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@grectunwcshed
I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.
I know this place in California that I really think you’d like
Michael + Curls - 1x02
Krypto the Superdog in Titans ep.6
@fuckingvictus
characters throughout season one — michael guerin
fuckingvictus:
he’ll scoff at the compliment he received from the other, not really buying it. he was john cheese, to say the least. he probably didn’t really care all that much about him. not like he cared for dave and amy, but he took whatever he could get. he didn’t want to feel so alone in this fucked up scenario anymore. “what? did you still try to open it? john cheese is not a man frightened by a flaccid penis, yo.” he’ll scoff, giving him a goofy smirk. “ya’ but it’s more fun ta’ take things from ya’, don’t you know, dude?” a smug smirk as he brings the cigarette back to his lips once more.
he could probably make an argument out of the scoff. insist that he means it when he tells justin he’s important. in whatever grand scheme of things john might not know, but to john personally. right up there with dave, and amy. maybe more than amy, because she’d started out being important before she was important to dave, and good for him. “fuckin’ would’ve. dave started with this shit about ‘this door cannot be opened’ but before i could get up there and show this door dick how to really knock on wood the whole basement started filling with shit. had to find a faster route out.” dave still scoffs at him, asking if he planned to jack it off to get out of the room, but john’s pretty sure he could’ve figured it out. “more fun when i already got the good shit into the filter for you?”
Michael Vlamis - pool day | 🎥 his IG stories
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It’s kind of a long story, but now we can see things sometimes.
fuckingvictus:
for justin? he felt like things were never easy. high school was kind of easy for him if he ignored the fact his dad was in jail and his mother was an alcoholic. he was a jock, star player on the basketball team and his dad still bought him a red mustang for his eighteenth birthday. yes, from jail. he was kind of a big deal in the drug world, had connections. though, he always seemed to poison himself which is why he’s not really alive anymore is he? no, he’s just a carbon copy of a guy that got blown to meaty pieces. “man, they can’t take my dick, yo. that’s really the only part of me that’s important, yanno what i mean?” a laugh leaves him as he sneaks his hand forward, taking his cigarette and placing it between his own lips.
“i mean,” green eyes narrow on him for long moments, letting out a breath as he considers justin, shoulder lifting a little against the other as he lets out a breath. “pretty sure all of ya’s important. like, can ya’ imagine if They just took everything but ya’ dick? this one time, a doorknob turned into a flaccid dick, and it woulda been way more impressive attached t’a body.” he shrugs mildly, nose wrinkling as justin takes his cigarette, letting out a breath as he does. “i have more of those, ya’ know? don’t have to jack mine.” the words are mumbled, head shaking as he reaches for the pack in his pocket. he doesn’t mind sharing, honestly, but still. the argument counts.
wearycrown
“obviously, if that ever happens, all of you are going to have to knock harry out and tie her up so she doesn’t come after me.” it wouldn’t do much good, clarke realizes this. but it’s all hypothetical, anyways. she doesn’t plan on anything happening to her anytime soon. when he says madi’s name, the little girl blinks up at him, lips pressing together like she’s not quite sure what to think of him. sometimes, clarke feels the same way. but there’s a grudging trust there, as well, because they’re all in the same situation together. “you startled her, that’s all. i’m… getting the impression that she wasn’t left behind willingly.” although she didn’t know what exactly happened, clarke had a feeling it wasn’t good. and there wasn’t any way in hell that she was going to leave the little girl alone for the night.
“i’m not sure how suicidal you think i might be, but i do not want to be the person to get between harry and finding you. you’ve seen her crazy eyes when she threatens to skin someone alive if they don’t get the hell out of her way.” he’s heard it happen, and he’s actually really glad he’s not been on the receiving end of it just yet. he doesn’t plan on it. his hands fit in his pocket with a grunt, breath pulling form him as he considers the child and clarke. “well,” he sighs, swallowing as he shifts his weight. “then, you might want to ask her if she wants to come with us. we should get moving before it starts to really get dark. I’m not leaving you out here, so it’s all or nothing, and harry’s going to worry and harass bellamy into a search party.”
this is a mood if I ever saw one
@fuckingvictus idk why I just thought you needed to see this
fuckingvictus:
oh, justin knew how the shadowmen worked. how They seemed to always remind him that he wasn’t his own person anymore. that the real justin white was dead and blown into thousands of meaty chunks, rotting in another dimension somewhere. how he was just a carbon copy, but he wasn’t the real thing and he’d never be the real thing. that he wasn’t in charge of himself anymore, but simply a monster. a grunt leaves him whenever he’s pulled a little closer. justin was never one to be physically affectionate so john better take was he could get. “i think if i tried to skullfuck Them they’d make my dick disappear real quick and i’d look like a fuckin’ ken doll, yo.”
john has tried to find a time when things were simple, easy, and made sense. and, has found for the most part if he’s high, things are just easier, but nothing is ever simple, no matter what he’s poisoning himself with that day and it something’s good, he’s got to roll with it. so, he leaves his arm looped over justin’s shoulders because it’s good and he’s gonna roll with it. “shit, dude,” he pauses with a frown, getting a clear image of that, head shaking a little. “alright, that wasn’t my best idea. scratch that shit, we’ll come up with something better. gotta avoid letting Them take anything they haven’t already. “ he grunts, head shaking a little, reaching to llight another cigarette. “we need a better plan. i don’t know if silicone butts are going to help this time.”
