Arondir Is The Elfiest Elf To Ever Elf.

arondir is the elfiest elf to ever elf.

I love that Regret Me sounds like Fleetwood Mac. And Riley sounds so good.

BUT WHY ARE THE LYRICS DIFFERENT. THEY DIDN’T EVEN INCLUDE THE BEST LINE.

LIKE THE LYRICS ARE RIGHT THERE, ON PAPER. WHY DID THEY CHANGE IT SO DRASTICALLY.

i understand they had to change and adapt some things, but they seriously took out the best line. and they made the song less serious. it’s supposed to be daisy’s silver springs moment.

*opens safari*

*clicks on the ao3 tab*

Selfish | Frank Castle

Summary : The two of you are a beautiful tragedy of selfish and selfless, the line blurring between each. You knew it was selfish of you to want him to hold you while you die, but you never really cared about being selfish.

Warnings : violence, character death, gore, blood, angst, harsh language, and other heavy topics

Pairings : frank castle x reader

Frank Castle quickly became a frequent part of your life, his smile and laugh replaying in your head like a broken record. Over and over it’s all you can see and hear, he is the only person that begins to matter. So as you’re pushed out of the red van, a bag over your head blinding you from the world, you see him. His smile, big and sweet, it makes you forget the dire situation you are in. In the moment you are grateful that he is the last thing you’ll see before you die, even if that smile of his is simply a memory. Although the more selfish part of your brain begs to hold his face between your hands one last time, and because he is the most selfless man you know he would simply let you and bask in the warmth of your hands but it would break him. And that would be okay, because you are selfish.

The bliss of oblivion shatters, as the black bag is harshly pulled off of your head. The blinding light of the sun burns your eyes, and it takes a moment to adjust to the new surroundings. But it doesn’t take you long to lock eyes with the one man you care for so deeply, though he is not smiling and his eyes are a sea of unspoken words. It’s clear to you now more than ever that you are the worst thing that could have ever happened to him, because the gun pressed against your head will eventually fire. And you’ll die, your name will become a name that Frank never wants to speak or hear. And your memory will become another one of his reason for killing, and you hate yourself for doing that to him.

But you are selfish, and cruel. So you run, your feet going faster than they ever have before and you’re almost there. Frank is right in front of you, a single foot away but a gunshot rings throughout the desolate air. The fire. For a second you don’t feel it so you move towards his open arms, a smile on your bloody face. It doesn’t take long for you both to be on the concrete, his mind working over the damage trying to find some sort of solution to this shitty problem. One hand presses harshly on the bullet wound, and the other holds you close to his body.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart you keep your goddamn eyes open, yeah?” The waver in his voice gives him away, he’s terrified.

The adrenaline is the only thing keeping you from slipping away, and the minute it wears off is the minute you are gone. Frank knows it, and you know it. You smile, and lift your hands up to hold his face. Blood smearing across his stubbled cheeks, and you want to tell him how much you love him. but you are selfish and dying.

“I don’t want to die Frank, I really don’t want to die” at this point you’re frantic, and holding on to the last little bit of life you have left.

“I know baby, so that means you gotta keep those beautiful eyes open, you hear me? You keep them open, and you keep fighting Y/N” he’s frantic because he knows what happens after this. And the mended messy cracks in his heart start to break like glass.

You lay in his arms, as the blood selfishly sticks to your skin and his. He leans down, his breath warming your cold body as he rests his head against yours. He doesn’t leave, he stays in that position until your eyes can no longer see and the blood dries. The selfish and the selfless lay entangled in a mess of tragedy, one is now a memory and the other a monster.

we know each other as intimately as lovers yet after this year we will move to different states and forget to call to check in. until we are so far out of reach that we can’t even remember who we needed to call in the first place.

tony: *holds up father’s day card* thank you so much for the card morgan!

morgan: daddy that’s not from me

peter: ...

tony: ...