WHERE DO ALL OF THOSE CHILDREN GO?

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎?

[fearfathered]

"and now that you've heard this, you should know that i check this spot every day, to see if this tape has been moved…so you better put it back, michael, as neatly as you can, and start running."

FEARFATHERED. headcanon/canon divergent willi.am aft.on. highly selective and low activity. by ant (she/they). sideblog to sorevivals

doc. memes.

[outxsourced]

SOMETHING VERY BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN EPISODE ONE: NEVER GET ON ONE KNEE

sentence starters from the first episode of netflix's something very bad is going to happen. adjust wording/pronouns as needed.

“Will you talk to me so I don’t fall asleep again?”

“What I didn’t expect is that when you lose a lot of blood, you can feel actually euphoric.”

“God, they were horrified by the sight of me.”

“Those people saved my life.”

“I’m gonna grab a lighter from the gas station. Do you want anything?”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“I don’t want to be torn open.”

“You got a sixth sense or something.”

“I think that’s weird. I…I don’t like it.”

“I don’t want haunted children.”

“You’re not haunted.”

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“Aren’t children just basically like a vessel for old people to pour their love into? Just to distract from the inevitable loneliness of aging.”

“I didn’t even know her.”

“That’s the secret to a healthy adulthood.”

“I think I read a New York Times article about it.”

“Should we, like, get married or something?”

“My family’s gonna love you.”

“Some kids kill their own parents.”

“Oh, but that’s bad luck.”

“I’m not getting any service.”

“Are you alone out here?”

“Are you stoned?”

“Are you sure he’s the one?”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“I hope I don’t have a concussion or something.”

“That’s fucking weird.”

“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!”

“It’s like you’ve been avoiding us on purpose.”

“Let me see the ring.”

“It’s a long story.”

“Did you know there’s something evil living in the woods?”

“You know what’s worse than being all alone in the woods? When you realize you’re actually not all alone.”

“Sorry you had to hear that story.”

“You don’t believe in it, right?”

“No. I definitely don’t believe in the human-skin-wearing monster from hell.”

“I do sort of feel like I’m having déjà vu, but, like, not the good kind.”

“I feel something so familiar, and I don’t know how to describe it except just dread.”

“We won’t be seeing much of each other anymore.”

[fearfathered]

i pull up in this wyd

[freakytikigifs]

Dan Stevens as Herr König CUCKOO

[freakytikigifs]

Dan Stevens as Herr König CUCKOO

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

you really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?

i don't know who you think you are, but it's not impressive.

you love playing the victim when it's convenient.

don't look at me like that. you made this choice.

you always say that, and it's never true.

i'm tired of pretending you don't know exactly what you're doing.

funny how it's always someone else's fault.

you don't get credit for almost doing the right thing.

i trusted you, and that was my mistake.

you don't listen, you just wait for your turn to talk.

say it again, slower this time, maybe you'll hear how stupid it sounds.

you don't get to rewrite what happened just because it hurts.

you're not misunderstood, you're just wrong.

i don't owe you patience.

you love control more than you love honesty.

stop acting so surprised, this was always coming.

you really think that excuses what you did?

you don't get to be angry about consequences.

i expected better from you, and that's on me.

you're exhausting, and it's not charming anymore.

every apology you give sounds rehearsed.

you only care when it affects you.

you don't actually want the truth, you want validation.

don't pretend this is about concern.

you cross lines and call it curiosity.

you never ask how i feel, you just assume.

you're cruel when you're cornered.

i see right through the act.

you confuse confidence with arrogance.

you just don't know when to stop.

you keep pushing until something breaks.

you don't get to play innocent here.

you really thought i wouldn't notice?

you always need an audience.

i don't recognize you when you're like this.

you're not brave, you're reckless.

you say you're honest, but you're just mean.

you enjoy this more than you admit.

don't flatter yourself, i stopped believing you a long time ago.

you don't fight fair, you fight to win.

you're not protecting yourself, you're attacking me.

you keep confusing silence for forgiveness.

why do you make everything a competition?

you don't get to decide what hurts me.

you act like being hurt gives you permission.

you only hear what supports your narrative.

you don't respect boundaries, you tolerate them.

you always push until i snap.

is this the part where i'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

you keep calling it honesty like that makes it noble.

you enjoy being cruel when you think you're justified.

you've been waiting to say that, haven't you?

i know you always choose pride over people.

you don't know how to back down.

you don't listen when the answer isn't what you want.

you treat everyone like they're disposable.

after what you did, you don't get to talk about loyalty.

you always take more than you give.

you never stop to think who gets hurt.

you only care when you're exposed.

you don't know how to sit with discomfort.

you poke until something bleeds.

you love being right more than being kind.

you don't know when enough is enough.

you keep digging and wonder why you're alone.

you don't see people, you see leverage.

no, you don't get to speak for me.

you twist everything until it suits you.

you don't actually care about the truth.

you always need the last word.

you don't know how to be gentle.

you don't care who you hurt if it proves a point.

stop calling it honesty like it absolves you of anything.

you don't know how to lose gracefully.

you don't fight fair, you fight dirty.

you make everything personal.

you don't know how to let things go.

the truth is, you just enjoy tearing people down.

you don't care how this affects anyone else.

how convenient, you only show empathy when it benefits you.

you don't see how far you've crossed the line.

you always think you're justified.

you don't know how to stop hurting people.

don't act like you actually want answers.

you always think you're the smartest one in the room.

you care about winning.

you don't fight for resolution. you fight to hurt and you know it.

[bravevolunteer]

MORTIFIED AND BEYOND CONFUSED, Michael only looks forward to gawk at his father— brows knit, gaze narrowed, bewildered expression. It's the first attempt to look him in the eye since, and Michael only does it to search for any way to make sense of the entire conversation. He comes up empty. Of course he does.

"Uh huh... generally," He repeats, silent for a few more torturous moments. He doesn't know if he believes that. For now, Michael chalks it up to some strange attempt at reassurance ( rare between them, for a long time, no wonder he has no idea how to do it ) rather than anything that might speak on his father's own perspective. And god forbid he ever considers that part.

"I— it's nothing. He's just someone from school." Frustrated huff, he tears his gaze away again, hands shoved in pockets. Most of the nerves were shocked out of him, but they don't die down entirely. "What do you even wanna talk about? Be more discreet, I get it." Not that he's ever inviting the guy over again.

[fearfathered]

He chuckles, watching Michael. Attributing his expression to one of embarrassment or naive confusion. Because, of course, everything William is saying is assuredly normal. "Careful, Michael, or your face will get stuck like that, you know," he jokes, making an exaggerated mimicry of Michael's own expression for a second. Almost trying too hard to make things feel normal.

"At least we did in my day. But I suppose your lot aren't as keen to that sort of thing." Completely glossing over mentioning his own part in that. Tone reassuring yet slightly dismissive, William clearly has no issue sharing this with his son. It's all normal, after all, and even if it isn't, who is Michael going to tell? "It comes with the territory, though. Some of what we got up to in college wasn't entirely respectable, either."

Whether William doesn't notice his son's clear desire to be done with the conversation or doesn't care about it is anyone's guess. Instead, he moves Michael's desk chair to face his son, and he sits down. He leans forward, clasping his hands. "I mean, we don't have to talk about that if you're not ready to, but it does make me realize that it has been awhile since we talked." He realizes now that he has no idea what his son gets up to all day, and despite his occasional resentment of Michael, that does trouble him. "How has school been? Besides getting...distracted, I mean." He chuckles at his own ending joke.

[screenshotsofdespair]

[fearfathered]

@nite5: come on, please? just this once? ─ elizabeth!

please prompts / accepting

William puts on a show of considering it, but in reality, he's already made up his mind. While letting his child skip school is not the responsible parent decision, William is not a responsible parent. If doing so gains him favor with Elizabeth, allows him to spend time with her without having to inconvenience himself all that much...well, it will be a slow day at the restaurant tomorrow, anyway. Besides, what's a better way to teach his daughter what working really looks like? "Well, I suppose, just this once you could come with me to work..."

[shockyhorror]

It was Fright Night (1985) actor Chris Sarandon’s idea to have Jerry eating fruit throughout the film:

“Jerry ate all kinds of fruit because it was just sort of something I discovered by searching it — that most bats are not blood-sucking, but they’re fruit bats. And I thought: Well, maybe somewhere in Jerry’s genealogy, there’s fruit bat in him. So that’s why I did it.”

[fearfathered]

i will say on the topic of ocs, you absolutely need to be at least accepting of ollie to rock w my william. she's in this portrayal.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR DENIAL, DENIAL, AND MORE DENIAL * assorted dialogue for saying no way! adjust as necessary

it wasn't me.

you must be mistaken.

i didn't do that.

i don't love you.

that wasn't a kiss.

denial is a river in egypt.

please just tell me the truth.

you've got it all wrong.

i don't think you're lying to me.

i never said that.

you're imagining things.

when did i ever tell you that?

that never happened.

i was in the other room when it happened.

i heard everything, but i didn't see it.

that was someone else.

just tell me what you know.

you know what? i believe you.

i didn't lie to you.

are you sure it was me that said that?

i swear, i didn't do anything.

if you didn't do it, you need to tell me who did.

on my mom's life, i didn't do it.

someone is setting me up.

who told you i was here?

the truth will set you free.

i wasn't here to do that.

you're making a big mistake.

they're blaming me for something i didn't do.

i didn't say that to you.

technically it wasn't a lie.

i was fast asleep when it happened.

i didn't hear anything.

you've mistaken me for someone else.

maybe you saw someone, sure, but it wasn't me.

they'll tell you where i was.

i never touched it.

if it's missing, it's not my fault.

i thought someone else was watching it!

i didn't promise you anything!

when did this happen?

you're shitting me.

this is a frame job.

who are you covering up for?

why don't you just tell me the truth?

i never said we were exclusive.

you didn't tell me you were going out.

it slipped my mind.

i didn't mean to lie to you.

i don't know how else to tell you i wasn't here.

they said i did it? when?

when are you going to quit lying to me?

yesterday you told me one thing, and today you're giving me a whole different story.

so what is the truth?

that's never been the case.

you made that up.

this is how you wanted me to find out?

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  dialogue prompts centered around saying "please".   feel free to modify phrasing as desired.  )

please just be honest with me.

oh, please explain how this is my fault.

please don't look at me like that.

please, let's not do this here.

for once, could you please stop pretending?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

please don't walk away from this.

all you have to do is say please.

please, i dare you to try and stop me.

please don't tell anyone i said that.

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

please tell me you brought snacks.

please don't take this the wrong way.

please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.

i said i'm fine, please just drop it.

please don't lie just to make me feel better.

please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.

please just let me help you.

if you love me, say it. please.

just stay here with me all day. pleaase?

please don't ruin this for me.

please just leave me out of it.

tell me you love me ... please.

can you please slow down?

please tell me there's still a chance.

can you please just get some sleep?

please, i don't want to lose you again.

i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.

please don't make fun of me.

i want you to leave. please leave right now.

please, it's nothing.

i don't like to beg, but... please.

pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.

tell me it's a lie. please.

come on, please? just this once?

please don't jump to assumptions.

please, [ name ], just stay here.

you promised ... please.

please. i need you to trust me.

please don't go.

i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.

please, let me fix this.

did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?

please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.

oh please, as if you've never done it.

don't ask me to choose. please.

please don't tell them where i am.

saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.

please? ... pretty please?

please don't make me beg.

please tell me i'm wrong.

can you please give me a hand with this?

[kaisources]

. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... roleplay crime sentence starters, based on CRIME FILMS. genre: mystery, thriller, crime, organized crimes. trigger warning: blood, murder.

What, with the police breathing down my neck?

That was round the back, wasn't it?

Do me a favour. Fuck off!

What was it about? Didn't [he/she/they] have some kind of problem?

What the fuck is [he/she/they] going on about?

What the fuck am I talking about?

You'll never guess who I bumped into the other day.

That's a bit of a stretch, ain't it?

You haven't invited that asshole to the party, have you?

You done well for yourself, didn't you?

What do you take me for?

What a place! A fucking palace.

Do you want a drink? Are you scared?

I didn't need a drink. I was drunk enough.

I hear you've been hanging around.

Apparently you handled yourself quite well.

You see, when you work for me you do things my way.

There's no going behind my back and there's no going out on your own.

It's pathetic. Fucking excuses. All sorts!

Wait a minute! What's the problem?

Come on, don't do anything stupid.

Remember the last time we went through all this?

What, like wasting my time speaking to you?

Get off me. What are you looking at?

Don't fucking do it, you bastard!

Now let's see that money.

If we had a good day, well, we always had a good day…we'd end up at [place name].

Shut up a minute. Turn that fucking music off!

Come on, [name]. Let's get a move on.

How long you've been here? Do you see anyone?

All right, try and describe them.

You little piece of dead meat.

What did I say? What did I fucking say?

What did I tell you? And what do you do?

Well, what was I supposed to do? [He/She/They] started the fire!

I tell a lie, breaks the fucking thing.

It is not fucking all right. It is all fucking wrong, you morons!

Remember what I said? This is a delicate matter.

Fucking grief you've caused me.

There it is. Come on, who wants it?

You're coming with me.

I thought you and I had sorted out our problems long ago.

What's this about then? Why are you here?

You want to go to war with me, [name]?

What, you scared?

Why don't you just sit down?

Oh, it's about that, this, is it?

Look at me. Look into my fucking eyes!

That's not to say I gave the order, is it?

How does that sound? Sounds about right, doesn't it?

I'm joking. I'm not serious. I'm making it up.

So you're a gold digger then?

I suppose they have to talk you up, you being important and that.

Oh, fuck off. You're having a laugh, aren't you?

I can't believe it. I just can't believe it.

I have never understood one word you've ever said to me.

I was just making some tea. Would you like a cup?

You know me. You know what I'm like.

For fuck's sake. All that has nothing to do with me!

No one's saying nothing. Dead quiet.

I'll have a drink but don't go asking me questions about [name].

I think you better try, don't you?

I can't remember what was said, but I do know that I didn't say nothing.

I love that smell. Do you like that smell?

Look what you've gone and done, eh?

What are you trying to do?

Maybe you should go down and wait in the car.

Don't think I want to be here, anyway.

All I know is that a body has been found.

What the fuck are we waiting for, Let's go now!

Something does not make sense.

I don't think that means me, does it?

I can't even hear myself think.

Not exactly over the moon, are you?

There's something really ugly eating away inside of you.

I don't give a fuck whether you approve or not.

Run for fuck's sake! This is for you, you fucking asshole!

You want something done, you gotta do it yourself.

Where do you think you're going? You get back inside!

Lost the taste for it, have you?

Who are you? You're nothing.

Are you going to tell me what this is all about, or what?

Do you understand what that means?

They're charging [name] with murder.

Someone should listen to me for a fucking change.

Well, so what? It's no fucking good to us now.

Don't you call me stupid!

It's a very difficult time. I'm trying to deal with it as best I know.

Are you saying I'm not up to it?

Business is as good as ever.

You're out, fit and well, and I'm happy.

You want a job? Me and you, just like the old days.

We really should catch up.

Do you mind if I get back to work?

You ever kill somebody, [name]?

I think you could if it was somebody you really hated, you know?

I want to ask you a question. No ifs or buts. I want a straight answer.

Why haven't you killed me?

You know exactly how long it's been.

I thought maybe you were dead.

What makes you think that you're so special?

I deserve some love. I want a Valentine's card.

Love what you've done with the place.

I want you to take the money.

You drive me fucking nuts, you do.

What have you got that I haven't got?

It's easy to kill somebody. It's nothing.

Had to be done. Somebody had to do it.

For old time's sake. Down memory lane and all that.

[fearfathered]

@bravebitten: "how was i supposed to know that?"

morbid curiosity starters / accepting

"How about by paying attention?" the words are tense, impatient. Why his children seem to be incapable of listening to William is beyond him. Though Evan still isn't met with the same sort of anger that he would have used when talking to his two oldest kids. Instead, it's a simmering frustration and disappointment as he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, taking off his glasses for a moment and rubbing at his eyes.

"I don't know how many times we have to go over this, Evan."

[fearfathered]

@bravebitten: "where have you been disappearing off to?"

morbid curiosity starters / accepting

William gestures vaguely, "Work, of course." There's a thin layer of lightheartedness covering a slight annoyance. He's the adult here, why are his whereabouts being interrogated. It's also the semblance of a guilty conscious—knowing full well that work involves a bit more than most would assume. But William would rather die than have his kids learn about the reality his work before it's done: neither of which are going to happen. So he chuckles and mutters, "Work, work, work, work." He waves a hand dismissively. "But, I should be all done for the time being." If only because he's been called out on it now. "Was there a reason you were looking for me, Evan?"

[fearfathered]

@bravebitten: "i'm sorry i can't be what you wanted"

'what else do you want from me?' prompts / accepting

William sighs, shutting his eyes for a brief second. "That's not what I said." Not outright, although it is implicit in many conversations with William. He holds his children to high standards, for the sake of their success and the appearance of normalcy helps him cover up his own issues. And yet, they always seem to fall short, to William's irritation.

Still, there's a line drawn, where William can't express that disappointment too much, lest he push them away. Evan is different, too: the closest William will get to attributing one of his children's shortcomings as a result of his parenting. Rather than any earnest regret, though, it's the idea that William had spoiled Evan, made him too soft, and then over-corrected by turning a blind eye to Michael's treatment in the hope that it would toughen him up. Too late to change it now, but it along with the incident does change how William approaches it.

"Come here," he points his head towards the chair across from him. "You know I didn't mean it like that it's just...it's been hard, with everything that's been happening." The 'disappearances', Elizabeth's death, Ollie running away. His wife leaving, although he's affected less by that. He reaches out towards Evan, "You know I love you, right? More than anything."