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[littlelovelymemes]

(    *   & .   —   THE  HAUNTING  OF  HILL  HOUSE  SENTENCE  STARTERS

*   warning   :   may  contain  spoilers  for  episodes  one  through  ten .

‘  if  you  were  me ,  you  wouldn’t  be  such  a  fucking  asshole .  ’

‘  the  world  out  there  has  teeth  and  it  is  hungry  and  it  is  stupid  and  it eats  and  eats  mindlessly .  ’

‘  you  listen  to  your  gut .  even  if  it  makes  them  hate  you .  ’

‘  i  am  a  dream  and  so  are  you  and  so  are  we .  ’

‘  you  are  a  looker ,  aren’t  you ?  ’

‘  honey ,  someone’s  in  the  house .  ’

‘  i’m  dreaming ,  right ?  ’

‘  i  just  need  a  little  time  away .  it’s  nothing  more  than  that .  ’

‘  you’re  saying  it  was  an  accident ,  so  you  accidentally  put  your  hand  through  a  mirror ?  ’

‘  i’m  scared .  that’s  all  i  am .  there  is  nothing  else .  i’m  only  scared .  ’

‘  do  you  think  there’s  something  wrong  with  me ?  like ,  really  wrong ?  ’

‘  it’s  alright ,  sugar .  it’s  just  a  dream  —  just  a  screaming  meemie .  ’

‘  we  yield  to  it  or  we  fight  it ,  but  we  cannot  meet  it  halfway .  ’

‘  i  seldom  am  well  behaved .  ’

‘  i  enjoyed  the  conversation ,  but  i’m  gonna  say  goodnight .  ’

‘  did  you  just  punch  me  in  the  boob ?  ’

‘  just  enjoy  me .  i’m  loving  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  have  changed  a  thing .  i  need  you  to  know  that .  ’

‘  forgiveness  is  warm  like  a  tear  on  a  cheek .  ’

‘  i  loved  you  completely  and  you  loved  me  the  same .  ’

‘  that’s  all .  the  rest  is  confetti .  ’

‘  forgive  a  girl  for  being  lonely .  ’

‘  there’s  nothing  sadder  than  a  cold  bed .  ’

‘  journey’s  end  when  lovers  meet .  ’

‘  journeys  don’t  end ,  not  if  you  love  someone .  they  don’t  end  at  all .  ’

‘  probably  best  you  didn’t  say  anything  to  them .  ’

‘  i’m  asking  you  to  love  me  hard  for  the  next  few  minutes .  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  jump  and  i’m  asking  you  to  hold  my  hand  while  i’m  falling .  ’

‘  i  have  something  that  i  have  to  tell  you ,  but  i  need  you  to  remember  when  i  do  that  i  love  you .  ’

‘  i  wish  i  would’ve  loved  you  better .  ’

‘  pandas  don’t  like  macaroni .  ’

‘  i’m  just  floating  in  this  ocean  of  nothing  and  i  wonder  if  this  is  it ,  this  is  what  death  is .  ’

‘  i  wonder  if  this  is  what  death  is ,  just  out  there  in  the  darkness ,  just  darkness  and  numbness  and  alone .  ’

‘  i  wondered  if  that’s  what  they  felt ,  just  numb  and  nothing  and  alone .  ’

‘  he  was  a  light  in  the  darkness .  he  was  a  life  preserver  in  the  ocean .  ’  

‘  i  reached  for  him  because  i  had  to  feel  something .  i  had  to  feel  anything .  ’

‘  god ,  i’m  so  glad  i  did  it  though .  thank  god  it  worked .  ’

‘  i  felt  scared .  so  fucking  scared .  ’

‘  honestly  i  had  to  do  it  because  it  felt  better  than  feeling  nothing .  ’

‘  that  thorough  fucking  shame  was  so  much  better  than  that  horrible  empty  feeling .  ’

‘  you  have  to  live .  ’

‘  i  don’t —  i  don’t  know  how  to  do  this  without  you .  ’

‘  i  learned  a  secret  :  there  is  no  without .  i  am  not  gone .  i  am  scattered  into  so  many  pieces ,  sprinkled  on  your  life  like  new  snow .  ’

‘  when  we  die ,  we  turn  into  stories  and  every  time  someone  tells  one  of  those  stories  it’s  like  we’re  still  here .  ’

‘  we’re  all  stories  in  the  end .  ’

‘  you’re  supposed  to  protect  me ,  but  you  say  the  meanest  things  to  me  when  i  try  to  tell  you  things .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff  considering  you  were  asleep  for ,  what ,  like…  ninety-nine  percent  of  it ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry .  i  should  have  made  more  of  an  effort  with  you .  ’

‘  you  tried  the  best  that  you  could .  i  should’ve  met  you  halfway .  ’

‘  people  fuck  up .  i  guess  you  don’t  get  that  —  you  really  don’t  get  it  until  you  fuck  up .  really  fuck  up .  ’

‘  i  felt…  nothing .  just  nothing .  and  it  spread  everywhere  in  me ,  this  nothing ,  until  i  couldn’t  feel  anything  anymore .  i  was  just  this  dark ,  empty  black  hole .   ’

‘  i  felt  nothing  and  so  i  drank  and  i  drank  and  nothing  worked .  i  couldn’t  feel  anything .  ’

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *    & .    —    THE  GOOD  PLACE  SENTENCE  STARTERS   /  PART 2 .

‘  and  then  i  remembered …  i’m  a  naughty  bitch .  ’

‘  because  i  love  you …  i  think .  no ,  i’m  pretty  sure .  yeah ,  i  love  you .  ’

‘  birth  is  a  curse .   existence  is  a  prison .  ’

‘  girl ,  you  are  a  messy  bitch  who  loves  drama  and  i’m  into  it .  ’

‘  holy  motherforking  shirtballs .  ’

‘  i  am  revved  up  and  ready  to  learn .  my  brain  is  horny !  ’

‘  i  came  to  apologize .  there …  i  did  it .  i  apologized .  ’

‘  i  could  kill  them  right  now  and ,  you  know ,  that  would  be  easy .  ’

‘  i  could  never  get  close  to  anyone .  i  never  even  told  a  boyfriend  i  loved  him .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  how  to  describe  it …  like ,  a  different  zone  of  time .  no ,  that  sounds  stupid .  a  different  clock  land .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  how  to  tell  you  this ,  but  i’m  dying .  i  mean ,  we’re  all  dying ,  slowly .  when  you  think  about  it ,  we  started  dying  the  day  we  were  born .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know ,  man .  maybe  just  tell  her  that  you’re  gay .  ’

‘  i  don’t  need  you  to  respond  because  i  know  you  have  trouble  saying  how  you  feel .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  you  always  understand  about  20%  of  what’s  happening .  ’

‘  i  got  a  flu  virus  named  after  me  because  i  kissed  a  bat  on  a  dare .  ’

‘  i  just  have  some  worries ,  as  well  as  some  concerns  that  could  potentially  turn  into  outright  fears .  oh ,  there  they  go .  they  are  fears  now .  ’

‘  i  love  you .  and  i  don’t  need  you  to  respond  because  i  know  you  have  trouble  saying  how  you  feel .  ’

‘  i  was  a  good  person  for  six  months .  that’s  like  five  years .  ’

‘  i  wasn’t  worth  changing  for .  ’

‘  i  will  literally  see  you  all  in  hell .  ’

‘  in  the  words  of  my  actual  friends  :  ya  basic !  ’

‘  is  everything  okay ?  i  mean ,  other  than ,  you  know …  everything .  ’

‘  is  this  why  you  came  here ?  to  scold  me  on  the  metric  system ?  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  eat  all  this  chili …  and / or  die  trying .  do  you  want  any ?  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  miss  you ,  bud .  ’

‘  i’m  outtie ,  see  ya  in  hell !  ’

‘  i’ve  gained  a  lot  of  new  skills  recently .  for  example ,  i  learned  how  to  be  passive  aggressive .  totally  fine  that  you  guys  didn’t  notice .  ’

‘  love  isn’t  a  triangle ,  it’s  a  five  dimensional  blob .  ’

‘  more  guys  should  be  bi .  it’s  2018 .  it’s  like ,  get  over  yourselves !  ’

‘  none  of  your  exes  have  gotten  over  you .  ’

‘  oh no !  now  the  thing  i  said  after  we  kissed  will  always  be  ‘ hot  diggity  dog . ’  oh  well ,  it  was  an  honest  reaction  and  i  stand  by  that .  ’

‘  somehow ,  i  never  want  to  leave  you .  ’

‘  that  broke  me .  i’m  done .  ’

‘  that’s  not  a  present .  that’s  just  common  decency .  ’

‘  the  other  possible  medical  diagnosis  is  that  you’re  just  a  bit  of  a  dick .  ’

‘  their  bodies  are  made  very  poorly .  they’re  mostly  goo  and  juice .  you  just  take  the  juice  out  and  then  they’re  dead .  ’

‘  there’s  no  point  to  anything  and  you’re  just  gonna  die  so  do  whatever !  ’

‘  ugh ,  of  course  your  hugs  are  amazing .  ’

‘  wasn’t  he  banned  from  disney  world  for  biting  buzz  lightyear ?  ’

‘  what  a  creep .  why  was  i  friends  with  him ?  ’

‘  whatever  progress  i  have  made  it’s  because  you  and  i  have  become  friends .  ’

‘  whenever  anyone  tells  me  a  story  about  their  life  i  imagine  all  the  people  as  being  super  hot .  otherwise  i  quickly  lose  interest .  ’

‘  who  the  hell  is  this  chick ?  ’

‘  why  do  bad  things  always  happen  to  mediocre  people  who  are  lying  about  their  identity ?  ’

‘  why  is  it  every  time  a  new  thing  is  invented  humans  immediately  try  to  use  it  for  porn ?  ’

‘  yeah ,  i  love  you .  ugh ,  that’s  embarrassing .  i  feel  so  itchy .  ’

‘  you  are  too  selfish  to  ever  be  a  good  person .  ’

‘  you  got  it ,  you  piece  of ...  butt .  ’

‘  you  need  to  ghost  her .  disappear .  block  her  number .  bonus  :  anything  she  left  in  your  apartment  is  now  legally  yours .  ’

‘  you  are  brilliant ,  charming ,  obviously  gorgeous .  ’

‘  you’re  my  friend .  that’s  why  i  can’t  kill  you .  ’

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             THEY REALLY WANT YOU & I DO TOO                 art cred. 

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finestdevil:

              oh , how it would be so much easier just to feel nothing .    but lock , no , lock felt everything .    a concoction of 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 chemicals—    vexation , misery , chaos .     he was suffocating under his own hand .     if only he could bring himself to just finish what he started !   bruise her , beat her , terrorise her into oblivion for a couple of hours & then forget anything ever happened in the first place .      she’d get over it .     she’d survive .       he had to make things complicated—     let his heart drive the boat .    pulled himself in TOO DEEP had he & to his ankles was an anchor that he , himself , tied .      ❛   that was the only way i could get you to listen to me .   it was the only way i could think to make you understand .   ’       he knows—   god ,  he knows that’s not true .     illogical , disrespectful , arrogant boy .

              again is she yelling , screaming—    voice echoing , echoing & he wants to make the whole word stop .       ❛    stop asking me questions you already know the answer to  !   ’     mumbles , mumbles .       ever so fatigued is he—   contusion kissed , scab scorn , wilting away like a dying flower !    but his love for her ?    𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 .    had bloomed for years .    even now ,    having literally died at her hand countless times , having been tortured & terrorised , did he still adore her .     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  .     foreheads remain pressed together , & moth like lids flutter closed .     tears—     still angry—   tumble  .   they don’t stop . they don’t stop . they don’t stop .    ❛   don’t make me say it .    don’t make me say it .   ’

              her next motion—            UNEXPECTED .     touch does their lips— chaste , ginger—   & he’s momentarily motionless .      throbbing is his heart— no ,   pulsate is his heart & it’s rapid !   quick fire !      ❛    i—-   ’     against her lips does he mumble again , but the passing thought that maybe not every awkward , tense moment had to be filled by EMPTY CONVERSATION .       not really given the time to process , digest & respond—   he doesn’t quite get the chance to kiss back , lean in , unravel .      instead , he stands—    numb .      ❛    i know , fuck me .   ’

                 “ lock, i need you to say it. if you can’t say it ... ” what ? what exactly would she do ? could she do ? she finds her heels digging into the floor, attempting to ground herself. she wants to do it again. and she hates herself for it. as eyes return to his lips, she can’t believe she’s still this stupid. she’s meant to be the smartest. this doesn’t fucking happen. the fact that he was able to control her so easily .. she’s finding herself to be a hypocrite. but is this actually that out of ordinary ? does she not always end up obeying lock, one way or another ? through gritted teeth and pain, she follows him. she’d follow him off a cliff. “ yeah .. fuck you. i don’t understand. i never understand what you could possibly be thinking. ” the thought of him knowing she cares has her stomach twisting, bile rising. fuck this. she wants to run. but she’s planted, firmly. only looks up to glance at the unlocked entry hatch, wondering how long barrel will be. if he’ll have to walk in on this. 

                 she takes a step forward. hesitant. careful. she looks at him like a deer in headlights, almost ready to just make a dash for it. this is too vulnerable... this is too much. and yet she pushes herself to stay. why ? why would she do that ? after what just happened, why ? well... it’s so obvious. “ lock ... i need you to tell me what you want. ” hands return to him, resting at his forearms. ghosting, moreso, just barely touching him. still, she’s nauseous. “ i can’t keep guessing. i can’t .... do this. ” i love you. it’s a whisper in her brain, one she wishes to say telepathically, could never say aloud. 

[finesthex-a]

jack: i--  oogie's boys: YOU'RE NOT MY DAD...UGLY ASS FUCKIN ... NOODLE HEAD 

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finestdevil:

          miserable is he .      a deep , plunging holeof misery .    sinking , sinking & sinking still—   an ice bath in a frozen river of sorrow .      words are sharp , slice him open—  blood & guts seeping through 𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 & drips cold—   as his heartbreak pools like melted ice at his feet .     nothing new is this encounter , common occurrence .    buried him , drowned him , suffocated him had she—   probably 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 before—   he could play her game for hours   .   .   .   but boogie’s beating had broken him , washed him out .  deem him defenceless .      features falter , brows draw tight as her words roll & mindlessly does his grip suddenly loosen .     ❛    you—-   ’        a rebuttal twirls on the tip of his tongue , but jaw locks tight—   & imprisoned does it remain .         ❛    i remember .    —   i should have stayed , huh ? you wanna put me back there ?   go on then , put me back there .    maybe i want you to kill me ,    maybe i wouldn’t mind .   ’     his 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 at provocation , though in his words can you hear his broken heart throb .

          hands fall limp from around her neck & fall to her collarbones , resting there momentarily before returning to his sides .      across flesh so ghostly are various lines of scarlet—   victim of screws  &  splinters &  SHOCK’S WRATH .     ❛    i’m worthless , i’m pathetic , i’m boogie’s bitch .    —   you want me dead , you wish i never existed , you want halloween town all to yourself , huh ?    give me up to oogie , then , shock .    give me up & have oogie murder me with his own hands .       watch & laugh .     i’ll smile with you when he finally does it .    ’     she presses her face to his & hands reach to hold her neck again , albeit tenderly this time—-   liquid crimson staining her skin too—     ❛    just don’t cry when i’m gone .    just don’t pretend you don’t miss me .    just don’t come to the conclusion that the reality of living without me—   is hell  .     don’t act like you don’t care for me , shock .       because that will really , really disappoint me .   ’

                 never surprises, huh ? well ... this really is a shock. she expected him to choke her breathless, get it over with. wake up the next morning with nothing but a throat ache and bruised feelings that would eventually fade like they always do. “ as tempting as that is.. ” she looks at him, a mix of disbelief and hurt. hurt that she wishes she could mask right now. “ ... that’s not fair, ” tumbles from her lips, fingers curl to fists that raise in anticipation to beat on his chest, but she doesn’t. instead, they just sit there, land softly and rest. her eyes search his face. she wants to vomit all over him. 

                 “ how can you sit there and turn on a dime on me, sit there and threaten to give me up, to grab me like that, when all i was doing was trying to fucking help you ... and then pull this bullshit when -- when i react accordingly ? ” she’s so confused, so hopelessly lost. feelings conflict, anger still rises in her throat. he tricked her. this could be another trick. “ what the hell do you expect from me ? what do you want ? seriously ? what ? what the fuck do you want ? ” her voice rises, steaming fingers grip at his shirt and tug at it mindlessly, yet not too hard. “ whether or not i care for you makes no difference. you don’t care for me. you only care for yourself .. ” and she believes that wholeheartedly. it’s why she keeps her distance, why she does her best not to fall for his innocent acts and give in to his affections. why she treats him so coldly, shows no emotion, no detectable mercy. 

                 but she can’t hold herself back. just this once, after she’s already embarrassed herself to begin with, she leans in. slowly, calculated, eyes going from his to his lips a multitude of times before the space is closed. fabric is gripped so tightly in her hands, she shakes. this is scary. this is risk. and it’s fleeting, only lasts for a few seconds before she’s pulling back, the look on her face shows a glimpse of pure terror before she’s pushing him -- gently as she can. “ fuck you,” is whispered, eyes glazing over. she’s defeated. he wins this time. “ if you really can stand there and look me in the eyes and treat me like that .. you’re the same as oogie. -- guess that’s what you want, isn’t it? congratulations. ” the tears spill down hot, snow colored cheeks. 

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finestdevil:

              air is forced from his lungs as sole meets gut & back does he fly !  at his flesh do rogue screws still tear & crimson spills heavy over the wooden interior .     catch him 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 !     the tears that once brimmed now spill over—    𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 , salty water droplets that sting the apples of his cheeks !      under his breath does he utter ,      ❛    you stupid fucking bitch .  ’   before he launches himself up from his , almost foetal , position—    orbs grow wide with 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 at the abrupt dynamic transition—       her aversion perturbed him !    

            many - a - time had this spiel been spat—       𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 this & 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 that—     & profanity , obscenity , vulgarity !      over her does he 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ,     ❛    will you shut your dirty mouth , you filthy little cunt .  i’m 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 .  your guidance doesn’t mean anything to me , i am the leader for a good fuckin’ reason—      i don’t need your assistance with a single thing , you stupid bitch !    ’       then does he lunge for her , arms outstretched , claws at the ready .    but before he’s able to reach her , before his retaliation can be pursued , a chair is snatched—     lifted above her head & pegged at his own !     she’s fast—-        𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 .     a single step & dodge does he !      blunt canines bare ,   a snarl emitting . legs & arms & more threats for splinters splay across the floor as the chair smashes into pieces—      ❛    FUCK YOU .   ’   not a moment is wasted before he moves to launch yet again & this time hands , cold in every aspect—    icy , callous , hateful—   move to enrapture her neck .      𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 .     

           she’s yelling , she’s screaming but the ringing in his ears completely drowns her .   he squeezes !    squeezes mercilessly !  ❛     should i choke you to death , huh ?    ’    in her hands does he hold her , his puppet , his pet—    & to her ribcage does he propel his knee !    once !   twice !   three times !     ❛    SHOULD I BREAK YOUR RIBS ?       then would you understand ?      i gotta beat some sense into you , do i  ?   ’    trivial this was not .  neither was his pride .   he took disrespect very hard .    especially from her .     ❛   don’t make me kill you again .   ’

                 " you're the leader because you're the easiest to control. " leader is said like a joke, one she laughs at, but is stopped by strong, cold fingers. never a surprise with him. she struggles, mainly to shout out, “ DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME, ” but the shouts are cut short by gasps. helpless whines leave her throat and not by choice. if she could, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. however, the pain from her ribs leaves her silenced. only when he seems to have stopped for now does she look up at him, face scrunched with pure loathing, and she spits. hawks it up, gets the mucus right on his lips. “ you get off on it, don’t you ? you get a fucking boner from it. you’re just glad to have some kind of warmth at your hands, even if it’s from someone who fucking despises you. ” but she’s stopped the squirming, has easily given up, which doesn’t happen. it’s always a battle. she never gives him a win, neither does he her. but this time she’s just tired. 

                 “ go ahead. at least i’ll be away from you for a little while. id rather be stuck in an endless void than have to look at your worthless fucking face.” a smile. “you couldn’t kill me if you wanted to. we’re dead already. you can do it over and over but ill still have to come back here and see you. -- if that weren’t the case, you’d still be in that grave barrel and i left you in. do you remember that ? do you remember being stuck down there for days, lock ? ” she leans in closer, noses touching, “ you only got out because i didn’t dig as deep as he wanted to. you’d probably still be down there if i had. and i wish i had. ” her voice is hoarse already, she could do with a good refresh. “ don’t worry, ill get you back. i tie you to a tree and rip out your fingernails one by one, and you’ll feel exactly how it felt when you had to claw your way out. maybe they won’t grow back this time. ”

[burlapboss-blog]

“ It’s funny, I’m LAUGHING ! You really are TOO MUCH ! And now, with your permission I’m going to do my stuff. ”

 “What are you going to do?”

                “ I’m gonna do THE BEST I CAN ! ”

[finestdevil-ar]

jack skellington : leave that no account oogie boogie out of this ! boogie’s boys : ok boomer

[finesthex-a]

finestdevil·:

              through thick & thin had they travelled—  together ,   hell & back—   & still they stood in 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 .    parts broken , parts permanently damaged , but altogether 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 .    as tender as that moment was & as sensitive as he had become—      tenderness between targets is only temporary .     lock , the leader , the foreman made the orders ,       she would not take that from him ,   not for something as 𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 as this .     tone is moderately firm—   though ever so slightly does it waver .     uncertain , ungrounded , unstable was he .     a single crisp , cool hand ,  𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄  ,  clasps her face—    cheeks are pinched & forcefully does he pull her close .    ❛   listen to me ,   ’    frustration bubbles beneath chalky , 𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 skin—    & blood , in all his increasing vexation , runs frigid .

            ❛    i am not going to tell you this again .    we are not going to depose the bogeyman .   ’   through bared teeth does lock hiss & in his eyes you can still see the tears brimming , brewing .          𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬    .        ❛   if you bring this up one more time , shock , i swear 𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 i will tell oogie about all these sadistic thoughts you’ve been having & you’ll really take the fall for it then .   ’     tight is his hold on her face & it takes all his might not to spit in it .   furious , now , does he become .        ❛   tell barrel of these plans to disobey oogie & i’ll rip your tongue out .   ’

                  and there it is. foolish .. for a second, maybe he even catches a glimpse of all the hurt that bubbles inside her. it flashes in her eyes, in the look she gives him, in great contrast to the almost lovey doe-eyed stare that was in its place before. but as quickly as it were there, it’s then replaced with hatred. anger. “ you are so ... FUCKING STUPID, ” is roared, face is torn free so she can take her heeled foot and kick him in the stomach. scrambling to her feet, she’s quick to stomp that cup of potion she made him, too, shattering it and having the liquid ooze over the splintered, wooden floor to dry. smoke from her ears, she’s nowhere near finished. the witch makes for the bottle with the rest, grabs it and throws it in his direction, aimed for his head, but wildly. 

                 “ you’re nothing, lock. you’re fucking nothing without my guidance. and you can freeze past-death all by yourself for the rest of eternity because no one is going to ever give you any chances or help you ever again. not me, not jack, not even boogie. boogie’s gonna get real tired of you fucking things up very soon. and when he does ill be waiting, watching him lock you inside that ice box, and i’ll just laugh. ” a chair is thrown, this time, just as wildly. still, she’s holding back. she’s bloodied him before, bruised him all to hell, but right now she doesn’t want to touch him, not even in that way. “ the boogeyman is going to depose of you. he’s going to see just how dumb you really are and he’s going to take everything away from you. and im going to watch. ”

                 but he knows she’ll obey him, just as she does oogie. she always does. not for the same reasons. she obeys oogie because she’s scared of him, but lock doesn’t frighten her one bit. her reasons came through for a second, but like before, they’re being covered up and shoved in a corner, bottled for eternity, perhaps. “ you ruin everything. ” 

[finesthex-a]

finestdevil:

            ❛    𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔠𝔨 ,   ’   &  up he sits ,  propping himself up on his palms , blood drawing as loose bolts 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 mercilessly , but —-     overcome by numbness he feels not a thing .    ❛   you’re greatest talent is filling me with false hope .  stop it .   ’    in are scab kissed knees pulled & slender arms fold around them , locking himself in tight .      but still are his bones cold .     cold & colder still .     as she plants herself beside him , he’s quick to take her hand in his—  & her hand is warm , so warm against his own— crisp & frosty .    

              a sigh of sheer 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭& instinctively do sharp optics roll .    ❛   of course i’m tired of it .   ’   he makes sure to lean in close , voice a  semi - tone  above a whisper ,   his breath is a coolbreeze that fans across her face—    ❛   what makes you think we’re strong enough to beat him ?     if that were true .   .   .   ’     pressing his forehead to hers , lids close as heart sinks . & skeletal fingers squeeze hers—     ❛    wouldn’t you think we’d have beaten him by now ?  𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 .      i know what i’m talking about .   ’   sigh .      fatigued .       ❛     stop trying .   ’

                 that instinct to pull back is there, threatening to ruin this moment and meet his affection with violence and insults. fear runs through her blood, tells her this is a trick ! a trap ! he’s going to draw her in and then she’ll be nothing but stupid for falling for it !! yet, she succumbs to the blizzard that is lock, eyes close as she leans into him, fingers lacing with his. it feels so, so weird .. and wrong, in a way. but not wrong in the way that makes you feel icky inside. the kind of wrong that she likes. still, she’s scared of this feeling. it’s a bittersweet kind of thing, but she fights to keep it going. 

                 “ no, ” an eye is opened, studies what she can make out of his face. “ we have to stop being scared and stop letting fear control us. ” if she pulled away now, she’d be a hypocrite. no matter how angry with herself she is for enjoying his company and his touch, for finding solace in it, she doesn’t push him away. “ we’re not cowards. ” but they are. if oogie appeared in the room right now she’d probably have a heart attack. she is a coward, plain and simple. “ we just have to try. just once. ” and maybe she’s using this to her advantage, now, but a hand goes back to his hair and lingers there this time, gently caressing. “ please ? i’ll take the fall. you can tell him it was all me. ”

[finesthex-a]

finestdevil:

            her words , solemn & kind—   unlike her , but he does not mind .    the reassurance very much needed for his ever bruised ego .     genuine was she & he had been aware for longer than she may have been keen or him to see .      𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 ,  the wisest  ,  𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱  & did he admire her so .   implicitly , of course .    𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 .      her touch is tender–  ginger–     a  𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥  &  his response is instinctive–  as moth like lids flutter closed in content .   .   .     an affection , to his delight , had been much welcome .      much needed .              helpless , is he .            albeit all he longs for is to 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 , to brawl !—     destroy balled white knuckles–  draw blood —    whether it be his own or   .    .    .  

           ❛     this is what happens when we 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔶 him .   ’    he find himself saying–  words not his own , aware of the unwanted ears that listen , unwanted eyes that watch .     as the tears tumble , aggressively he swipes at them—-     & grateful is he that her back is turned .         shameful .  shameful .         ❛    we can’t win .   we’ll 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧 .   ’      he’s clouded , misguided .    faith scarred akin to his pride .        ❛     this is bullshit .   ’

                 it goes without saying that today is, still, unlike any other day. so, keeping with themes of breaking norms, she shakes her head. “ we know everything about him. there’s three of us, one of him. if we were sneaky, clever ... if we really tried ... ” that’s something they've really never done. tried. they’ve been too scared. they’re still too scared. “ it is bullshit. i wish ... i wish i were the leader, and not for myself. i wish i were the leader, because then i would be the one--” she stops, grips the edge of the bowl and inhales slowly. feels her own eyes welling up. instead of finishing her sentence, shock finishes the potion and pours it for him in a cup, puts the rest away into a different bottle for later. 

                 the cup is set next to him, and she places herself next to it. in front of him. “ tell me the truth, lock. tell me you’re tired of this, too. when we’re a team, we’re strongest. we three could be the leaders together. and not of oogie’s boys ... of everything. ” she looks around, takes in a deep breath, and whispers, “fuck oogie. we do all the work, we should get all the glory. ”

[finesthex-a]

finestdevil:

           empty are his eyes , void of all emotion , void of all fight . fatigued is he , too . 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 .    catch him curled in a corner – victim to splinters & blunt jabs from rogue screws in the hardwood floor of their treehouse  .   .   .   but , again , empty is he —-& compared to the contusions & pocks that peppered icy , pale flesh , the jabs were 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 .      ❛    ʰᵐᵐ   ?   ’    comes his response , barely audible .     

           in his mind–  scenarios of 𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 oogie boogie were prevalent–  scenes of 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰 !       snake & spider stew ?    made of oogie’s insides , too ?    was a concept he could get behind .        in desolation orbs avert , 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 & brimming with  𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 .     self - deprecating is lock ,    in a rut   ,  unable to pull himself out .     the atmosphere & dynamic allowed for such silence , such 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 & in his apathy he stayed .    ❛    ᵒᵏᵃʸ .   ’      tiny is his voice , vulnerable .     again , the atmosphere & dynamic allowed for it , such sensitivity .      ❛    ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ  .   ’

                 she knows what he’s thinking. they’ve been side-by-side for long enough. those tears say enough. “ .. we’ll get him one day,” she says, softly. risks it. risks even the quietest of oogie threat to their oh so devoted leader. any other day if someone said something like that, vague as it is, all three of them would jump in, ready to fight for the sacked fiend. today, however ... today.. maybe she’ll get away with it. 

                 a slender, pale hand ghosts his hair, brushes bony fingers through it for only a second before she’s standing, heading to her cupboard and sifting through bottles. they clink as she pulls a few out, along with her cauldron. they’re alone, for now, so she risks something else. something she definitely wouldn’t want both of her accomplices to hear at once, lest they have proof that she’s not a soulless demoness. “ everything’s gonna be okay. ” any other day, the gushiness of it all would have her skin crawling, but right now she feels nothing but concern. lock not screaming and shouting and laughing and carrying on is almost scarier than oogie himself. 

[finesthex-a]

                 he thinks he’s alone. he thinks no one is around, no one is watching. and that’s exactly why she creeps up behind him and grabs him, whips him around to face her. “ if boogie finds out about this you’re dead meat, you know that, right ? ” of course he does. they’ve all had a taste of oogie’s wrath. “ .. so, what are you going to do for me so that i don’t go tell him and get a special treat for it ? ” would she actually tattle on him ? she’s done it before, but for much smaller things. things that would get you a flick on the nose, not a broken bone. 

                                 ↬  @finestbones

[finesthex-a]

                 it’s oddly quiet with the boys today. a rest day she thinks. one where everyone’s a bit too tired to cause too much mayhem. usually takes place a day after they’ve screwed up. oogie placed his punishment, and they’d scrambled all of yesterday trying to think up a plan to make it up to him. they may set it in motion later today or even tomorrow, but in the moment things are calmer. calm, but with that underlying fear pricking at their insides. 

                 “ ... if it still hurts, i have a potion i could make ? ” a rare moment, shock asking someone if they need help. but she turns to look at him, he who got the worst of it, and doesn’t glare or tack an insult on the end. she just looks at him, almost tenderly, if that were possible for her. 

                                  ↬  @finestdevil  

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