𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧  𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧    𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝      𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫 . (   𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬  &  𝐛𝐢𝐨  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 .  )

[mkgifs]

[gorebath]

PINKMANIPULATED

“ yo, miss tali. i’ll be there in a sec. ”   jesse’s never been all that afraid of going to the dentist; call it a sign of his middle-class upbringing, an early opportunity in life to get used to it, and a chance to be around adults who weren’t his parents. as an adult now, he’s just as cooperative with hygienists; after all, keeping a nice set of teeth with his current addiction requires dedication most tweakers don’t seem to have. & with those very pearly whites, he smiles as he approaches her, following down the hall.

taking a seat on the chair in her office, he makes himself at home, legs crossed and elbow propped up against the arm rest.   “ it’s been a hot minute since i was here last. you been doin’ okay? ”

she’s always teetering in the middle of entertained and awkward in his presence. finds herself fighting a disconcerting look or biting back a genuine smile at his wholesome quips. it proves difficult to decide on an identity around him from the minute he settles into her office  ––  formal back and forths don’t seem to fit the nature of their relationship. particularly not when he’s starting every other sentence with yo and sparking up conversation like they’ve been pals for eons. 

tali’s back is to him as he makes himself comfortable.  she gives her clipboard a brief once over and paces over to the sink to wash her hands.  “  just fine ... no complaints.  ”  it’s an easy lie she’s had plenty of practice telling.  brief and dry,  rarely ever warranting another string of questions that she has to  bullshit  her way through.  “  are  you  doing okay?  ”  always the more important question.  she snatches a couple paper towels from the dispenser overhead like clockwork,  thoroughly drying hasty hands with a curious glance spared toward him in-between.  “  give it to me straight,  pinkman.  how much damage are we lookin' at today?  ”

[gorebath]

//  @PINKMANIPULATED

“  pinkman.  ”  a quiet click of her tongue pairs with a flickering of the eyes to survey the waiting area.  there’s a knowing look that cracks her features like daybreak when jesse’s caught in her line of sight.  “  jesse  pinkman?  ”  tali’s unduly grave nature is always flushed with a  wave of relief  upon finding a familiar face awaiting a check up.  moreso patients like him :  personable and  easy to accommodate.  he,  in particular,  has always been a pleasure to examine in spite of his sometimes incessant gabbling. 

a minute lilt of her head offers in the general direction of her office,  turn of her feet and first few steps down the hall proceeding the assumption that he knows the room by now. ​

[violadvis]

[gorebath]

STILINSKHE

          𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄     𝐀     𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘     𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇     𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃     𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒,     𝐇𝐄     𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒     𝐀     𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄     𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     it     comes     in     the     form     of     a     bag     of     pistachios,     but     the     bags     under     her     eyes     seem     to     match     his     𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁     𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆.     it’s     not     that     insomnia     plagues     him,     it’s     that     stiles     likes     to     avoid     nightmares.          ❛     they     help     with     falling     asleep.     ❜          /          @gorebath​

          𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏  ––  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓.   𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒   𝐀   𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇  of  defense.     his  motion  cues  an  infinitesimal  twitch  of  thumbs   in  her  lap  and  a   flicker  of  cloudy  eyes  to  inspect  the  benefaction.  a  proposed  antidote ...  unwarranted.   peculiar  at  best.   the  corners  of  her  lips  offer  a  barely there  upturn ;  part   courtesy,  part  amusement.  ❛  says who?  ❜  a  careful  tilt  of  the  head  gets  him  in  her  always  cynical  line  of  sight. 

[gorebath]

one  brooding  girl .

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[meanwhilepoetry]

She bears pain better than most and that’s why people do not think she is struggling. They do not recognise she is hurting each time her lungs inhale and exhale, how every breath feels like a dozen stab wounds.

Nikita Gill

[gorebath]

//  tag drop.

[gorebath]

                          … why do i find myself missing a life that never even was ? 

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

a woman rubbing the mirror until she is gone

Blue Hour; On Earth, Carolyn Forché