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mumu indie blog penned by gray.

[angelslikeycu]

             hello  ,  friends  !  and  welcome  to  my  indie  blog  !  i’m  gray  ---  she/her,  25,  and  cst  .  please  ,  pull  up  a  chair  ,  pour  yourself  some  tea  ,  turn  on  some  netflix  for  that  much  needed  background  noise  ,  and  have  a  gander  at  what  i  have  to  offer  here  !

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[goodnightmemes]

TIKTOK SENTENCE STARTERS PART THREE

some of these are quotes from tiktok creators, and some are from various other forms of media that were popular audios/trends on tiktok

❛ Oh no. I look incredible. ❜

❛ It was just a goblin. ❜

❛ Wait! Do I have daddy issues?! ❜

❛ I crave the grave. ❜

❛ A healthy reminder - this bitch walked, she fucking strutted that runway mama. So that peppa could RUN! ❜

❛ Oh look, it’s anxiety! I shall put it with the REST OF MY COLLECTION! ❜

❛ Remember guys: if you don’t sin a little, Jesus died for nothing. ❜

❛ The birds work for the bourgeoisie. ❜

❛ You have been summoned to the house of vibes for your vibe check. How do you plead? ❜

❛ NOT A VIBE! ❜

❛ You have brought hateration and holleration into the dancery, and thus have failed the vibe check. ❜

❛ In general 69 is stupid and inefficient. You understand what I mean by that? A person’s gotta concentrate on their business. ❜

❛ My dad making my middle name Mario is worse than him trying to sell me. …I think my allegra kicked in. ❜

❛ I am not a ma’am. I am not a sir. What I am is several crows and ravens in a trench coat trying to sneak their way into a mcdonalds.  ❜

❛ I am 80% rage and 20% velveeta cheese. ❜

❛ You think you can hurt me? Baby, I am the fat sibling. I am the gay sibling. And most important of all: I am the mentally ill sibling. ❜

❛ So picture this: you’re a burglar, You’re going to break into my house. You turn the door handle, you open it up. There’s 40 freaking cats. What do you do? ❜

❛ Hey guys. So I had my first ever thought yesterday - I mean – ❜

❛ I am one more bad day away from running off into the woods and becoming a cryptid, just yelling at campers for food going *SCREECH* and running back into the woods. I feel like it would be more peaceful. ❜

❛ This weekend’s safety brief: Don’t add to the population. Don’t subtract from the population. Don’t end up in the hospital, newspaper, or jail. If you end up in jail, establish dominance quickly. Have a good weekend. ❜

❛ I’m trying to cite the fucking bible, and he said to cite it as a book, but I don’t know who’s the author. ❜

❛ If I can not woo a beautiful lady in the cat food aisle at petsmart, then where else am I to find love? ❜

❛ Bless you father for you have sneezed. ❜

❛ I think I accidentally walked onto the set of Survivor. ❜

❛ I sure hope Paul Walkers hot ghost doesn’t come out and haunt me. Wouldn’t want THAT to happen. ❜

❛ What in the Midsommar? ❜

❛ Somebody got McMad. ❜

❛ It is entirely possible that Rosa Parks has seen the first two Shrek movies! ❜

❛ Can we please not talk about cannibalism while we’re eating? ❜

❛ I’m doing an immense amount of drugs for a Saturday morning….Thursday! Fuck! ❜

❛ Oh my goodness! You’re right there! Pardon me. I’m under the influence. ❜

❛ It’s not bad, it just vaguely tastes like a felony. ❜

[angelslikeycu]

secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse. :~)))

✨             the truth will set you free, they say. the truth. will set. you. free. pursed lips line the rim of a wine glass while vera considers the idea of releasing it all. but she has to wonder if she wishes to do so for the sake of her own wants.. or simply because he is asking.

it makes her vision cloud over. a hazy fog coats over blue eyes as she stares at her blurred reflection in the glass door ahead. all the pain, all the shame --- the monster who haunts her nightmares. he is there now, grinning like a cheshire from over her shoulder in that foggy glass. and she knows he’s not real. but it all feels too real. she blinks as a single tear falls and she lets it.

“ i was.. only a child. ” her gaze drops to the burgundy liquid waiting in her wine glass. she wishes silently that she could drown in it. “ barely sixteen, even. and i.. i didn’t know any better. ”

it is how most horror stories begin, isn’t it ? the bright eyed girl with her whole life ahead of her, but only one misjudgment leads her astray. she never takes another sip of that wine, but it shudders in trembling hands as she speaks aloud the disastrous steps that led her here --- to this merciless, pitiful life.

splashes of red hit pale skin, and she watches it glide down her hands, her palms --- if only to avoid the hazel eyes that are boring into her. she feels so small, as if she is sixteen again and the world is wide open - but dark. and soon, it is not only her hands that shake but tiny tremors that move throughout her whole body as the story goes on and on..

the words pour out of her like a flood. an unrelenting tsunami of suffering. the story - her story - had been withheld for so many years now, to even lower her wall an inch suddenly meant it all came tumbling down. this freedom somehow felt a lot like ruin.

someone --- either he did or she, she’s not sure --- had the mind to remove the glass from the equation before it could shatter in her grasp, and she recognizes warmth has replaced it. and her swollen eyes finally regain focus, centering her in the present, and latching themselves onto the only other beating heart in the room.

“ i didn’t know any better. ” it comes out as a plea. the shame, the guilt. as if she is asking for forgiveness for something he never resented her for --- something he never even knew. but the expression behind those eyes gave nothing away. he was silent. and that was somehow worse.

“ i didn’t know any better. ”

[angelslikeycu]

do i dare.. come back ? 👀 that is the question, huh ?

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[angelslikeycu]

inexorcble​:

If her voice hadn’t sounded the way it did and the look on her face not so serious, David would have remained frozen. Instead, he nodded and reached down to withdraw the gun from the purse. When the cold metal was in his hands, he felt heavier. David didn’t even like firing guns in video games. His only fight with Carina had been about the violence that she involved herself in. His life was peaceful, although it was painfully boring most of the time. The gun had its own gravity. A poetic phrase he had read somewhere but the few moments that David held the gun felt infinitely long. He passed it off to her and wiped his palms on his pants.

Looking longingly at his humble little home and the food contained therein, David tried to focus and not give in to the rising panic that was counteracting her calm. He twisted in the seat and tried to figure out if the car was only of his three friends or the neighbors. He shook his head and returned his eyes to the front. He needed to not freak out on her. “No. It’s not yours and it’s not John’s. It could be a neighbor I guess but no one around here drives cars so nice.” He looked down at his hands, wondering if the gun had left some sort of residue or that he was permanently unclean now. “So what’re the chances that we’re about to be killed? And just be straight, I can write my will on my phone very quickly.” His attempt at humor felt desperate and stilted but he had to try. 

             another  growl  rumbles  low  in  her  throat.  there  was  no  easy  option.  they  could  run.  turn  the  car  around  and  drive  as  far  away  as  they  could  get,  but  they  could  be  followed  and  david’s  car  is  hardly  built  for  a  chase.  they  could  stay.  she  runs  the  risk  of  being  shot  down  on  sight,  leaving  her  friend  vulnerable  and  incapable  of  defending  himself.  but  if  they’ve  gone  to  such  trouble  to  stake  out  his  place,  carina  has  her  doubts  this  is  a  hit.  if  anything,  this  might  be  a  negotiation  of  sorts.  a  revenge  plot,  tit  for  tat.  do  this  and  your  friend  lives.  she  has  to  shake  the  thought  from  her  mind.  maybe  they  don’t  even  realize  this  is  not  her  home.  maybe  they  saw  her  vehicle  and  assumed  she  resided  here  and  this  was  all  set  up  to  trap  her.  david  might  not  be  a  part  of  the  equation  ---  except  he  most  definitely  is,  no  matter  what  choice  she  makes.  

             the  decision  is  forced  to  be  made  quickly  as  carina  pulls  the  car  over  in  front  of  his  home.  staying  meant  one  location  for  her  followers  to  track.  staying  meant  surrender,  in  a  sense,  and  they  might  be  more  welcoming  to  the  prospect  of  talking  before  shooting.  staying  meant  david  might  make  it  out  of  this  alive,  even  if  he  has  to  drive  away  without  her.  reaching  over  david’s  lap  to  snatch  her  purse,  she  pulls  out  a  burner  phone  and  dials  quickly  before  passing  it  onto  her  companion.  “  when  someone  answers,  give  them  our  location  and  hang  up.  if  no  one  answers,  keep  calling  until  they  do.  ”  as  she  says  this,  she  slides  the  car  keys  into  his  palm.  “  if  someone  approaches  the  car,  you  drive.  but  whatever  you  do  ---  stay  in  this  fucking  car.  ”

[angelslikeycu]

cauticn​:

            life was great & how she’s always wanted it be , deserved to have . simple & lowkey aways away from past that seemed to once haunt femme , content outside the chaos doors where she’d grown trapped in a lifestyle that to her default was the life given with no escape whatsoever . that is until she was able to chose own path of destiny , no longer to be controlled as anyones puppeteer , casted away in the shadows all to what was suppose to ‘ ensure ’ her safety but had only done more harm than good . rest of the other bloodline stood with outsider members , associated too deep & enjoyed crime ring they were attached to for as long as they could remember . finding it in her to alienate even if it meant cutting ties to rest of them involved . well almost that is . charles , ‘ charlie ’ , closet in kin had still made an effort to keep some sort of relationship checking in . whether it be through a note , anonymous message , or rarely a drop in , it was something even after all this time . though as time continued on , communication began decline to all of a sudden nonexistent . 

            presence at door takes her out of deep thought , opening to see unfamiliar face unsure of ‘ who ’ & ‘ what ’ this might be . name’s jogging blocked out memories , picture facial structure from back then comparing it to grown much fuller look thats altered by stache . ‘ amos , pleasure . ’ nod plus warm smile is given before his name is spoken . anxiety reigns down on her like a wave to the shore , looking at each end of apartment halls understanding that nothing was to good from unexpected visitor . petite frame presses against door , allowing room for sibling partner to step into safe space , shutting door quickly behind . ‘ this is about him isn’t it …  what’s going on , where is he ?  ━━  say something to me , anything . please . ’

             amos  had  not  anticipated  the  family  resemblance  ---  ophelia  greatly  favored  charlie,  though  her  features  were  obviously  more  delicate  and  she  stood  about  a  foot  shorter  than  her  brother  by  comparison.  even  so,  she  could  have  been  his  twin  and  perhaps  maybe  she  was  ---  he  never  thought  to  ask.  but  there  was  something  so  alarmingly  familiar  in  those  eyes,  amos  nearly  forgot  charlie  was  not  here  with  them.  another  wave  of  guilt  hit  him  as  he  stepped  into  the  apartment  building,  hands  clasped  tightly  together.

             the  questions  were  deserved.  no  one  wants  to  be  visited  by  a  horseman  without  their  loved  ones  in  tow.  but  amos  found  himself  briefly  overwhelmed  by  the  swell  of  panic  rising  in  her  tone.  he  had  not  even  delivered  the  final  blow  and  already,  he  felt  out  of  place.  and  terribly,  terribly  sorry  for  it  all.  charlie  never  spoke  much  about  ophelia,  and  amos  was  too  polite  to  pry.  whether  it  was  for  her  own  safety  or  out  of  his  own  want  for  privacy,  amos  did  not  know  and  he  did  not  care.  it  was  a  matter  of  respect.  clearly,  there  was  a  boundary  the  man  did  not  want  crossed  so  amos  simply  didn’t.  and  now,  he’s  stood  in  front  of  the  girl  with  only  dreadful  news  to  deliver  and  no  easy  way  to  deliver  it.  “  i’m  so  sorry,  ophelia,  ”  he  spoke  the  words  low,  just  above  a  whisper.  “  he’s  gone.  ”

[angelslikeycu]

mcrlinn​:

“What we were once proud of? A warehouse?” Amy asked, though she knew full well that wasn’t what he was referring to. She also knew that he’d given her the answer she’d been expecting. They couldn’t get rid of one of their safe houses but they might consider it now that he’d all but confirmed her own suspicions. Pushing herself up, Amy took an agonizingly slow time straightening out her skirt and taking a few steps in his direction, the look on her face still one of amusement lined with something smug. Almost as though she’d won something. Stepping in his direction, one small but steady step at a time, “Sounds to me like you’re living in the past, Rosenfeld. Keeping an artifact from 1916 around for what…the memories? You and I both know that warehouse is a danger, filled to the brim with scum and criminals. Am I wrong?” She challenged, making it abundantly clear to him that she knew who had taken up residence behind those doors.

             rhett  can  recognize  the  pattern.  she’s  like  a  feline,  skulking  and  playing  with  her  prey  ---  a  feat  she  no  doubt  learned  from  her  father,  but  she  made  it  look  so  much  better.  there  is  a  small  moment  where  he  almost  forgets  what  they’re  actually  doing  here.  “  i  have  no  interest  in  the  place  personally.  ”  he  raises  his  hands  in  surrender,  but  his  jaw  is  clenched  ---  fixed.  the  bait  didn’t  take.  “  but  i  think  you’ll  find  the  historical  society  quite  disagrees.  they  have  hopes  to  turn  it  into  a  museum  one  day  ---  fill  it  up  with  old  tools  and  weapons,  and  make  it  a  spectacle  that  can  bring  money  into  the  more  impoverished  zones.  ”  his  eyes  roll.  this  is  just  another  story  in  his  world  of  storybooks  ;  distract  with  one  hand,  work  magic  with  the  other.  “  but  between  you  and  me,  i  think  they  want  to  keep  it  as  a  beacon  ---  the  line  in  the  sand  separating  the  rich  from  the  poor.  that’s  why  they’re  fighting  to  keep  it.  ”

[myarmsaretoolong]

[spctlessminds]

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

[deathsirenarchive]

just an FYI if you ever like one of my wishlist things or plot ideas and want to do them with me feel free to come into my askbox and tell me you want to do it with me. I’ll love you forever probs because I want to do these things that’s why i reblog them. So yeah… just putting that out there.

[belalugosishreds]

[phoenixmemes]

❛     don’t  give  up  now  ,  there’s  already  so  much  at  stake.     ❜

❛     i’ll  rise  up  and  carry  us  all  the  way.     ❜

❛     i’m  right  with  you  …  just  hold  on.     ❜

❛     sometimes  i  think  that  i’m  gonna  go  insane.     ❜

❛     could  you  be  kind  and  let  me  in  ?     ❜

❛     that’s  all  you  could  ever  take  from  me.     ❜

❛     i’ve  got  nothing  to  lose  so  let  me  be.     ❜

❛     you’re  weak  inside  ,  i  knew  all  along.     ❜

❛     there’s  no  more  love  for  me  and  you.     ❜

❛     i  am  not  perfect  and  i  don’t  claim  to  be  and  if  that’s  what  you  wanted  ,  well  ,  then  i’m  so  sorry.     ❜

❛     i  wonder  if  the  things  i  did  were  just  to  be  different.     ❜

❛     there’s  nothing  ever  wrong  but  nothing’s  ever  right.     ❜

❛     i  know  i  crossed  the  line.     ❜

❛     i  do  not  know  you  anymore  ;  i  never  knew  you  anyway.     ❜

❛     but  could  i  ever  do  better  than  this  ?     ❜

❛     all  i  ever  wanted  was  a  place  to  call  my  home.     ❜

❛     well  ,  how  do  you  know  ,  can  you  read  minds  ?     ❜

❛     don’t  ask  questions  if  you  fear  the  answer.     ❜

❛     there’s  no  turning  back  now.     ❜

❛     i  just  wanted  to  tell  you  that  you’re  listening  to  a  dream.     ❜

❛     i  dare  you  to  tell  me.     ❜

❛     i’m  here  to  make  you  proud.     ❜

❛     shed  some  light  on  me  and  tell  me  something  that  i’ll  believe  in.     ❜

❛     bring  only  what  you  need  to  survive.     ❜

❛     you  don’t  know  how  it  feels  to  be  misunderstood.     ❜

❛     i  wanted  you  here  the  way  that  i  wanted  you  last  time.     ❜

❛     i  will  always  be  attached  to  you  but  i’m  never  gonna  feel  the  same.     ❜

❛     when  you  gonna  wake  up  and  fight  for  yourself  ?     ❜

❛     i’ve  done  the  best  i  can.     ❜

❛     i’m  not  angry  ,  i’m  just  saying  sometimes  goodbye  is  a  second  chance.     ❜

❛     it’s  4:03  and  i  can’t  sleep  without  you  next  to  me.     ❜

❛     i  don’t  regret  any  days  i  spent  ,  nights  we  shared  ,  or  letters  that  i  sent.     ❜

❛     the  only  thing  that  i  still  believe  in  is  you.     ❜

❛     don’t  tell  me  i’m  too  late  this  time.     ❜

❛     tell  me  it’s  over  ,  i  don’t  want  you  to  hurt.     ❜

❛     i’m  not  gonna  leave  you  behind.     ❜

❛     i  told  you  that  you’re  not  alone  and  i  show  you  this  is  where  you  belong.     ❜

❛     you  want  more  but  you’ll  get  nothing  from  me.     ❜

❛     let’s  be  honest  ,  your  promise  was  never  meant  to  last.     ❜

❛     there’s  nothing  left  for  us  here  now.     ❜

[lvannastark]

PSA — oliver jackson cohen is half arab/arab jewish (egyptian, to be a little more specific) and half white and should be played as such. i see a lot of RPH’s listing him as white, please do not erase his west asian/north african identity, thank u!

[angelslikeycu]

svnctifys​:

     𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐈𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄   𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍   𝐀   𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓,   griffith   not   even   sparing   the   ornate   card   so   much   as   a   glance   where   it   sits,   forgotten   on   the   couch.   he’s   got   the   world–   HIS   world   in   his   hands   and   he’s   never   been   more   terrified   of   his   own   unsteadiness   than   he   is   in   this   moment.   he   grew   up   with   the   trigger   of   a   deadly   rifle   cemented   to   his   finger,   no   target,   live   or   otherwise,   ever   out   of   reach.   he   knows   what   it’s   like   to   lie   under   the   weight   of   something   that   used   to   BE,   the   perfect   imitation   of   that   same   deathly   stillness   for   hours   on   end.   he’s   never   faced   a   target   too   difficult,   no   mission   that   couldn’t   be   finished–   even   after   the   explosion   had   turned   his   world   upside   down,   both   figuratively   and   literally,   and   yet   here   he   is.   left   feeling   like   even   the   slightest   of   errors,   a   minute   movement   just   wrong   enough,   could   cause   the   illusion   to   shatter.

he   holds   on   tight   with   two   hands   and   wonders   if   this   is   what   it’s   like   to   pray   to   a   god   you   could   never   believe   in.

     the   answer   to   her   question   comes   in   the   form   of   something   equally   as   unfair.   selfish   lips   chase   the   rouge   print   to   its   source,   trying   their   damndest   to   earn   what   they   never   deserved.   the   kiss   comes   gently,   in   stark   contrast   to   a   night   that   feels   like   several   lifetimes   ago   –   a   night   that   changed   everything,   lasting   just   long   enough   to   serve   as   yet   another   reminder   that   this   is   REAL.   the   crash   of   blue   waves,   the   dusting   of   pink   that’s   settled   over   the   cheekbones   he   continues   to   trace   with   his   thumb;   it’s   all   real.   and   even   then,   even   now,   he   has   his   doubts.   ‘   anything,   ’   he   breathes,   the   word   sounding   rough   in   the   thickness   of   his   accent.   he   shrugs   again,   any   effort   toward   eloquence   forgone.   ‘   everything.   ’

             everything,  he  says.  he  wants  to  know  everything.  vera  had  expected  the  impossible.  another  impossible  request  and  she  has  herself  to  blame  for  allowing  it.  specifics  had  never  exactly  been  their  strong  suit.  griffith’s  line  of  questioning  rarely  meant  he  wanted  an  answer.  NO,  he  wanted  confirmation  of  what  he  already  knew  ---  a  reason  to  draw  blood.  all  those  half-answers,  those  half-truths.  need  to  know  only  ---  and  yet  they  continued  to  goad  and  provoke  one  another  until  the  blood  drawn  was  their  OWN.  it  never  heeded  a  satisfying  result.  everything.  she  can  practically  watch  the  word  going  ‘round  in  circles  in  her  mind  as  she  tries  to  stifle  the  idea  that  she  could  tell  him  ----  everything.  but..  if  he  were  to  know  everything,  what  difference  would  it  make  now  ?  she  had  surrendered  to  the  idea  of  vengeance  in  one  moment  of  disparaging  weakness  and  it  resulted  in  nothing  but  her  own  dreadful,  neverending  spiral.  sure,  one  monster  was  down.  but  it  had  left  behind  something  even  darker,  lonelier,  and  had  she  simply  left  well  enough  alone..  she  might  have  never  found  herself  in  this  room,  in  this  moment,  in  these  hands.

             the  intention  behind  this  trip  had  been  nothing  more  than  a  breather.  she  needed  time,  she  needed  solitude,  she  needed  peace.  vera  had  spent  so  much  of  her  time  chasing  down  the  GUILT  and  the  dissatisfaction  as  if  it  would  soothe  the  burning  that  threatened  to  consume  her  from  the  inside  out.  she  bent  and  she  bent  and  she  bent,  and  she  snapped  ---  finally  some  relief.  “  i’m  leaving.  ”  the  truth  fell  from  her  lips  before  she  even  had  the  thought.  vera  tensed,  from  the  furrow  of  her  brow,  the  stiffness  of  her  neck,  all  the  way  down  to  the  fingertips  locked  around  his  hand.  she  had  not  spoken  it  aloud  yet.  she  had  not  told  anyone.  because  as  many  times  as  she  had  thought  it  over  (  and  the  moments  had  been  plentiful  )  ---  it  left  her  mind  as  swiftly  as  it  came.  but  she  knew  then.  something  had  fallen  into  place,  here  in  this  quiet,  vulnerable  moment.  perhaps  this  was  not  what  he  wanted  from  her  in  this  moment,  but  then  it  was  precisely  what  she  needed  to  say.  “  i’m  leaving,  ”  she  repeats,  more  to  herself  this  time  than  to  him.  “  i’ve  well  paid  my  dues  and..  ”  a  deep  breath.  “  it’s  done.  i’m  ready  for  it  to  be  over.  i’m  ready  for..  MORE.  ”

[angelslikeycu]

perfectdisastcr​:

She held the gun with contempt, anger boiling down to pure emotion, it’s raw form only directed back at the woman behind her as she had orchestrated it all, from the kidnapping, to the elusive saving, and then the grand finale as she nearly broke again. Dani was shaking, her aim rather poor, and yet, to even see Westley on the other side had her in tears, shaking her head back at his words, his attempt to ease her worries.

“I….I can’t.” For someone so emotionally stunted and a rather would-be cold person, Dani had most notably let tears fall without warning as she stared back at him. “This is sick! West…I…I can’t be the one responsible for your death! I can’t live with myself.” She tried as it felt like an eternity had passed and yet she only kept her finger on the trigger to keep her captor happy. She knew her time was running out, the fact that the woman was just a step away from shooting her if she herself didn’t shoot the man in front of her.

             a  swear  is  mumbled  under  his  breath  as  dani  refuses.  westley  did  not  have  a  fool-proof  plan  ;  there  was  no  easy  way  of  getting  out  of  this.  they  had  been  given  their  only  choices  and  both  led  to  their  own  misery.  it  was  an  impossible  thing  to  ask  of  her,  he  knew,  but  he  would  sooner  suffer  this  moment  than  to  lose  anymore  with  her.  and  time  was  running  out.  “  dani  ---  just  trust  me.  ”  the  words  are  spoken  through  half-gritted  teeth  as  he  remains  firmly  in  place  before  them.  he  deliberately  keeps  his  eyes  focused  on  dani,  once  again  trying  to  communicate  that  they  can  both  live  to  see  through  this  if  she  would  just  trust  him.  “  it’s  you  and  me,  alright  ?  ”  he  says,  nodding  his  conviction.  “  you’ve  gotta  do  this.  you  don’t  have  a  choice.  ”

[angelslikeycu]

stayliquid​:

               all robbie could do was blink a couple of times at her.  “ i’m sorry,  it’s a what? ”  a hand came up as if to tell her to hold on as he processed this.  “ i just thought it was for people who were obsessed with their pets and let the do whatever they want.  it’s a training technique? ”

             delaney  raises  her  shoulders  in  a  shrug  as  a  small  laugh  escapes  her.  “  i  mean,  i’m  pretty  sure  ---  yeah  !  if  they  had  free  range  of  a  treat  machine  24/7,  i’m  not  sure  it  would  be  a  very  healthy  thing  for  them,  y’know  ?  ”