WALK UNTIL SOLITUDE FILLS YOUR FISTS.

independent private punisher. written by lou.

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gonna play some sims for awhile but i don’t work until thursday so. LIKE THIS FOR A SMALL THING PERHAPS?

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kennedy‌.

       “  sounds like my kinda girl.  ”     ghost sits obediently at her side , amber eyes bright and alert at the scent of a new dog , of blood in the air.     “  that your super power , castle? pissing off women with sharp teeth?  ”

‘ when it suits me, sure, ’ he says easily, blunt nails trailing over scout’s rich fur at her scruff, squinting as he assesses kenndy’s features, ‘ could say your teeth are even sharper than hers. ’

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henry‌.

            “  and a half.  ”     garbled out around a particularly thick mouthful , the words come before frank’s even finished talking. come as henry reaches for the coke and cracks it open , chugging half to help wash down the sandwich. if it weren’t for the fact that he’d been scrimping by to get here with what little money he had , he would have mentioned something about being vegetarian but       beggars and choosers. he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand and looks back to frank.     “  my mom’s got       shit taste in guys.  ”     part of him wants to say it isn’t her fault ; that it’s generational , that it started before billy. she’s a shit mom , too , but she’s his mom. means well , most of the time. sometimes.     “  believe it or not. no other family , ‘cept for billy and he , well.  ”     he mimes having his throat slit , pauses and sips at the coke.     “  he didn’t have family besides his mom. and you. technically speaking , that makes us family , doesn’t it?  ”

technically speaking, that makes us family, doesn’t it?  frank’s stomach lurches at the thought, at the responsibility of that sentiment. there’s family and there’s family.  he hasn’t had the latter since he looked into billy’s eyes and realized his betrayal with the snarl of a smile over his features in that stairwell. it feels like a lifetime ago. but now, there’s henry ---- chewing obnoxiously enough to otherwise bother him if he weren’t otherwise distressed, smoothing his face in the palms of his hands as he shakes his head with a loud, exaggerated sigh.  he finds he doesn’t have the energy for anything other than,  ‘ - i coulda killed you, you know that? it was stupid of you to come after me like you did. ’ but he’s not going to kick him out. he should, but - ‘ i ought to call OFCS. i can’t keep you any safer than your mom did, any safer than bill did. you’re just a kid and you don’t belong here, with me. ’

[damnthosewords]

How wonderful to see you.

[laguerradelasgalaxias]

Marvel’s Daredevil || “Bang” season 2, episode 1

[nbchannibaldaily]

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hey everyone, i’m just going to kindly ask that y’all refer to me with he/him pronouns if you can. they/them is fine, but ... i’m feeling Something the past couple of weeks and the Dysphoria is peaking rn, so. lmao. but yeah, please and thank you! xoxo

[darlingshane]

Frank Castle killing people mid-sentence [Daredevil 2x12 // The Punisher 2x13]

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will‌.

“It’s been a while. And I’ve never been a particularly good shot.” This pistol, one of Frank’s, is cold and heavy in his hand, and it feels different than his service weapon or his own Smith and Wesson–feels more significant, somehow, in a way that Will can’t entirely quantify. 

It’s true, and he’s never been one for posturing or false modesty–he’s passable, but that’s about it. He thinks of Beverly’s strong hands adjusting his stance, of emptying his clip in Garrett Jacob Hobbs’ kitchen, of bad aim and not indecision saving Eldon Stammets’ life. It may as well have been lifetimes away, and that fear of his dormant impulses has long evaporated–still, he suspects his aim in this life leaves almost as much to be desired. 

He tilts his head, looks at Frank sidelong for a weighted moment–and he’s more than a natural, all purpose and raw power–before returning his attention to the targets in front of them. His tone is casual, almost convincing as an attempt at idle conversation. 

“Someone told me once that guns, uh, lack intimacy.” 

by now, it’s muscle memory ---- shooting firearms, the smell of gunpowder, killing. over half his life spent in a war zone and it’s left frank with that, at the very least, that and all the scars he can and can’t see. 

( a memory covered with a hazy, white hot painful film comes to mind: being wheeled into the emergency room after they pried junior’s brains from his hands ---- you ever hear of a thousand yard stare? well, that guy had a million yard one. )

frank clears his throat, holding up the 9mm with the proper and quickly hitting each of the makeshift targets in will’s backyard in what seems like a quick instant. it’s different on stationary targets but he knows his precision wouldn’t change even if they were charging at him. he reloads the gun himself, making sure it’s within will’s line of sight, then offers the gun to him. when will’s holding it, he steps in behind him, fixing the arrangement of his shoulders and standing close enough to smell will’s cologne.

‘ whatever asshole told you that doesn’t know shit, ’ the smile on his features leaks through his tone. this, guns, it’s never been intimate for him but this ---- is new. and decidedly fucking intimate, more intimate than he’s ever known. not even --- a lifetime ago, the last time he’d felt anything like this, and it hadn’t been the same. big hands rub over will’s shoulders, where he can feel the rotator cuff in that bad shoulder. he’s not tall enough, not even in boots, to peer over will’s shoulders, but he speaks low by his ear. pulls away when he knows it’s just a tease of a touch, one hand lingering on his shoulder and the small of his back as he steps away to adjust will’s hands. it’s like he can’t goddamn help himself. ‘ that better, will? ’

[kuutamosonaatti]

Save yourself, kill them all?

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❛ living like this is a full-time business. ❜

  they’re sitting in the back of his van — his unheated van because he hasn’t fixed that just yet — drinking lukewarm coffee out of a thermos. his fingertips are purple where they grip the metal container as he pours another cup, exhaling a puff of cold air between them as he glances at her in the red light of the backseat and nods. yeah. it is. he knows that better than anyone. ‘ it is, and i wouldn’t recommend it. it ain’t for anyone with any kinda semblance of a real life, ’  and frank’s saying that to karen, of all people, whose actual life and work overlap so much it’s a goddamn venn diagram. case and point. he withdraws a worn box of cigarettes from his pocket, the taste of stale coffee making him suddenly crave the additionally wiriness from nicotine in his system, pushing the box toward her with a butt hanging between his lips 

  ‘ you like newports? ‘cause i’m gonna light up. ’ 

@witheldtruths  /  accepting. 

[notgoodatnames]

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steph‌.

her look of affront follows him across the room.  sure there’s an argument waiting to be had in that statement,  stephanie’s temptation to dig her heels in rises,  heckles up for a moment before the energy passes her by and she just unburies an indian restaurant from the drawer.          ❛      i could go out.   get some beers or something.      ❜

he seems to realize himself as he shakes his head. ‘ - you don’t gotta. unless you want to, y’know. ’ 

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steph.

frank’s living arrangements leave a lot to be desired.   the last apartment was a palace compared to this   …   home for damp and dog hair.    she misses the purple coffee maker.   ❛    i thought guys in the military knew how to take care of themselves.   isn’t that how you all manage to bag wives super easy?    ❜     skirting close to sensitive.

 frank pours a glass of strawberry milk, not missing a beat, seemingly unfazed as he quips, lightly, ‘ so, i’m guessing this is how it’s gonna be today, huh? ’  he opens up the drawer by the fridge, filled with local take-out menus. ‘ go on, pick one. ’

[heireating]

           BOOK STARTERS VOL.47    TRAINSPOTTING    IRVINE WELSH

❛ We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realise that we’re all going to die, without really finding out the big answers. ❜

❛ By definition, you have to live until you die. Better to make that life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be. ❜

❛ I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. ❜

❛ And the reasons? There are no reasons. ❜

❛ Love does not exist, it’s like religion, made to control you. ❜

❛ After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid. ❜

❛ You fucking knew that fucking cunt would fuck some cunt. ❜

❛ Everything in the street today seems soft focus. ❜

❛ What does that make us? The lowest of the low. ❜

❛ Take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you’re still fuckin’ miles off the pace. ❜

❛ It’s as if everything is a copy of what you knew before, similar, yet somehow lacking in its usual qualities, a bit like the way things are in a dream. ❜

❛ It’s all okay, it’s all beautiful; but I fear that this internal sea is going to subside soon, leaving this poisonous shite washed up, stranded up in my body. ❜

❛ It cuts me up. It confuses me. ❜

❛ It’s not funny laughter. This is lynch mob laughter. ❜

❛ Protect me from those who wish to help us. ❜

❛ They mean well, and they mean well to me, but there’s no way under the sun that they can appreciate what I feel, what I need. ❜

❛ The pit of melancholy is a bottomless one, and I am descending fast. ❜

❛ Living like this is a full-time business. ❜

❛ I’ll stand or fall alone. ❜

❛ We are no wiser now than at the start. ❜

❛ This is pathetic, and fucking boring. ❜

❛ Death is usually a process, rather than an event. ❜

❛ We’re ruled by effete arseholes. What does that make us? ❜

❛ We are all acquaintances now. ❜

❛ The problem is that this beautiful ocean carries with it loads of poisonous flotsam and jetsam. ❜

❛ Life is beautiful. I’m going to enjoy it, and I’m going to have a long life. ❜

❛ The grim reality of impending death can be talked away by trying to invest in the present reality of life. ❜

❛ There must be more to life than this. ❜

❛ We all see what we want to see. ❜

❛ Statistically speaking, you’re more likely to be killed by a member of your own family or a close friend, than by anyone else. ❜

[hawkeyecut]

TFLN meme.

txt; I’m not closing myself off to the possibility of making a bad life choice. txt; Ya know, one would think a restraining order would keep me from fucking my ex. txt; You didn’t thow up on me, you threw up on yourself and then tried to give me a hug. txt; Oh no. Did we do a blood oath again?! txt; Went on a blind date. Afterwards I ripped my pants off and said “It’s game time”. He was into it. txt; He called me for phone sex. Do you know how hard it is to fake an orgasm and play Candy Crush at the same time? txt; A million fucking miles away, and the sun still manages to fuck my hungover mornings up. txt; I need you to teach me how to be roommates with somebody I’m not fucking. txt; If I stopped drinking I’d have to take up murdering. txt; To be honest. I have two poptarts in my jacket pockets. No one knows. I am pro stealth. txt; Went up to some dude that hit on my friend, and told him he has a voice like my grandma. Apparently didn’t have muscles or kindness like my grandma, so can you pick me up at the ER please? txt; Is it weird to befriend your older alcoholic landlords? txt; Okay first of all, that is a sick-ass nickname, please call me that forever. Second, I need your help. txt; Last night at a party someone grabbed my ass so I just fucking punched them in the face, then went home and ate a frozen pizza. txt; We do have a rich storied history of emotional warfare. txt; He told me he sees me like a sister then 10 mins later he tried to make out with me. txt; I love when my neighbors have passionate, loud sex to remind me that I’m not getting laid. txt; GO RIDE HIS EYEBROWS INTO THE SUNSET txt; I lost my voice. So I”m going to pretend I’m Ariel with legs today. txt; No, he reached for my hand at the beach. I pretended to be a seagull. txt; NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE HANDS OF GODDAMN ANGELS YOU KNOW. txt; Holy shit, last night was like the irresponsible Olympics for me. txt; Is it too far to say to someone “You’re useless for everything besides sex”? txt; How did you end up breaking into that laundromat at 3am? I saw the snapchat but like…How? txt; Does she know she is talking to people who slam shots of fireball and chase it with vodka? txt; Can you repeat that, but with context? txt; How does one get out of sexting without being rude? I’m trying to watch Downtown Abbey. txt; I agree with that homeless guy though. You do need a haircut. txt; I just licked wine off my own thigh. I’ve hit a new low. txt; Well, he was my lawyer, and now we get drunk and hook up. txt; She forgot a bra, so she just used saran wrap. The scary thing is, it worked. txt; Be happy for me…Or horny…Or be a really good friend, and feel what I really want you to feel. Jealousy. txt; Going on FB and having 11 notifications all from you is absolutely horrifying. txt; If it involves notarization or the Misfits, I am up to date. Anything else, I know fuck-all. txt; Hey, can you explain why there’s a dissected coconut in my purse???? txt; Yeah, I’m just gonna keep fucking other guys ‘til this idiot figures out he loves me. txt; P.S., he swallowed my earring last night, so yeah. txt; Concept: I never actually flirt with anyone, I’m just a bitch and some people find it endearing. txt; That simultaneously explains everything and makes me very, very terrified of you. txt; I pack a first-aid kit when I DD for you. What does that tell you about your partying? For what I see and do, paying my food and gas for the night is a goddamn BARGAIN. txt; Can someone explain to me why guys are so fascinated w their dicks that they feel like they’ll die if they don’t send unsolicited dick pics txt; I have an aggressive hickey on my shoulder, and it actually hurts. txt; You were more fun when you didn’t have morals. txt; Tell me again why we had to facebook stalk your therapist? txt; I just wanted a booty call and now somehow I’m at his parents’ playing dominoes. But they have tequila, so it’s cool. txt; That’s actually very serious…I really do think of you whenever I see pizza. txt; when i woke up with 300+ messages I didn’t expect them to be about coyotes and burning shoes. txt; Everclear isn’t food, damnit. txt; Sometimes in life you just have to realize the security deposit isn’t worth it. txt; Do you want to talk about dinosaurs? txt; I should stop using “Braveheart would do it” as a basis for decision making… txt; He’s my ex’s boss. I’m not above sleeping with him for that fact alone. txt; I have already been up, showered, had a cup of coffee brought to me, added a little rum to cure the hangover, had sex, and kicked him out, and it’s only 1 p.m. Successful day so far. txt; He is getting no nudes from me. I don’t even care if I’m losing his legal advice. txt; I’m not even 100% sure what it is, but if it involves Thor and Doritos, I’m in. txt; Was I at least graceful when I fell down that flight of stairs and broke my hand? txt; My talents include parallel parking and over reacting about absolutely everything…and drinking… txt; …Okay, fine. But I don’t want to be a better person tonight. I’ll be a better person tomorrow. txt; Just once I’d like to go out and not have to tell you to put your pants back on. txt; I tried to help you up, but you said “let me dance it off”. txt; Everybody posting sickening holiday couple pics and I’m over here deep throating a bottle of whiskey.

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cr1tikal sentence prompts

all from the pepsiman video!

“that confirms my theory. i have no idea what this bitch is telling me.”

“i might as well be talking to a cow’s udder.”

“PARKOUR – ah shit –”

“you can take the pepsi away from the man, but you can’t take the man away from the pepsi.”

“we’re turning this up a notch.”

“shitty bush. shitty fence. TITTY WOMAN –”

“i went for the face-to-breast manoeuvre.”

“privacy is no option in this world.”

“this is… a predicament.”

“how this trashcan manages to stay on his head after doing a backflip is simply beyond my comprehension.”

“this garbage truck has malicious intent.”

“i just jumped over a moving vehicle. who gives a fuck?”

“the plot thickens.”

“stay on the sidewalk ‘till you’re ready for the big leagues.”

“after all, it is pepsiman’s world. we’re just living in it.”

“engaging jetpack. jetpack must have malfunctioned.”

“wouldn’t want her to be late for her dildo meeting. or – dildo club appointment. whatever she’s late for regarding dildos.”

“is there any justice in this world?”

“don’t act like this doesn’t happen all the time.”

“the government’s trying to assassinate him for what he’s trying to do!”

“this is one furious pepsi can.”

“i’m getting my ass kicked by pepsi.”

“with great pepsi comes great responsibility.”

“shit. oh shit. shit. shit.”

“you don’t even care any more, do you. i can see it in your non existent facial expressions.”

“you’re just a hollow person now. you’re just empty.”

“hold on a second. my dick needs a good scratching.”