#p: crossfire

[t-citurnity-moved]

"Just walk in, hug each one of them, don't let 'em go until they beg you to stop."

for a dumb bitch sometimes frank is a wise man.

anyway, i’d like to think that when he gets home every night, he hugs tyler as tight as he can and doesn’t let him go until tyler shoves him as hard as he can. because he never knows if something’s going to happen to him or tyler. and if that ain’t cute as shit idk what is.

[t-citurnity-moved]

i didn’t say this earlier but frank’s flashbacks and dreams of his family are so endearing like.

even if i don’t like my family, i can totally understand how much he felt for his. i can understand how much he mourns and grieves over them, how much he wishes he could’ve done something to save them, how much he regrets not being able to. i know how deeply he cared for them and it breaks my heart every time i see them.

but it reminds me that he can be loved and in return, love past his pain. it reminds me that tyler, while he may not be able to heal anyone, will be able to love frank no matter what. even if he wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, scaring tyler half to death. even if he makes tyler lose sleep over how much he worries about frank. even if there are times when frank becomes cold and standoffish to him, tyler still tries his best to say “i’m here for you.” he doesn’t have to talk, but instead just know that tyler loves him, that he will always be there for him, that he would never turn his back on him.

[t-citurnity-moved]

frank’s line in the first episode of the punisher like

“whatever it is you’re lookin’ for, i'm not it”

i just imagine him saying it to tyler and tyler just shrugging like

“i don’t mind what i’ve found instead; in fact, i think it’s better than what i was looking for and found so many times before”

and frank keeping a flat expression but secretly being taken aback and touched by tyler’s response

[t-citurnity-moved]

i actually... have a lot of marvel faves....

i was recently thinking of matt murdoc too and gudbgfufb FUCK i love him

and... frank castle... hrgfgb

i should just make a post with all my marvel faves hfdgbdkf

[aeronrg-blog]

crossfire.

[ previously. ]

He always saw himself as a happy-go-lucky joker except people never quite appreciate his gruesome, sarcastic and dry humor. As long as he laughed at his jokes and mockery, Aeron was fine. Today, the joke was on him and he did not quite appreciate it. However, for some obscure reason, he was not going to let that female cuspian of the Coalition Army die. They had spent quite some quality time not at each other's throat down there. He should have left her to rot, but, instead, he dragged hr along and had her pose as his mute subordinate. 'This pathetic meaningless charade perhaps could turn out to be rather amusing,' he thought to himself as they joined the rest of the camp.

The camp had doubled in size the morning. He quickly glanced around to size it up and estimated that at least a regiment within the perimeter getting ready for their next offense in Tempestade. He noted the artillerie, which only meant that the Coalition Army had totally caught up with them. The Imperial Army had successfully advanced since the Festival of Leo's conclusion, but, since then, the other army had called reinforcement. The blonde was either one of those reinforcement or she had always been assigned where he struck today. Furthermore, the number of soldiers was rather alarming. It meant that he had to find a way to send her off as soon as possible.

A hand on her wrist, he pulled her closer and started to walk as fast as possible until they reached a particular tent set at the other end of the camp. It was a bit more luxurious than the common tents. It was normal since he was not just any soldier. He was a decorated officer and a prince. He obeyed to no one except a few even if the others were his superiors. Aeron pushed in the tent after he scoped his surroundings. Everything was at its place. There was no one is sight. The cover was safe, but for how long? He preferred not to think about it; yet, he had to.

"Sorry if I was a bit rough with you," Aeron actually apologized. She was lucky that the army had thought him minimal respect along with discipline that he would always use to his advantage.

He walked around the tent to check the thickness of the fabric. He could barely hear the noise outside, which showcased the quality. The tent was rather simple inside: a bed made of a couple of covers, a bag containing clothes tossed in one corner, a ax that needed to be washed and polished. Hopefully, the young woman did not mind the lack of grandiose comfort, because that would be where she was going to stay for a while with him.

"I assume that like all soldiers, you glanced around and noticed a couple of things," he engaged the conversation. "The officer-in-charge gathered quite a lot of people. Supplies, immunitions and more men are surely awaited. That being said...the next offensive is not before a couple of days. I'd say a week or two. That's the only time I can ship you out undetected. Do you remember what I told about your new identity? You are some mute girl under my care...a spy working for me...you answer to no one but to me." He stared at her for a moment. "Do you also have any question for me? Start asking while I'm still inclined to answer them...Naiya." He named her with the first name that popped into his mind, the name of one of his unfortunate victims during that surprised attack.

rgxjoy