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Confession: I don’t really ship Sebastian and Joseph very much.

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this can’t be real // 2.1.2017

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Javier Bardem, 1992.

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PALE GIRL.

@castellancs || arranged nightmares

Her hands were plastered in blood; stained blanched skin, tarnished her hospital clothes, smeared in a way that no amount of rubbing could disguise it. She could no longer differentiate between her blood and the blood of others. She rubbed at her eyes. The stench wove itself near-tangible and rocked her stomach—it reminded her of what she was and what she could do. She rubbed at her eyes again.

This plane was INFERNAL. She preferred the tick of machines and the smell of bleach to whatever unholy fabrication this was. Blind eyes motioned vacantly, and it was only as the lab rat rubbed them a third time she became aware of the substance oozing with every blink. She didn’t know how she got here; nor did she remember anything beyond standing amidst debris and corpses (a product simply of her own need to survive). There had been pain. So much pain.

Maybe that’s why her eyes were bleeding. Something must have happened, and—but how ? WHY ? ? Her thoughts, like frayed string, would not come together. Blind eyes stared at hands they could not see. She did not know what to do, or where to go to escape this hell.

           THERE WAS NO ESCAPING THE BLOOD. It’s an ever present fixture in a constantly shifting environment: pools of it, rotting corpses, piles of meat and bone,  left half-rotting.  It disgusts him, this knowledge that he’s grown  ACCUSTOMED  to the smell of it now, the presence of it on his clothes and skin. Some of it is his own, but most of it is not, picked up during his excursion through this world. If he ever escapes ---------- if he  SURVIVES ---------- he isn’t altogether certain he’ll never  not  smell it.

He’s down to his last few bullets: four shotgun shells, six shots left in the handgun, and a handful of matches. He takes inventory when he stops to reload and finds himself wondering why it is he doesn’t just  GIVE UP.  It would be easier to lie down, but he can’t yet. Kidman is still around somewhere. Joseph is too. And that kid Leslie he looked to be in a lot of trouble too. What kind of friend would he be to give up now when they could be in trouble?

Movement  catches his eye. The pistol is lifted, trained in the direction he’d seen it in, but then he pauses. There’s a girl, stumbling about, but not like those creatures he’s been firing at this whole time. Frightened, confused little thing,  pale as ivory  and covered in blood. He lowers the gun moving toward her slowly.

“ Hey!  Are you alright? ”

[castellancs-blog]

❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞ [ there it is 8') ]

↳ I’ve never seen Seven Psychopaths tbh // @poorlittlejoseph // accepting

          THE STATEMENT COMES WITHOUT PROMPTING,  is such a surprise that it takes Sebastian several seconds to fully process it. He comes to a  pause  right in the middle of the corridor, and turns to look at him.  Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend?  But he  has  been a good friend. Hell, he’s been probably the only person Sebastian could rely on since everything happened. The only person he could call a friend.

( He still remembers standing over Lily’s grave, long after the last of the attendees had left, long after he’d run out of cigarettes. Joseph a silent companion by his side ------------- clearly trying to decide if he wanted to coax Sebastian into the car, or let him linger as long as he needed. He remembers crying later, breaking down after trying so hard to  stay strong  for Myra. A second one after she disappeared. )

Sebastian stares him down like he’s trying to think of what to say -- and really, what does he say to that?  What reassurance can he give?  He’s grateful for everything, more than he can express. He should have shown that better, before they got stuck in this mess.

❝-------------You’re a  good man,  Joseph.❞   He says finally.   ❝We’re going to get out of here.❞

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❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞ [Hi~! thanks for the follow!]

↳ I’ve never seen Seven Psychopaths tbh // @heelsxtoxthexthroat // accepting

          HE CAN’T REMEMBER EVER SEEING HER SO STRESSED.  She isn’t like the other rookies they get, who inevitably find one thing or another to make them freak out the first week. Not her ------ she had proceeded into the job with an almost eerie sense of calm. It surprises and  unsettles him  more to see her now, actually rattled by something. Lifting his gaze to look at her, Sebastian settles for what he hopes is a less confused and more stern expression.

The warning is unspoken:  settle down  or  don’t talk to your superior that way ------- whichever she prefers.

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❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞ LEAVES THIS AND MOONWALKS OUT :')

SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS

     An instinctual ‘It’s okay’ lingered on the tip of his tongue.

It’s okay for turning to alcohol instead of your friend. It’s okay for putting your job in jeopardy. It’s okay for abandoning every moral you ever stood for. It’s okay for shutting me out of your life… 

    No. No, it wasn’t okay. Nothing about this was okay. Joseph was angry. He should’ve yelled, argued, fought with Sebastian over this, but the truth was… He was tired. For months, he had done nothing but try to comfort his friend. Losing a child and then losing a wife was something Joseph could never imagine… Even the thought of his own family being ripped away from him left him hollow. How far could his comfort really go? What were words when your entire life was in shambles? 

    Joseph didn’t give up. Jesus, this was Sebastian. His best friend. He would never leave him out in the cold. But the more Joseph opened up, the colder Sebastian became, shutting away the KCPD, Joseph, and even himself. He, instead, found his comfort at the bottom of a bottle. 

    And now… finally an apology fell from his lips. Months ago, Joseph would’ve accepted it, told Sebastian everything was fine and if he needed further support he was there. 

                    ‘It’s okay,’ he would have said. 

    “You haven’t.” Joseph removed his glasses, rubbed at the crease between his eyes. “Seb, I know I have no right to dictate what you should do and how you should do it, but… this path you’re heading down… I don’t— Jesus, I just don’t want to find a file on my desk with your name on it.” 

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SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ What the hell happened? ❞

❝ I set the car on fire. ❞

❝ You’re gorgeous. ❞

❝ It’s their blood. ❞

❝ Where are your guns? ❞

❝ You’re better than me. ❞

❝ Put your hands up! ❞

❝ You’re fucked from birth. ❞

❝ Are you pissed at me, baby? ❞

❝ Why would I be pissed at you? ❞

❝ Of course we’re friends.❞ 

❝ Come with me. Please. ❞

❝ I wanna jump inside your pants. ❞

❝ Are you looking at something? ❞ 

❝ Why did you kill all of those people? ❞

❝ What’s with your sour fucking puss? ❞

❝ Are we gonna have a peyote party? ❞

❝ Friends don’t make their friends die. ❞

❝ Are you nervous because we’re killing a chick? ❞

❝ I’m going to be over to kill you on Tuesday. ❞

❝ Maybe the world just doesn’t understand you. ❞

❝ Poodles always look like they’ve been crying. ❞

❝ We all gotta dream, don’t we? ❞

❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞

❝ Fuck the cops! Fuck them! ❞ 

❝ You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball? ❞

❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say I never do anything for you. ❞

❝ Seriously, just fuck off! I’m not in the fucking mood! ❞

❝ I stabbed a guy in the ear once. Ice pick, right in his fucking ear. ❞

❝ You think I’m not serious just because I carry a rabbit? ❞

❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞

❝ You’ve eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, [ name. ]❞

❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ 

❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞

❝ Sometimes I think God’s gone crazy. ❞

❝ No shoot-outs, no pay-outs. Just human beings talking. ❞

❝ You might want to stop drinking if this is how you’re gonna behave. ❞

❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it?  ❞

❝ When are you gonna get a job that’s not just stealing from people? ❞

❝ This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come psycho-kill us! ❞

❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞

❝ I didn’t mean to break his nose. His nose was just in the middle of where I was punching. ❞

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Just another manic munday~~ (whoa-oo-oh~~)

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threads that give your character a chance to grow as a person 👌👌

threads that challenge the estabilished state of your muse’s mind 👌👌👌

threads that divert from your usual standard in a provocative way 👌👌👌👌👌

[castellancs-blog]

Tomorrow’s goals: 1. Make more than like 15 icons ffs 2. Actually finish my verses/links/etc because shit tho 3. Write up some headcanons???? Maybe?????

Anyway I gotta head to bed because I have class tomorrow morning.

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poorlittlejoseph a réagi à votre billet : ❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they...

SAW THIS COMING…. and yet…… it still h u r ts…… how dare u

FINGER GUNS @ AND MOONWALKS OUT OF THE ROOM

[castellancs-blog]

Me: I like dark and serious plots and I’m down to write GROSS SHIT Also me: AU where Sebastian and Ruvik are whacky roommates and Seb hates everything about it

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❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞

↳ HEY IM GRUMP, IM NOT SO GRUMPPPP // @poorlittlejoseph // accepting

          IT’S ON THE TIP OF HIS TONGUE TO ARGUE,  mouth already parted to fire back —– but what could he say?  How dare you give a shit?  How dare you worry about me?  How dare you be my friend?  His head aches in combination of his dwindling hangover and the memory of a fist hitting him square in the jaw, and he reaches up to press a finger into the swelling skin.

( He forgets, frequently, that he doesn’t exist in a vacuum ———- that there are people who notice the things he often doesn’t notice himself. That the ripples of his  self-loathing  still manage to extend outward farther than he realizes. )

Sebastian exhales a breath and looks away.  “ Yeah —- sure. ”

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❝ Get in the tub with me, daddy. ❞ 👀

↳ HEY IM GRUMP, IM NOT SO GRUMPPPP // @rubvik // accepting

               there are plenty of things  he’s willing to just sort of brush off and go about his merry fucking way with. the inevitable pounding headaches he gets in the morning?  check. joseph’s judgmental looks when he’s  clearly  hungover?  check. getting shown up by a rookie detective on the job?  check. waking up in the morning to find  ruvik in his bathtub  when all he wants to do is take a piss?

he stares at the man in his cramped tub, water overflowing onto the cheap linoleum, then  very slowly  closes the door.

he’s quitting his job and moving to antarctica.