there's just a meanness in this world.

my heart is a fist of barbed wire.

[guttersniper]

this may be unpleasant to consider, may even be a bad place to begin, but if there were a nicer way to tell this story it wouldn’t be this story.

an independent and selective original character, written by laney. 

an exploration in: rage, grief, a heart too large for a small ribcage, a clever mind, fighting tooth and nail, staying alive and kicking despite despite despite, and the mouse catching the cat.

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[guttersniper]

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[guttersniper]

@millicentclyde, sc.

straight-faced, a single bone-shard finger rises and tap-taps his temple. "i know more than you think."

[rassvetiye]

days like this are good for anatoliy. willingly suffered and relaxing, however stifling the air might be in natures return to a greener version of itself.

he stands beside mutt at the edge of the bridge as he raises an eyebrow down at the meandering stream. threading line into one of the fishing rods.

" it might be cold. " he tells mutt, pretending that he expects this to somehow change the answer. pointing out the natural path down to the bank of river rocks, " we'll go down there. you can check. "

[guttersniper]

"i like it when it's cold," he replies, curt by default, making his way down the path before anatoliy can dig into his words and find—or make—a fault in them.

maybe he's intentionally being contrary for contrariness sake, but there's a kernal of truth in there somewhere. he's so used to urban jungles. cold freshwater gives him the same feeling bare earth beneath and between his toes does. wakes him up. makes everything else seem like bullshit, dwarfed by nature's indifference.

mutt doesn't know how to relax. the scrim of his shoulders will always be taut as wire and straight as steel, but he feels close enough, squatting beside the river and inhaling forest smell.

[guttersniper]

@zheurgeist, sc.

the cut muscle of his tongue presses flush up to the backs of his front teeth. then, "i don't expect a thank you, but i don't like being talked to like i don't know what's between my own ears."

[guttersniper]

mutt is not shy. far from it. what he is is guarded and extremely private, but not shy. beneath his thorniness, he is largely extroverted. he is eminently capable of making friends with all kinds of people when he intends to—and sometimes even when he doesn't. he is charming in his own weird little way, though you'd hardly know it by looking at him.

[guttersniper]

@spxnglr, sc.

mutt fidgets with his zippo, scuffed gunmetal grey with a faded ace on the front. flame, extinguish, flame, extinguish—this continues until he finally snaps it closed, the noise sharp with finality. like it took a finger with it.

"what do you want from me, card tricks?"

[guttersniper]

COMING SOON: GUTTERSNIPER. Presented by HBO.

[guttersniper]

i'm seriously in love with how many of my mutuals know each other and write with each other. it makes the dash so much richer and comfortable and opens so many doors for shenanigans and collaborative storytelling! wouldathunkit.

[pierppasolini]

Totally Fucked Up (1993) // dir. Gregg Araki

[tiffsmemes]

the women of brewster place taken from the 1982 gloria naylor book.

i think it needs a band-aid.

you don’t give a damn about me.

is that what a dumb-ass looks like when it grows up?

because i love you.

did that cranky old woman really call the cops?

now go wash up for breakfast. you’re still in pajamas.

a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days.

i promise. i will hate you.

i think i’ll take some aspirin and lay down.

my god, child, what happened to you?

other than that, i got nothing to say to you.

and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay in that tub.

where’s your revolution now?

it kinda gives you a funny feeling when you think about it that way, though.

aw, hush your fussing.

but i’ll never be a republican.

son-of-a-bitch! son-of-a-fucking-bitch!

i never knew till then why they called it angel food. took one bite and thought i had died and gone to heaven.

honey, we still got time, don’t you want to sit and talk?

it’s just like a miracle, to think it stopped raining today of all days.

i’m just chickenshit around here, huh?

if i can’t walk out of this house without you tonight, there’ll be nothing left in me to love you. and i’m trying, i’m trying so hard to hold on to that.

what a way to talk.

can’t there be just one morning of peace and quiet in this house.

i need a band-aid, you got a band-aid?

it’s really nice of you to come by. you should do it more often.

don’t put words into my mouth. i’m perfectly capable of saying what i mean.

can’t i cook breakfast in peace?

[tiffsmemes]

thank you, m’am taken from the 1958 langston hughes story.

and your face is dirty. i got a great mind to wash your face for you.

you might run that comb through your hair so you will look presentable.

you could of asked me.

i’m very sorry, i’m sorry.

i was going to make cocoa out of this canned milk i got here.

then, you go to that sink and wash your face.

eat some more, son.

then it will get washed this evening.

if i turn you loose, will you run?

that will be fine.

let the water run until it gets warm. here’s a clean towel.

then we’ll eat.

you gonna take me to jail?

but i wish you would behave yourself, son, from here on in.

do you need somebody to go to the store, maybe to get some milk or something?

there’s nobody home at my house.

behave yourself, boy!

what is your name?

now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some ___.

you a lie!

i were young once and i wanted things i could not get.

now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?

you ought to be my son. i would teach you right from wrong. least i can do right now is to wash your face.

what did you want to do it for?

i have done things, too, which i would not tell you, son – neither tell god, if he didn’t already know.

was i bothering you when i turned that corner?

but you put yourself in contact with me. if you think that that contact is not going to last awhile, you got another thought coming.

i got to get my rest now.

you thought i was going to say but, didn’t you?

[guttersniper]

@duran-duran-esq, sc.

glass coke bottle is gingerly held to his bruised forehead. slipping in and out of the bodega without paying proved easy. guy who runs it owes him anyway.

mutt grimaces, in vexation rather than from pain.

"context clues, esquire."

[duran-duran-esq]

⚖️You’ve Reached Durán Law: @guttersniper liked this post for a starter.

"No, I get it. You have to do what you need to survive."

[guttersniper]

mutt stares at her, unblinking, trying to detect sarcasm. finding none, his jaw loosens.

"life's a bitch then you die."

[guttersniper]

@schmonyschmawk, sc.

mutt likes the kid. truly, he does, but her words cause his eyes to narrow.

"my shit talking has truth behind it." you got a father. he cares about you, he's going to ask you what's wrong, why you got that busted-up face, and— "what was it this time?"

[guttersniper]

@her0eswelcome, sc.

a part of him wants to flinch at the sudden singing. he nearly did. his hands clench so tight into the edge of his wagon seat, he swears it splinters into the toughness of his palm.

"just drive, caleb."

[guttersniper]

like for a starter so i can rotate mutt in my mind productively. yall know the drill.