#wholemeasure

[youarenotworthmyanger]

[papa-evershed]

“I’m not going back.” [requested by: @wholemeasure]

[epeolxtry]

frank + maria | ship aesthetic 

@wholemeasure

[mcckingsa]

wholemeasure replied to your post: for my birthday, all i want is my...

PLS

the avengers: no killing

frank and bobbi, probably covered in someone else’s blood: hehaditcoming.mp3

[bangley]

wholemeasure replied to your post “when did jon wear high-waisted pants? i need answers! (mob city?)”

if you can see his belly button is it really jon bernthal???

one of life’s big mysteries 

[kteague]

They're trying to silence us.

Another Punisher teaser!!

[mrcstgln]

@wholemeasure fam you know what this is buckle your seatbelt

                soldiers  are  taught  about  torture,  how  in  the  end,  a  man  will  BREAK and  let  go.  you  don’t  quite  get  used  to  the  pain.  but  then  again,  you  can’t  tell  a  mother  she  doesn’t  know  PAIN.  life  giver  /  meet  your  antithesis.  a  fist  landed  on  her  ribcage;  a  contraction  seared  all  the  way  up  her  spine.  her  hand  tightened  around  the  arm  rest;  her  sweaty  palm  slipped  before  she  was  able  to  cling  to  his  hand  tighter.

                                she  will  awake  blearily  in  a  room  with  sunlight  streaming  in,                                 after  she  closes  her  eyes  to  the  night  outside  her  window.  she’ll                                 shift  uneasily,  looking  around  before  her  eyes  will  finally  meet.                                  “where  is  he?”  she’ll  ask,  a  near  hysteria  in  her  voice.

           “where  is  he?” 

that  needling  voice  demanded  as  she  closed  her  eyes.  her  composure  failed  her  as  he  leaned  over  her,  hot  breath  against  her  cheek.  maria  instinctively  FLINCHED  back,  whimpering.  she  refused  to  look.  she  refused  to  speak.  this  wasn’t  how  it  was  supposed  to  end,  but  she’d  be  DAMNED before  she  dragged  her  family  into  her  mistakes.  she  let  herself  be  seen,  be  CAUGHT.  it  wouldn’t  matter.  soon,  the  bulletin  would  release  the  video.  soon,  those  she  loved  would  no  longer  hide  in  the  shadows.  like  those  days  years  ago  that  gave  her  those  BEAUTIFUL children,  the  pain  would  be  WORTH IT.

...  but  she  couldn’t  help  but  wonder,  if  they’d  ever  know  what  happened  to  her.  after  all  this,  would  they  even  find  the  body?

[liisacastlea-blog]

@wholemeasure ♥’d for a starter

Coincidence brought her to the darkened warehouse district tonight. If she hadn’t noticed an old friend while she was at the shady convenience store three blocks over, Lisa would have been holed up in some shitty apartment she’d have broken into for the night. As luck would have it, she was given a lead instead. When their eyes collided, his widened in pure panic. Dropping the bag of cocaine in hand, he turned on his heel and fled here in the hopes of hiding. She can’t say he wasn’t smart. He knew what would happen when she lay hands on him. All she needed was a name who could tell her where she was. Then Lisa could sleep at night. Maybe then the dreams would go away. As she neared the door he’d ran into, there were two loud bangs from inside. Gunshots. Shit! Moving frantically, she squared her body, bent one leg at the knee and kicked in the door. Gun up and eyes alert, the girl crept into the wet smelling abandoned warehouse. Light from street lamps poured in half broken windows and reflected off small puddles on the concrete. A taller man than the one she’d been chasing stood in the light. Standing firm, Lisa Castle raised the gun square with his chest. “Hands up! Nice and slow.” She tried to peer around him, to find Jeremiah. Did he kill him? “Where did he go? Jeremiah? What happened to him?”