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In my defense, they did it first.

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Charlie Cox and Jon Bernthal on the set of Daredevil Born Again

📸 via stevesandsnyc on ig

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i can fix him (no really i can)

(images aren’t mine, credits to owners)

#〘⋯☠Face-You know you’re one bad day away from being me.⋯〛 #〘⋯☠Queue-People Think That Torture Is Pain. It’s Not Pain. It’s Time.⋯〛

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Julian & Lizzy in Ep. 1.06 AMERICAN GIGOLO (2022)

#〘⋯☠Face-You know you’re one bad day away from being me.⋯〛 #〘⋯☠Queue-People Think That Torture Is Pain. It’s Not Pain. It’s Time.⋯〛

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"How come you never bring me coffee?"

- Either Brum or Buck 👀

IF U WANT

//OF COURSE. I ALWAYS WANT

@skullsandsteel

"Because you're a dick, and can get that fancy SHIELD coffee."

#skullsandsteel #〘⋯☠Asks-My favorite sound in the world is the silence after the first gunshot.⋯〛

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🌺 send this to blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

///You have no idea how much I needed this today. Thank you.

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Jon Bernthal

April 17th, 2024 via David Garcia on IG

Bonus:

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i know i’m not god’s favorite cause if i was he’d let me be the one to kiss all over jon bernthal’s face

#〘⋯☠Face-You know you’re one bad day away from being me.⋯〛 #〘⋯☠Queue-People Think That Torture Is Pain. It’s Not Pain. It’s Time.⋯〛

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Buck started to bark as Frank picked the lock relatively easily on her small apartment door, but quieted down almost immediately after he got inside. He had hoped she would have been home but was content waiting it out.

With a light scritch to the pups head, he made his way to the kitchen. He helped himself to the mediocre bottle of scotch pushed to the back of the cabinet. He grabbed a few slices of lunchmeat from the fridge for the dog. The ice clinked lightly in the glass as he carried it back toward the couch.

He spent the next hour or so playing with Buck, watched a bit of the news, and just generally made himself at home.

The gun he found in the purse on the side table should have been with her. The disappointment and worry were etched across his face. He had handed her that pistol himself...instructed her to never leave home without it. Sometimes that girl was just stupid.

The door clicked from the other side of the apartment and he expected the dog to dart away, but Frank still had turkey in his hands. And he who has the treats wins the attention.

The sounds of her moving slowly into the apartment was almost reassuring. Without or without her piece she was at least still being cautious. Good girl. She learned a thing or two off of him in the end.

The vision that stepped out from the hallway and into the living room stopped him in his tracks and silenced any argument he was going to make about the pistol he had since laid on the arm of the couch. She positively glowed. They rarely saw each other under the best of circumstances so the excuse to see the other in anything other than everyday apparel never presented itself. He was currently regretting it.

Frank watched her mill about the room, seemingly unbothered by his presence. Words stuck in his throat like molasses.

As she spoke and turned her back to him, his feet moved as of their own volition. He ran fingers lightly across her shoulders, brushing her hair to the side. The zipper tugged down with only mild resistance. The rough skin of his knuckles barely passed across her spine.

He clearly took longer than he had any business taking, savoring the few seconds before pushing them back to the back of his mind and shaking his head a bit to clear it as she walked away.

"I..needed information. New gang in town, picking up where the Dogs of Hell left off after...after they lost control of their territory. Uh-"

The gala had been a success in terms of fundraising: over a million dollars had been donated to the domestic shelter cause, a secure amount of money to help properly fund some of the more neglected shelters in the city (which meant they would not have turn anyone away now because the funding was in place to keep that from happening). What it was not a success in was information gathering. Karen had spent the majority of the evening networking, talking with her connections from the major news corporations and newspapers to see what they knew about cake. She’d gathered tidbits of information here and there: one newscaster had a friend whose son had almost overdosed; a reporter for the Bugle heard the NYPD had made a major bust in a warehouse where it was being packaged; another reporter heard that the mayor’s brother’s daughter’s best friend’s uncle was somehow involved (allegedly). Then the Gnucci name was floated among the reporters as being involved and that added another sordid layer to everything.

When she had walked out of the hotel and to her awaiting Uber, Karen was exhausted, overburdened with information that was both helpful and useless at the same time. She’d typed up some notes as the Uber navigated the city streets, and two blocks from her apartment she got out to make her way to her building.

Three flights of stairs and one locked door later, Karen was in her empty apartment hallway…but she was not alone.

Buck didn’t come barreling towards her in greeting, and she could hear the tippy-tap clatter of paws as the dog moved around in her living room. For a moment Karen felt panic tighten in her chest: because of security measures at the gala she was weaponless, her gun in her normal bag in her living room. The ‘atta boy’ that came from her living room immediately deflated the panic that rose up like a balloon in her chest, the rumbling voice all too familiar. As Karen moved forward into the dim light of her living room, she looked first to Frank, then to her dog, and then dumped her clutch and keys by her everyday bag and kicked off the heels she wore.

Since he decided to just break in, she would put him to some work. “Unzip this a little for me, please,” she said as she walked towards Frank, back to him. She could feel his hand brush against her curled hair, moving it aside as calloused fingers clutched the tiny zipper and gave it a little tug, giving her the ability to reach behind her to grasp it and pull it all the way down on the way to her room. She spoke as she walked, her words carrying behind her. “Want to tell me why and how you’re here?”

Because she was going to have to up her security, it seemed.

@penniesxdimes touched Karen's hair. / ⭐️❤️

#sorry it took me forever to answer this #literally forever #also dont tease him like that #its not good for his heart #sevenbulletsavior

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“He smells like cigarettes and mistakes.”

— (via caelestispunk)

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Do you ever just ?

#〘⋯☠Musings-If you run out of bullets it probably means we're both dead.⋯〛

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SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE'S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

Oh Darlin What Have I Done - The White Buffalo

Oh darlin, darlin what have I done? Now I do my talking with a gun And blood will spill into the gutters And it will stain the morning sun Ooh, oh tell me what the hell I've done. Can I stop at one? Or have I just begun?

Ain't No Sunshine - Bill Withers (Geoff Castellucci cover is my fave)

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone It’s not warm when she’s away. Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone And she’s always gone too long Anytime she goes away.

Bury Me With My Guns - Bobaflex

Bury me with my guns on So when I reach the other side I can show him what it feels like to die Bury me with my guns on So when I'm cast out of the sky I can shoot the devil right between the eyes The castles falling down Beneath the deep blue sea They've seen my face before Will they remember me? I scream the words out loud Our souls are finally free Its time to open up our eyes

Blood in the Water - Shaman's Harvest

Well damn your stubbornness and damn your pride To hell with your truths and heavenly lies Blood in the water Blood in the sand Hounds of hell been doggin' this man Put my grave next to daddy's stone If I lay dead 'fore I make it home Lord it's been so long cuz I've been runnin' With a smokin' heart and a broken gun

Bullet In My Hand - Redlight King

I got a cold stare, the wound's still there But there ain't much left to bleed A short fuse that I still use I'm my own worst enemy Stare at the faces I once knew lined up just to bury me There's a long black car that's waitin' to leave But right now There's someone looking out for me I came out of the darkness With a bullet in my hand I got one more shot at livin' I'm lucky that I can Cause I got a little roughed up Yeah I really got fucked up I came out of the darkness With a bullet in my hand

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tagging: @bloodstainedstar @blackxskyx @starredshield @sevenbulletsavior

#sometimes i do fun things

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Reblog if it's okay to send you lots of memes even if we have threads already.

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If he was being entirely honest with himself, Frank didn't know how the plan to push Bucky's boundaries was gonna go. It could go easy, do what he hoped. It could backfire and blow up in his face.

When that word graced his ears it pulled a rare smile across his face. He reached up with his free hand and very carefully worked the gloves off of Bucky's hands before pinning his wrists back against the door again. They got tossed somewhere behind him. Who knows. They'll find them later.

Buck had, on rare occasions, removed his gloves around Frank. Very rare. And always for a reason. Even the handful of times they had done...this...he had kept the prosthetic hidden. Frank assumed it was just a habit.

But it was clear tonight was different. And required a different approach. Tonight, Bucky needed to stop thinking so goddamn hard.

✮ – He could’ve fought the way Castle had pinned his wrists against the door but he didn’t. And there was the obvious fact lingering around: Frank and Bucky both knew that Bucky could easily overpower him if he needed to, but the fact he was allowing the other to do whatever he wanted didn’t come just from Bucky’s own need for release, to be tired enough to just sleep, to brush the nightmares away…

Trust…?

He wasn’t so sure. Did he? Or he was just convincing himself Castle was just as fucked up if not more so there was no way he would take him out, hurt him, torture him or worse. Perhaps his own logic prevented him from thinking in those scenarios: Frank had nothing against him.

And maybe, just maybe, there was a bit of quid pro quo for the both of them. Frank wasn’t just doing a favor to him, there was something he was getting out of the whole thing too. But there had never been any room to talk about it.

And perhaps neither of them wanted to have a conversation of their nightly encounters in bed or any flat surface for that matter.

Bucky swallowed, steel blue eyes looking up to meet Frank’s. His lips parted when his breath hit his cheek and Bucky could inhale the other’s scent, which in turn made the former soldier close his eyes for a brief moment.

“Yes…” Bucky managed to say almost in a whisper.

#bloodstainedstar

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"Fine. I'll...try t'do things your way. But if y'don't want me to do things my way then we need a real plan."

He tried not to let the small amount of amusement into his voice. It wouldn't be the first nor the last time they worked together. Matt's methods weren't ideal...putting these guys in the ground was still the best course of action. But he couldn't argue with the results. Together they always managed to get shit done.

"Assume you already scoped out the building...wouldn't be here if you could manage on your own." Frank watched him curiously as he looked over the pistol before sitting it back down. "If we arent going in through the front door guns blazin'...then what's your angle?"

Matt pressed his lips together until they were a thin line. Of course Frank would—

He sighed. "No killing, Frank. We have been over this."

Uncrossing his arms, he walked over to the table, putting his hand on the gun Frank had just placed there. Of course the metal wasn't cold under his fingers, warmed by Frank's hands. Not Matt's favorite feel—guns in general, really.

Still, he picked it up, weighing it in his hands, before putting it back down, not knowing why he wanted to touch the gun in the first place.

"You weren't exactly my first choice, but you're the only one who is available right now. And I trust you to have my back," Matt said, even though he didn't trust Frank not to kill anyone. But he would cross that bridge when they got to it.

He walked back to the window, ready to climb out. Turning around he said, "They expect the delivery at midnight. Be there or don't."

#thedevilsjustice

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Jon Bernthal playing basketball in Venice.

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"You know what's wrong - you're just too stubborn to admit it." - Elliot @curseoffrell

"Damn fuckin' right."

Frank wasn't about to admit that the man's magic scared him. He'd once again accidentally triggered the curse. It had come in handy a few times to get them out of scrapes...but he was too sarcastic for his own good and the curse didn't differentiate between an honest request and habitual snark.

#hacker codeq #elliot