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#𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭. ( ooc. ) #i'm actually very excited about this #it'll be good

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when ur girl is soft on fwank. 

#⇀ 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. ( my edits. ) #⇀ 𝐝𝐲𝐧. 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬; 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫. ( frank castle & beau. ) #puinsh #been in my drafts fOR A MONTH #whoo... chile

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CAT’S CRADLE ( a netflix original ) [ pt. 3 / ? ]

posters & playlists | season one playlist |  season two playlist |  ft. @puinsh TO BE UPDATED WITH LINKS ON NEW BLOG. mwah.

#⇀ 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. ( my edits. ) #why do i hyperfixate like this #i owe mo a playlist anyways :') #clearing out my drafts with my edits #🌺 ʰᵒˡᵈ ⁱᵗ / ˢᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ / ᵍʳᵃᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵍᵒᵈ ( queued. )

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so , uh hi ! i know i haven’t been here in a minute, and that’s genuinely because my muse for beau has been pretty fickle.  i’ve decided after some thought that I’ll be moving miss beau to a new, clean blog ( so i can use the things i commissioned from briar, finally ) and then hopefully that’ll help my muse return since i’ll be writing beau in a way that’s more productive to me. focused on writing and developing her through threads and whatnot instead of genuinely being concerned with overextending myself to my follower count and what is on my dash.  anyways !  feel free to like this, i’ll be keeping some of my threads and plotted relationships, and if u want to keep it, feel free to let me know or like this post !! 

#𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭. ( ooc. )

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Zoë Kravitz as Rob in HIGH FIDELITY ||| 1.06

#🗡️ 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. ( visage. ) #SHE.

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@puinsh​ asked: ❝ that was almost a compliment. ❞

      a titter leaves her as she raises her eyebrow from her seat on the other side of the counter.    ❝   i simply said it smells good is all,  ❞  she rolls her eyes as she puts a small piece of bell pepper in her mouth.    oh, how foreign it feels to be at such peace like this.  IT’S MORE THAN SHE DESERVES.  she watches him with a body, still at rest, her thumb resting against her bottom lip.   she can still hear frank chuckle, under his breath.   the audacity of one man...  new york is steady, quiet even.   FOR TONIGHT at least, they can blend into the world.  or make their own, both options appeal to beau.   she craned forward to try and curiously peek and see what exactly it is he’s doing, 

❝ don’t act like i don’t give you compliments.  ❞  as if she didn’t give him compliments!  she’d shower him in complements by the hour if he allowed it.  she’d do it AS LONG AS THERE WAS BREATH in her body, in her lungs.    dumbfounded, adoring, her gaze lingered long on him, and her thumb pressed to her lip as she exhaled.  she reaches over nearly to snatch another piece, but she decides against it to keep out of his way. 

finally, eyes bright, she presses her knuckles to her cheek to watch frank.  like an idol.  hers.  she doesn’t think anymore of it before she then lowers her head.    ❝ i ever tell you thank you enough ?   how much i appreciate you ? ❞   she has so many reasons to be thankful for him, from the way he makes her heart sing, to the way he takes care of her.   he sticks with her, protects her... he’s the first to do so without expecting anything in return.  

#🐱 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥. ( answered. ) #puinsh

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far cry verse. it’s comin bby, it’s comin,

#𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭. ( ooc. ) #ENTITLED: GODDESS' WRATH. #maybe

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plotting call. also btw i want a couple of people i can make a group promo with that says “what’s a mob to a king” “what’s a king to a g*d” “what’s a g*d to a non-believer” i also just want more group plots where things circle around our general plot

#𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭. ( ooc. ) #PLEASE GIVE ME THIS I BEG #group plots i'm realizing are gOOOD shit #like me: holding out my cup #gimme

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me, kindly glancing to @fcther. who is the reason i am currently watching far cry 5 gameplay... 

#𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭. ( ooc. ) #me knowing joseph seed is a bad guy #BUT UR WRITING: MMMHM GOOOOOOOD STUFF RIGHT THERE

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gIMME DARK THREADS. GIMME DARK THREADS.  BEAU IS A GODDESS AND CAN SNAP YOUR NECK. 

#𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭. ( ooc. ) #violence tw #like i love light-hearted themes don't get me wrong #BUT #BUT... DARK THREADS #BABY... THE DAMAGE SHE COULD DO WITH THE RIGHT SITUATION #*chef's kiss*

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glad people are watching the old guard because it is so good.

#𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭. ( ooc. ) #also i've been over at echojace #bc she is very chill and doing things over there are coming easier #so whoo.

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wildrcbel·:

for @abvnai· | sab & valentine

Sabina squinted up at the big, fancy building, the yellow cab behind her pulling back into the swarms of cars. New York fucking City. She hadn’t been back in years and for good reason, she’d grown up on the Upper East Side under the watchful gaze of rich parents and their heteronormative expectations. Darling daughter turned daredevil and hadn’t given a FUCK — she remembered the night she shaved her head off at twenty-one, the shriek her mother let out and the hours spent walking through Central Park. It had been an all-nighter. Fuck, those days were so free.

But so was her job, in some ways, because she’d turned out exactly how she wanted to.

The museum of natural history hadn’t been one she frequented growing up, but instead the MET as more ‘ appropriate ‘ for a ‘ woman of her stature ‘ — whatever the fuck that had meant. Even in her state with jean shorts, baggy hoodie and ball cap, the security guard merely scanned her ticket without a second glance. The paper was switched out for folded instructions, noting the picture of a butterfly as the meeting spot. Great. How James Bond. ( But she was grateful it wasn’t in the dino section, Lord knows the kids there would be — hell on earth ).

                      ❛ Alright, alright, alright, ❜ she muttered to herself, arms swinging as she shook out the nerves. Sab had no idea what to expect but if Bos said the connection was vital, she’d see it out. She just hoped her ‘ guide ‘ wasn’t over the age of 50 and retired. She could do without a crochet lesson.

     beau feels overdressed.  blend in, was her first thought, but what the hell did you wear to a museum ?  she just dug the stuff up that was in it, not attended in fear... well, association with her mother. ANYTHING INVOLVING HER MOTHER, she wanted to be far, far away from.  she can’t help but turn the ring on her finger as she waits, arms folded over as she leans back, boots with heels thick enough to run in        clicking across the floor.  tawny colored eyes glance around the room, and with an exhale, nerves are gone. so is the identity of beau, for the time being.  she double-checks her white tee, tucked into her jeans, oversized short sleeves hitting her elbows.

she doesn’t know why, but she suddenly leans on everything valentine had ever been taught as a child, stand up straight, first impressions are everything.  she could hear her mother say little girls are from heaven, act like it.   instead, her mother had gotten a daughter made of DEFIANCE and hellfire.  unfortunately, as much as she hates associating with her mother, she had to admit it had its perks.  fingers double-check her hair, which is in a maintained bun, as she turns the corner, fingernail digging into the corner of her paper.  butterfly. how ironic.

she turns her head at the squeal of small children running past to get to the dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals as she snorts before dark plum stained lips twist into a small smile.  she bites into her bottom lip, making her way over to the picture. back turned, ❝ you don’t seem like the type to sketch pictures, but then again, maybe I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.  ❞

#wildrcbel #🌺 ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ⁱ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃʳⁿ ʸᵒᵘ. ( replies. ) #( charlie's angels verse tbt. ) #would beau watch her crochet ?? probably

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#𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 / 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. ( music. )