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#( &. EMPTY BOTTLES ! ) --- starter call.

hey kids like this post for a starter … or else.

#they will absolutely be done when i get home from work tomorrow #life just sort of blew up in my face so sorry these are taking so long

tumblr mobile is a shithead & i apparently unfollowed a bunch of people so if we were mutuals & i unfollowed please know that it was not intentional x

#( &. PAY YOUR FUCKIN' TAXES ! ) --- ooc.#me @ tumblr: you're not my son

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I don’t need other people!!! I can ruin my life by myself!!!

#( &. A FISHERMAN AT THE GATES OF HELL ! ) --- aesthetic.

‘ it’s not a ghost. ‘

he is familiar with GHOSTS. they plague is dreams. they burn in chambers meant for healing, they bleed out on the floors of a kitchen where conversations between FRIENDS were once held. but dark thoughts aside, will smirks.

‘ you’re right. i think it’s an especially fat cat. ‘ a glance upward is offered to the offending feline. it rolls around atop the shelf & another book falls. will HATES cats. /// meme.

#antialibi #( &. THE TATTLER ! ) --- memes.

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BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE MEME.

- ‘ hey there, demons, it’s me, ya boy. ‘ - ‘ hey, ghouls! the boys are here! ‘ - ‘ this is like satan’s cement butt hole. ‘ - ‘ here we go! rock and roll, buckaroo! ‘ - ‘ can i use the jacuzzi hot tub we’ve been blessed with? ‘ - ‘ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ‘ - ‘ my fart scared you! ‘ - ‘ fuck that demon, he’s whitewashing the history of this house. ‘ - ‘ whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect that demon. ‘ - ‘ oh… i wasn’t fat-shaming bigfoot. ‘ - ‘ what do you mean it’s not a ghost? ‘ - ‘ it’s not a ghost. ‘ - ‘ shadows do tend to follow you, though. that’s sorta how they work. ‘ - ‘ it’s not even a good poem, it’s just weird. ‘ - ‘ you’re telling me those architects used math? ‘ - ‘ knock me down with a feather! ‘ - ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the hell up. ‘ - ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the fuck up. ‘ - ‘ i stepped it up with a meaner curse word. ‘ - ‘ oh shit, what up, i’m taking a selfie with some demons! ‘ - ‘ hey ghosts, tussle my hair! ‘ - ‘ every time we get sad, let’s show a picture of the dog. ‘ - ‘ that’s a good dog. ‘ - ‘ i’m not the biggest believer in bigfoot. ‘ - ‘ that’s a guy i would wanna share a cold one with. ‘ - ‘ you’re a coward! ‘ - ‘ look at his beady, little eyes. ‘ - ‘ we’ve really done it now, haven’t we? ‘ - ‘ how dare they dispose of my body! they should leave it in the hallway to rot! ‘ - ‘ am i a ghost hunter? ‘ - ‘ i took an improv comedy class once. ‘cause i’m a white guy. ‘ - ‘ i always gotta… gotta think about stuff, you know? ‘ - ‘ now you’re acting like a detective and not a jackass. ‘ - ‘ alright, just to be fair, fuck christopher columbus. ‘ - ‘ i think the moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts. ‘ - ‘ i never said i wanted to murder you! this is a hypothetical situation! ‘ - ‘ you want to kill me! ‘ - ‘ well, if it’s any consolation, you look like an idiot. ‘ - ‘ if i step on a… a fly? does a fly’s ghost… stay around? ‘ - ‘ if you slit my throat tonight i’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that. ‘ - ‘ i’m gonna serve you up a fresh truth pancake right now. ‘ - ‘ that’s my… my darn sandwich. ‘

me @ the creators of nbc hannibal: can we redo the show but this time turn all the lights on pls thanks

#tHESE CAPS ARE SO DARK '#i don't want to do extra work turn the fuckin lights on pls #( &. PAY YOUR FUCKIN' TAXES ! ) --- ooc.

THINGS THAT ARE CONSISTENT : you are always looking down the barrel of a gun. whether the gun is real or not, it’s up to you. you are a sleep walker --- plagued by NIGHTMARE scenes & a stag with an identity you cannot place. you forget to nourish yourself, the stink of sweat is a familiar air. & when you love, you leave marks like hunter establishes their territory. YOU ARE PREDATOR & PREY. you are always looking down the barrel of someone’s gun.

#idk what this is lmaoooooo #( &. A FISHERMAN AT THE GATES OF HELL ! ) --- aesthetic.#gun //#gun mention

‘ the building is burning down. you couldn't find the exit, you didn't wanna live anyway. ‘ /// crack.

#it's only crack if you realize that this is a trixie mattel quote #i only left out the word honey #( &. WHERE THE HORSE IS HITCHED ! ) --- open starters.#fuckin crack #oH HONEY

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Tell me about the book you’re reading while I kiss your neck

#( &. A FISHERMAN AT THE GATES OF HELL ! ) --- aesthetic.

stranger !

「 @flyswarmed 」

❛ Trouble sleeping? ❜ The voice came from what looked like an abandoned bus stop. The once transparent glassed walls were now covered in unreadable white graffiti which dripped down and gathered into a disgusting thick layer at the bottom. It looked like a dried up pile of a hundred men’s jizz. Tagging was really just another form of PUBLIC MASTURBATION. Socially accepted vandalism. Street art, once the symbol of revolt, now framed and exposed in great marbled rooms for critics to admire and sold in the shape of coffee mugs in museums’ gift shops … DISGUSTING. Under the bus stop only the tip of a cigarette could be seen. The man smoking it was immersed in darkness, very much like Will Graham although, perhaps, Tyler Durden felt more comfortable with his own LOSS OF CONTROL. Tyler took a long drag of his cigarette and the burning orange tip illuminated his swollen eyes.

He had seen the stranger walking down the empty road in his underwear for a while now. A case of somnambulism probably. Most people saw a troubled man in need of THERAPY; Tyler saw PROMISE. A wish for self-destruction so strong that it had commenced to hot-wire the barefooted man’s brain … Changing his priorities, sabotaging his perception of reality. Ladies and gentleman, Tyler thought, please unfasten your seat belts. THERE IS NO ESCAPING THIS. ❛ -––- Better get that checked out. ❜ His hand patted the empty spot beside him on the bus stop’s orangeish bench. ❛ Sit down, man, you’re a mess. Your feet are bleeding all over the place. ❜ They had probably been cut on the broken glass of an EMPTIED BEER BOTTLE Tyler had left behind. He smiled. The cigarette dangled between his lips. We’ve just lost cabin pressure.

there’s this SYMPHONY that he can’t get out of his brain. the world is a sea of grey & green & ( R E D ! ) a familiar fever numbs his brain. behind him, a stag trots along. he is not in control. the rugged hands of a fisherman hang limp ( ! ) at the sides of a sweat drenched shirt. the stag SNORTS & a dead man breathes deep. this internal struggle, a war of mind & body, drives him further down the street. an icy foot slices on broken glass // will chokes, splutters into a violent cough and cold air fills his lungs.

a great BEAST presses forward. antlers like daggers pierce the taught flesh between this CONSTANT STRANGER’S shoulder blades. a ( strangled ) sob. he is brought from his nightmare space. a grunt in acknowledgement of his situation is a response to words unsaid. dark eyes scan their terrain ; alone. that is until someone speaks. will stops /// ‘ i don’t think going to sleep is my issue, ‘ he responds softly. the man looks down, sighs. ‘ damn. ( he sits ) what are you doing out here ? ‘

#snovvflake #it's perfect !#( &. THE GIGGLE AT A FUNERAL ! ) --- closed interactions.

stranger !

“ Maybe! It depends. Is your dog dead or… half-dead? ”

a thought is spared for BUSTER. ‘ perhaps only a little less than half. ‘

#( &. THE GIGGLE AT A FUNERAL ! ) --- closed interactions.#sometimes he's here for humor & other times he isn't #but he's thinking about his little dog that doesn't really look like a dog anymore #and he jokes about it because he's morbid af lmao

‘ HAVE YOU SEEN MY DOG ? ‘ /// open !

#marlin voice #/// hAVE YOU SEEN M Y S O N ????#except i actually mean this as an open #someone pay attention to him he's a shit #( &. WHERE THE HORSE IS HITCHED ! ) --- open starters.#open rp #open starter

will HATES having curly hair. but don’t let that fool you, when he is having a panic attack, run your fingers through it. it calms him quicker than any other method ! /// headcanon

#( &. EMPATHIZES WITH MURDERERS ! ) --- headcanons.

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*knocks over chair* *cash register noise* *police sirens* i lOVE U /// @jckiebrkhart

#jckiebrkhart #( &. PAY YOUR FUCKIN' TAXES ! ) --- ooc.#i am literal cry

the walls of his mind are lined with talking corpses. INNOCENCE shrouded in NIGHTMARE, tainted by the blood that stains his hands, his memories. normalcy is ( unattainable ; ) this is proven by the ghosts clawing through him, by the m o n s t e r s who filled the shelves inside his soul. when they speak, he hears a symphony ( ! ) he sees them in his dreams, forged behind his eyelids, everything in him torn apart by the imagination that plagues him. ( he’s going mad. )

‘ DO YOU SEE THEM TOO ? ‘ // open.

#( &. WHERE THE HORSE IS HITCHED ! ) --- open starters.#i 100 percent stole this from my old will blog but i still like it so bite me lmao

things like PEACE & LUCK do not come easily to men like graham. he is prepared for the WORST at all times of day. he awaits gore like an old friend & sees it behind his eyelids. the SPECIAL AGENT, a ( fear operative ) sits on a park bench with his eyes closed. the street is fairly empty, previously filled with vagrants & addicts alike before the abandoned storefronts were gentrified & replaced with parks for the PRIVILEGED.

‘ I AM NOT A SPECTACLE ‘ he voices suddenly. ‘ i would appricate it if you stopped ( staring. ) ‘ /// @rebelvow

#( &. THE GIGGLE AT A FUNERAL ! ) --- closed interactions.#rebelvow

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