when  she  wakes  up  in  a  cold  sweat,  except  they  don’t  really  ever  end.   they  way  she  jumps  when  someone  knocks  on  the  door,  like  each  knuckle  rapt  is  a  gunshot  instead  of  a  greeting.  keeping  the  window  leading  out  to  her  fire  escape  unlocked  just  in  case  he  decides  to  come  by.

 FOR  HIM :    well.  she  doesn’t  know  that  either.  maybe  he  thinks  all  of  this  is  weakness.  his  smile,  her  easy  laugh,  half  eaten  take  out,  or  coffee  at  the  diner.  things  that  don’t  belong  to  a  self - proclaimed  dead  man,  things  that  he  might  have  had  before    (  &  that’s  something  else  entirely,  how  frank  castle’s  life  can  be  split  into  before  &  after  ).    what  she  does  know  is  that  he  has  more  blood  on  his  hands  than  she  ever  will,  but  she  doesn’t  think  she’ll  ever  find  it  in  herself  to  be  afraid  of  him.  &  why  should  she ?    FOR  YOU  ALONE——

❛  i  know  who  you  are.  i’m  not  asking  you  to  change  that.  i’m  not  asking  you  to  be  weak.  ❜

[hafyzlovato-blog]

#onebatch #batchfive #friendshipgoals #bffs❤️ #SalsationFriendShipGoals #SalsationFamily #SalsationBff💃💖 #FriendForever

[bookphile]

onebatch replied to your post: I think tomorrow should be dragon day ...

DID SOMEBODY SAY DRAGONS drAGoNS

DRAGONS!!!