SPEEDY.

“ don’t YOU ever get tired of robbing banks? ever considered a better hobby? ”

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     ❛  what other hobby makes me as rich as this? ❜

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“Feel better?” - lisa

assorted angst   /   @wcrldsfinest   /   always accepting!

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❛  much.  ❜  brushing a loose tendril from her face, darling settles back, surveying the number she’s done on the man who’d been heckling them. she’d dealt with her fair fuckin’ share of perverts back in new york, when she’d still been on stage — but she didn’t have to now. oh, no, she cut her own checks these days. wiping at the side of her mouth, where he’d tried in vain to lash out — darling’s lips curve into a saccharine smile. the pads of her fingers come away with crimson smudges, to which she lands one last kick to the man’s prone side in retaliation.  ❛  although he smudged my lipstick, didn’t he?  ❜

 

@deathcheatcd ♡’d

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          ❛  don’t you ever get TIRED of playing hero?  ❜

 
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          Her back makes such sudden IMPACT against the ground that the breath is knocked entirely out of her, lungs rattling as she gasps for it.  Shock lances through her body and across her mind so fleetingly, it hardly registers ; it’s more of a physical reaction, her mind finished reeling long before she wipes at her bloodied mouth, hands emptied of her purse  —  not that the contents in it hadn’t been previously stolen, but still.  And there she’d been, abiding by the law.  That’ll teach her.

          She’d heard footfalls echoing a few paces behind her, but she’s only human, and in a world like this one, that’s damning enough in and of itself.  So naturally, she’d missed the arm rearing back as she’d turned around to confront her stalker a second too late, the crowbar CRACKING against her jaw as a result.  Even as she props herself up soon after, jaw burning dully, Darling knows her perpetrator is long gone.  Shame.  She doesn’t keep her gun in her purse, but it’s too late to draw it.  All her funds  —  gone.  She leans her back against the nearest brick wall, reasoning this is no worse than Gotham.  She would have been dead in a ditch if she were ever this careless there.   ❝  —  Fuck.  ❞   /   @greenarrxw.

 

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sugar sweet

independent
DARLING
of edgar wright's
baby driver
est. june 28, 2017.
written by paris.

when it's so deep

if you make my buddy
see RED, you'll see
nothing but BLACK.

deep inside of me

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