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the christiansen family definitely owns a bougie-ass stroller that costs more than the rent on most people's apartments bc they would
Two sides of Joseph Christiansen. Whatever you think of him, he’s a good dad, ok.
Also I don’t consider the ‘secret cult ending’ to be canon because come on. That’s just. Dumb. But if YOU do (I dun judge) then his third side would be killing ppl and being a demon. But seriously. A demon? Come on. As if it’s not enough for him to be a closeted homosexual who is afraid to divorce his wife because of what would people think and oh, he is also a youth minister and his father was the “real fire and brimstone type” which is probably where all his problems stem from. But no, let’s reduce him to just being a stupid demon. Rant over.
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❝ you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. ❞
his head is hung low , eyes trained intently on one particular stain upon the worn , old rug beneath his feet . it's rugged and rough , long past it's prime , not unlike the man who owns it . he wonders if that's the reason the other man can't bring himself to throw it out , or if it simply doesn't occur to him that it ought to be replaced .
his words hit a little too close to home , like pinprick daggers right to the gut , and he feels the corners of his lips pull downward in a pronounced frown . he doesn't say anything , at least not at first . long fingers pull his polo over his head , the stench of sweat and sex and booze still embedded in every fiber . spotted stains from spilled drinks dot his collar . he wonders if he has a spare shirt in his car , or if it would even be worth it —— after all , mary made it quite clear she knew exactly where he was going .
he could fire back with his own assessment of robert , of his own selfishness and determination to run from his problems . his HYPOCRISY at holding others to a standard or morality he's unable to meet himself . but if he did , he'd be no better ; there are few sins worse than adultery .
❛❛ if that's really how you feel —— ❜❜ he stands , khakis wrinkled and rumpled , and fastens the buttons of his polo without meeting his eyes . ( he has to button it all the way to the top to hide the dark , angry marks mottled over his neck . ) ❛❛ —— then maybe we shouldn't do this anymore . that's what you WANT , isn't it ? ❜❜ his voice is even , but there's the barest hint of a bite to it .
❛❛ don't waste your time showing me out . i know where the door is . ❜❜ without another word , or a second glance , he gathers the rest of his things . he feels the shame creeping up his spine as the door swings closed behind him .
a heavy sigh shudders out of him as he slips into the driver's seat . he deflates , forehead pressed against the worn leather of his steering wheel . now that he's alone , he realizes how sore every inch of his body is . he can feel fresh bruises along his hips , his thighs , his ass . and he knows robert was DELIBERATE with it .
robert's sweater is still crumpled up in the passenger's seat , and he goes instinctively to wring it between his hands . the fabric is soft and warm , and in spite of everything , he finds himself bending forward to sniff the fabric .
he has no intention of giving it back . / meme !
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❝ you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable. ❞
' tell me you love this . tell me you're not miserable . '
the words rattle around his ribcage , chest constricting with the w e i g h t of them . can he say them , in truth ? ( LYING is a mortal sin , after all . ) can he be happy with this , even if it isn't what his heart desires ? he LOVES his children . he loves his job . he loves his WIFE , too , even if he knows , deep down , that he doesn't love her the way that he SHOULD . it should be enough , but he knows deep down it isn't .
❛❛ there are times in our lives where we have to do what's best for OTHERS , not just ourselves . ❜❜ it's not an answer ; he can only hope it's enough adjacent to one to appease him . he doesn't think he can take it otherwise . doesn't think he can withstand the probing questions , the far too astute observations .
maybe if he knew him a little less , maybe if he didn't care for him so much ——
there's another version of him , he thinks , that might have let this continue . that might have been able to stomach the thought of it , unfair as it would be to him . it wouldn't be the FIRST time he'd felt the twisting , aching guilt of an affair , and it had certainly never stopped him before .
❛❛ i love my family . i have to do what's right for them . ❜❜ / meme !
richard siken sentence starters.
quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush. feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.
❝ tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ❞
❝ tell me we’ll never get used to it. ❞
❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞
❝ i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. ❞
❝ i want it back now, baby. i want it back. ❞
❝ i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious. ❞
❝ that’s a nice touch. ❞
❝ i like him and i want to be like him. ❞
❝ i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart. ❞
❝ history repeats itself. ❞
❝ there are many names in history, but none of them are ours. ❞
❝ you could drown in those eyes. ❞
❝ but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills. ❞
❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ❞
❝ i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time. ❞
❝ you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable. ❞
❝ there is no way to make this story interesting. ❞
❝ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something. ❞
❝ tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more. ❞
❝ you will be alone always and then you will die. ❞
❝ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing. ❞
❝ who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down. ❞
❝ i take it back. ❞
❝ here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. ❞
❝ you still get to be the hero. ❞
❝ what more do you want? ❞
❝ love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying. ❞
❝ no one will ever want to sleep with you. ❞
❝ you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you. ❞
❝ you had not expected this. ❞
❝ walk a mile in my shoes. ❞
❝ a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. ❞
❝ you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. ❞
❝ hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you. ❞
❝ that sounds overly valorous. ❞
❝ do you love yourself? ❞
❝ i don’t have to answer that. ❞
❝ you wanted more. ❞
❝ i had a dream about you. ❞
❝ there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go. ❞
❝ in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. ❞
❝ will you love me even more when i’m dead? ❞
❝ you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. ❞
❝ i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead. ❞
❝ i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back. ❞
❝ you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to. ❞
❝ hello darling, welcome home. ❞
❝ please keep him safe. ❞
❝ i just don’t want to die anymore. ❞
❝ you want to die for love, you always have. ❞
❝ you didn’t think you’d feel this way. ❞
❝ you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything. ❞
❝ please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up. ❞
❝ you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too. ❞
❝ drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen. ❞
❝ we are not dirty. ❞
❝ you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing. ❞
❝ here is the sink to wash away the blood. ❞
❝ this is not harmless. you are not breathing. ❞
❝ i will come back from the dead for you. ❞
condoms don’t protect you from spiritually transmitted demons.
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❛❛ you believe in GHOSTS and VAMPIRES but you don’t really believe in yourself do you?? ❜❜
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a loud knock startles robert out of his sleep and he jolts, rolling off the couch and hitting the ground with a THUD. he groans, squints against the light, and tries to push away the pounding in his head. for a moment, he seriously considers ignoring the knock on the door. or slamming his head into the coffee table until he went unconscious. maybe that’d make the headache go away. or at least give him something else to worry about.
another knock and he groans again, pushing himself to his feet.
❛ jesus, i’m coming, i’m coming, ❜ he shouts. ❛ hold your fucking horses. ❜
the door swings open and robert opens his mouth, a harsh retort on the tip of his tongue. and then he gets a good look at the man standing in front of him. blonde hair. one blue eye, one grey. charming smile. 'good boy’ polo shirt and pressed khakis.
❛ holy fuck. ❜
he doesn't remember when THIS became his tradition , doesn't remember when ' joseph christiansen , the preacher's rebellious son ' became ' joseph christiansen , youth minister and block captain ' . somehow after a lifetime of struggling against this he's gotten swept up in the current of life , and without even realizing it , he's become his father .
well —— ALMOST . there are still a few aspects of his life that jonathan christiansen had never approved of , right up until the day he died . and a few more that joseph had done everything in his power to make sure his father NEVER knew about at all .
the pie he holds is warm in his hands , the sweet aroma of cinnamon and apples wafting up from the pastry , as he knocks firmly against the carved wood of his neighbor's door . then the door swings open to reveal a familiar chiseled face framed by SALT-AND-PEPPER hair , and for a split second , he feels the smile on his cheeks falter in shock . but only for a moment ; joseph is too PRACTICED at pretending to slip more than that .
❛❛ oh —— ! ❜❜ but the smile slips upwards , touches his eyes in an expression that borders on mischievous . ❛❛ well , if i'd known you were my new neighbor , i would have brought more than just a pie . ❜❜
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❛❛ some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, but i know it’s MY OWN DAMN FAULT. ❜❜
indie & private joseph christiansen of ddadds. written by breanna. est. 8/3/17. ( under heavy construction. )
You know what I really want? Joseph and Mary getting a divorce, but staying friends afterwards. I want Mary coming back to the house for family movie night and actually enjoying it. I want Joseph hiring a babysitter so he can go barhopping with Robert and Mary sometime. I want them to go on a family vacation, but sleep in seperate beds and split the bill at the end. I want them to take the kids out on the yacht, and when they aren’t wrangling the little boogers, talk about how their seperate lives are going.
They obviously enjoyed each other’s company at some point, considering that they got married in the first place, so why couldn’t they be that way again when they aren’t pressured by their relationship?
so i have no idea what i’m doing or who anyone is , does anyone feel like recommending me some people to follow ?
❛❛ some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but i know it's MY OWN DAMN FAULT. ❜❜
indie & private joseph christiansen of ddadds. written by breanna. est. 8/3/17. ( under heavy construction. )
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