#pistolism

[jupiter3-moved-3]

they've decided to have lunch in kitsey's penthouse, rather than be swarmed by paparazzi. delphine is perfect for this role. kitsey has pitched it as perfectly as she can. she tells her, even, that she wrote this role with someone like her in mind. "well," she clarifies, "actually i was mostly just thinking of you."

there's a moment, a pause, where kitsey is afraid she's ruined the whole thing, until @pistolism responds, “i might like you less now that you know me so well."

kitsey snorts out a little laugh, "well, nobody likes me, so don't worry about it. especially people that know me. besides--the you on the page is only a fantasy. i could be completely wrong about your whole fuckin' deal."

#pistolism #pistolism: 001. #pistolism: kitsey: 001. #* t. kitsey. #answered.

[mafiaheiress]

@pistolism: ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜

           𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, so they were celebrating with a group of companions at a restaurant that provided live music. a few bottles of wine shared amongst the table, nothing outrageous. isabella enjoyed a glass of pinot grigio with dinner, which offered a sufficient buzz for a light weight, such as herself.

            upon heading over to the ladies room to powder her nose, she’s intercepted by a tall gentleman. despite feeling startled in the moment, the female obliges to commands. swiftly latching onto muscular arm, as expression remains relaxed to avoid causing a scene. ‘you work for my father.’ spoken softly while leaning into him. the sole reason behind putting 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 in stranger. ‘are we in danger?’ briefly glancing back at friends, concern washing over her.

#pistolism #╰ ✩. writing prompts ╱ answered. #i love you and ALREADY love them ! ❤️

[fakedsciences-a]

@pistolism // pierce

"We'll need you to sign some papers. It's all very standard procedure — protecting ourselves, protecting you."

It's hard to imagine criminals against humanity appropriately lawyering up, but there are people, in this world, willing to work for people like him.

"Nothing like I'm sure you had to sign for the state."

#pierce m. #richard. #pierce richard 1. #pistolism

[notladylikes]

addison is at a loss for words, being escorted out of the building with a pair of handcuffs confining her wrists. tears stream down her cheeks and she’s shielding her eyes from the constant flash of photobulbs as photographers take her picture. this is a nightmare reincarnated. 

she’s been down on heor luck lately, but she wasn’t expecting something of this caliber to kick her in the teeth when she was down and out. sitting in a small room, she awaits anyone to come and explain to her what was going on, because she was at a loss for words and her head was still spinning from everything that was thrown at her previously.

a man walks in, slender with light colored hair and a small smile. she doesn’t look up immediately, but he comes and sits in front of her, reaches out to put a hand on her own. this causes her to glance up and finally see him face to face.

“i’m malcolm, your public defender. i’m here to help you.”

who knew that this man would change the course of her entire life in a matter of months. the trials went on for what felt like ages, but he was always at her side no matter what. and the final day when things seemed to be taking a turn for the worse, he held her hand as they called out the verdict.

not guilty.

she threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder. he had become the most important person to her, when everyone else seemingly abandoned her. @pistolism was without a doubt her best friend, whether he liked it or not. and she was going to do whatever she could to help him get his life on track - if she was given the chance to repay the favor. 

#headcanon. addison elise mayers. #dyn. malcolm adler. #pistolism #help i love them?????? #protect these beebs.

[jupiter3-moved-2]

@pistolism

"dude, have you been ignoring me?" hands on her hips, houston feels small, but still combative: "you haven't come to the diner in forever."

#for silas! #* t. houston. #pistolism #pistolism: houston: 001. #starter.

[murkyhazed]

@pistolism liked for bilbo baggins to thorin oakenshield.

               ❝   i   know   that   you   think   i’m   incapable.      and   i   UNDERSTAND,   i’m   not   exactly   a   warrior   like   you   lot.      i’m   a   hobbit,   used   to   sitting   in   my   home,   tending   to   my   garden   and   having   my   tea…      doesn’t   make   much   sense   for   me   to   be   out   here,   does   it?   ❞      those   assumptions   aside,   bilbo   was   MORE   than   meets   the   eye.      he   BELIEVES   in   this   quest,   he   knows   he   would   be   lost   without   his   home   in   bag   end.      to   think   these   dwarves   had   been   without   their   home   for   so   many   years?      why   it   shattered   his   heart.      ❝   i   may   seem   like   just   a   nuisance,   but   i   PROMISE…      even   if   it   means   my   death   i   will   fight   for   your   right   to   reclaim   your   homeland.      whatever   it   takes,   whatever   i   must   do,   i   WILL.   ❞

#pistolism #* &. bilbo baggins. #i love my boys

[vihilum]

KATE BISHOP & JASON TODD. ( feat. @pistolism​ }

first meeting: pallid eyes by emily jane white.  getting to know each other: whiplash by metallica. (this song totally fucks.) escorting them back home: coffee by beabadoobee.  longing: hello kitty by jazmin bean. going to a party together: daytona sand by orville peck. defending them in a fight: loading zones by kurt vile. confessing their feelings: outside sublime by westerman. (i’ll always be your champion.) sharing a romantic moment: gun-shy by grizzly bear. a tragic turning point: play this when i’m gone by mgk. (i’m gonna kms) heated argument: the chauffeur by warpaint.  goodbyes: cardigan by taylor swift. (WOW!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!) change of minds: crystalica by lueur verte. the final battle: our house by crosby, stills, nash, & young. reunion: don’t want you to love me by talker. (i went to college w talker, i ❤️ them) happy ending: loose ends by diiv. 

SEND ⚜ FOR A RANDOMIZED PLAYLIST OF OUR MUSES

#muse: kate bishop. #pistolism #dynamic: kate x jay. #the relevance of some of these is deeply unsettling #spotify really said i know these two! and went for our throats! #i hope you vibe w these honeybee!!

[withinthesebones]

@pistolism sent “are you stalking me or something?” for yelena & jason.

“stalking you?” the statement is almost laughable, and yelena has to laugh, an uproarious sound. “no! i promise, we are only in the same places at the exact same time by chance! it’s a coincidence, i assure you. but this sandwich place... delicious, yeah? their sauce is to die for.”

#she could absolutely be lying for all i know #i: yelena #i: yelena & jason #pistolism

[gask1ll]

"keep it. it looks better on you." / @pistolism

Normally she would have asked before taking someone else's clothing, but her shawl and blouse had gotten SOAKED when she was caught in the rain. It just happened to be that Arthur's belongings were were close by, AND THEY WERE CLOTHES THAT SHE FELT COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO TAKE. So she slips on one of his shirts, the red one that she was fond of him in, tucking the extra length, and puts on a jacket that he had left lying on his bed.

And didn't her cheeks just FLUSH pink when Arthur came back from whatever mission the camp elders had sent him on and she was still wearing his shirt. When questioned, there was a swift apology; a bumbling Mary-Beth avoiding his eyes. But then he throws the compliment her way. THE PINK OF HER CHEEKS COULD NOT HELP BUT TO GROW DEEPER.

“ I think I'll just keep it until my clothes are dry, ” she says, a soft smile growing as she speaks, “ 'Cause I enjoy the sight of you in this shirt a bit more. ”

#pistolism #III.

[dsrtrosearchived]

it  hasn’t  been  more  than  a  few  hours  spent  riding  out  &  about  in  open  plains;  once  vast  fields  had  turned  to  a  more  lacking  scenery,  eliza  requested  a  stop  in  their  journey  so  she  could  join  arthur  on  his  horse.  (less  of  a  request  &  more  of  a  demand.)  there  isn’t  even  an  excuse  besides  the  fact  that  she  simply  wanted  him  to  guide  the  way.  currently,  she  resides  seated  behind  him  with  her  arms  wrapped  loosely  around  his  torso  as  she  eyes  unfamiliar  territory.  eliza  doesn’t  recognize  these  trees,  this  skyline,  or  any  of  the  folks  passing  them  along  the  trail.  so...  in  truth,  she  didn’t  pay  attention  when  arthur  said  where  they  were  going  (did  he  actually  say  it  aloud,  or  did  she  just  trust  him  with  blind  faith?)  -  she  simply  tagged  along  without  question  because  she  knew  she  was  welcome.  that,  and  if  she’s  along  with  him  for  any  ride,  there’s  less  of  a  chance  of  him  getting  killed  all  alone.

“how  much  longer  ‘til  we’re  there?”       she  whines,  forehead  coming  to  rest  between  his  shoulderblades  as  she  holds  tighter  around  arthur’s  torso  -  reminding  him  that  she’s  still  here,  clutching  the  reigns  of  her  horse  who  trots  beside  them.  (as  if  it’s  hard  to  miss  the  presence  of  eliza.)       “i’m  hungry.”        /        @pistolism  🧡 

#pistolism #* ARC II. #* WRITING. #:)))))))

[withbeastsarc]

@pistolism​​ liked x. 

          these games remind her of a different time.  something a little shinier,  a little more colorful,  words and advertisements a little bit more in your face and bubbly.  just like back then,  she was still garbage at them.  

         she hits the machine so hard the there is a small dent left there;  the curse that follows is just as biting.  a moment to regain her cool composure.  “  well.  better luck next time.  “  as though she hadn’t had a full meltdown at losing. 

#for lydia! #AMELIA; ALL BITE. #STARTER. #PISTOLISM001. #pistolism #if it doesnt work tho lmk

[vanwiinkle]

   ❝ JUST POOR PEOPLE, that’s all we were. ❞ are ? it was hard to tell, if john had to be honest. sure, they lived off the land and did what they could, but they could always AFFORD things wherever they went. the young man gave a shrug, sitting back on the soft grass as he stared out in the distance,  ❝ tryin’ to make a living out of black land and dirt. ❞ there’s a small, content smile as he lays back, taking in the light breeze,  ❝ wouldn’t trade it for anythin’ in the world. feels nice to be free, right ? ❞

                   ( @pistolism​​​​ , go to the light . )  

#pistolism #( 𝐈'𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . / MOST OF THEM BAD . ) #for a/rthur !!

[yourfavoritehouseplant]

"Culinary students will literally have a spaghetti due at 8" "Art students will literally turn in some shapes at the end of the week" Well I have 40 insects due next month. If you even care.

#would it be funny if I tagged this as women in stem #I love when the entomology course I take for fun turns around and shoots me directly in the face with a pistol #entomology #women in stem

[notladylikes]

'let’s take a hike!’ he said. ‘it’ll help clear your mind,’ he said. and well, that part was true. her sour demeanor had lightened some in the absence of other human beings, noise constantly cluttering her brain and causing a riot in the depths of her mind. her thoughts have been harried by one too many misguided acts lately. flashes of things she can’t recall. her heart skips a beat just at the notion.

they’re standing in the middle of the forest when the fog starts to roll in, coming down from the mountains and blanketing the ground in a thick and heavy layer. karolina points over to an abandoned cabin, there’s no way they’re gonna make it out of the forest in this kind of natural hazard. wyatt rams the locked door with his shoulder, and she smirks. 

“promise i won’t tell anyone ‘bout the breaking and entering.” 

@pistolism rolls his eyes and gestures for her to walk inside. they’re barely in there for a few minutes before sounds start coming from the outside. the windows are of no use - just brief shadows in the fog before the sound of a banging on the door follows. but...it’s not a human. she peers out the tiny window on the door and a gasp leaves her lips. it’s something...else. 

“uh, wyatt? we got ourselves a visitor, an’ i don’t...dude you really just gotta come look for yourself.” 

#threads. karolina jade mathison. #dyn. wyatt price. #pistolism #i'm sorry i'm wordy as fuck. #you don't have to respond in kind length wise.

[foone]

Given how wizards are themed around higher education, with their universities and ivory towers, I wanna see more fiction that goes into their published papers.

Like, there should be massive drama in the Wizarding world about how Fantasy Wikipedia says "There's no consensus about the origins of skydoves" when in fact, there very much is, everyone knows they were created in the first or second dragon wars, and that's uncontroversial. One single wizard at the University of Towers who thinks they're an offshoot of mermaids DOES NOT MEAN IT'S AN OPEN ISSUE.

Papers that are rebuttals to other magical discoveries. Like, look, that spell just won't work, and you can't call it a "theoretical exercise" just to cover up the fact that you've not been able to cast it. You can't combine Ichthyomancy with completely unrelated elemental summonings, that's just not how magic works, in all due respect.

Thesis defense would be significantly scarier when all your reviewers can cast Everburning Fireball on your ass.

Learning Theoretical Evocation from a hungover lizardman TA at 8am, because the professor for this course has been off on the Elemental Plane of Circles for half the semester trying to finish her paper on how Centaurs predate horses rather than the other way around.

Speaking of which, the life of a wizard graduate student... You keep getting called to go on "quests" which are just overgrown research expeditions to help out some professor's project. You spent nearly a month in that damp castle capturing all the spinfrogs you could find, all to help your professor's project on the possibilities of concentrated soul essences. To this day, you still get dizzy whenever you see battlements, let alone a donjon.

#my writing #One hundred and one magical pistols

[vihilum]

The story bound and written, tucked under his pit, was incentive for the trek made. It had been years since he paid the other a visit. Though the distance between the Shire and Gondor had kept them apart, Frodo had still written the eternal King many, many letters. But when it came down to share their tale, he kept the journey on horseback a secret.

He would understand if Aragorn was too busy to see him. He would wait. After all this time, Frodo had nothing but it saved up for the former ranger. But there’d been no wait. 

@pistolism said, “I don’t think we’re done with each other yet, do you?” 

Though unexpected, the greeting was met with wide open arms, an embrace he irresistibly leapt into, the smile impossible to wipe from his face.

“It was to be I that surprised you, not the other way around!” The nudge to Aragorn’s side was gentle as they traversed up the path, “Yours is a face I’ve missed. Feels like it’s only been weeks since I saw you last.” The memories that seared along with the sight of this place - how it thrived and grew in the presence of the new king, but Frodo could still see the ghosts’ auras linger.

“The city continues to prosper in your stead,” his gaze flickered towards Aragorn’s once they reached the halls of the palace, the heavy doors falling shut behind them, “Are you well?”

#threads: frodo baggins. #pistolism #dynamic: frodo x aragorn. #i'm grinning ear to ear <3