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anyway, my fc is flawless

#❛ █ THERE WAS A BROKEN SWITCH SOMEWHERE INSIDE. — jack.#some hardcore overlook!jack vibes

some url playlist thing i snagged from @vencficas ;^)

Hypnotized -- Set It Off I Predict A Riot -- Kaiser Chiefs Sex & Lies -- Nothing More Turn the Lights Out -- Hadouken! Enemies -- Shinedown Mayday [M’aidez] -- People In Planes Plug In Baby -- Muse El Dorado -- EXO Revive -- Hands Like Houses

tagging: fuckin uuuhh @psyclownsis, @evilwork, @serialclown, @diagnonsins, @damnfinecup and whoever else is reading this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#❛ █ I WANT MARK JEFFERSON TO RAW ME. — the mun.

naturaekos

You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.

Buddha (via naturaekos)

#DAMN!! DAMN #❛ █ SELF LOATHING BACKS UP HIS THROAT IN A BITTER WAVE. — musings.

“he now thought that part of his drinking problem had stemmed from an unconscious desire to be free of Stovington and the security he felt was stifling whatever creative urge he had. he had stopped drinking, but the need to be free had been just as great.” ( p. 157 ) “once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. so he manufactured ways in which other people could do it, lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family.” ( p. 275 )

jack + self-destructive tendencies.

#❛ █ HE WAS SUDDENLY SO SICK OF HIMSELF. — character study.

faded-and-dreaming

I’m afraid that I am destructive, that if I have something good, I am compelled to destroy it.

passad-e (via faded-and-dreaming)

#wearily claps hands #i'll post a small snippet from the book in a second #❛ █ SELF LOATHING BACKS UP HIS THROAT IN A BITTER WAVE. — musings.

pencap

no matter what they say the poets the philosophers the singers and the dreamers and the historians you are not a star. there is no fire when you fall. no shower of sparks, no whispered wishes, no tumbling tail of light splitting the sky in half– just cold and ice and wind and winter and the dying echoes of a scream

only the damned and dying stars fall ( j.p. )

#GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN #GESTURES WILDLY TO THE ENTIRE BOOK #❛ █ SELF LOATHING BACKS UP HIS THROAT IN A BITTER WAVE. — musings.

@monstrauma go away i’m trying to watch improv

#he just wants to be part of the cast #i don't blame him #clowns for ts ?? i dunno my dudes

80sgod-deactivated20170302

dont ever talk to me or my 47 destructive tendencies again

#JOHN !! DANIEL !! EDWARD !! TORRANCE #❛ █ SELF LOATHING BACKS UP HIS THROAT IN A BITTER WAVE. — musings.

@monstrauma

HIS VISION IS SWIMMING. he hasn’t had a single drink -- not in a tangible, feel-it-in-your-hand way, but whatever sort of hallucinogenic martinis Lloyd’s been throwing at him have certainly done their job. his feet stumble beneath him with uncertainty, limbs dangling aimlessly by his sides as he staggers down one of the Overlook’s countless hallways. he stumbles, catches himself on the wall, feels the sharp pain in his shoulder on impact die down to a dull ache. a quick, muttered swear and he’s on his way, teetering across the carpet he’s been instructed to keep clean. WELL, FUCK YOU, ULLMAN. I COULD TAKE A SHIT ON THIS CARPET AND NO ONE WOULD KNOW. NO ONE BUT ME, MYSELF AND I. AND I’M NO DIRTY SNITCH !

there’s a self-satisfied grin that stretches across his face, albeit unconsciously, as he entertains the notion for longer than he’d care to admit -- but the grin fades rather quickly as he comes to an abrupt halt, body swaying slightly with the sudden stillness. somewhere down the hallway, a pair of eyes stares back, beneath a thick coat of what appears to be grease paint. his own blue eyes, thick with inebriation, narrow to try and focus on the figure in the distance. warily, he calls -- ( UNMASK, UNMASK ! ) ❛ the fuck are you? ❜

#OOOOO BUDDY I'M SO PUMPED TO FINALLY BE WRITING WITH YOU #monstrauma #monstrauma 001.#❛ █ YOU'VE GOT YOUR POUND OF FLESH AND BLOOD. — threads.#❛ █ HE FELT THAT HE AND IT WERE SIMPATICO. — overlook verse.#this got a lot longer than i intended RIP

@citrained

HE’S HUNGOVER. WHAT ELSE IS NEW? it’s hard to tell, really, with how apt he’s become at faking full sobriety, but the disheveled haircut and slightly askew necktie make it rather obvious that he did not have the most productive of mornings. for Christ’s sake, he can’t even remember if he turned the toaster oven off. ( or -- on? did he even make toast? ) Jack doesn’t intend to be mean, but with the raging headache he’s nursing and a violent mood swing on the rise, the absolute last thing he wants to hear is Courtney Callahan’s shrill, demanding voice cutting through his empty classroom long before the bell had even prepared to ring. ❛ -- Courtney. ❜ shoulders rise briefly before he lets out a long, calming sigh. ❛ i don’t mind answering your questions, but just. keep it down. alright? ❜

#here you get prep school teacher era jack #citrained #citrained 001.#❛ █ YOU'VE GOT YOUR POUND OF FLESH AND BLOOD. — threads.#❛ █ STIFLING WHATEVER CREATIVE URGE HE HAD. — stovington verse.

@drpoisn

MY GOD, THE SCREAMING ! he hasn’t seen an individual writhe like that since ( HE SMASHED HIS OWN WIFE’S RIBS WITH A FUCKING MALLET ) the last time he found himself confined to the bathroom floor, shaky hands gripping desperately at a porcelain rim to keep himself upright. it’s not something he cares to relive, but watching this other man claw at his own face, fingernails effortlessly tearing through flesh and drawing forth streams of red to matte his cheeks, there’s a familiar nausea that rises in his gut and makes him wish he was watching something, anything else. when the screaming dies down and the body before him gradually falls limply to the floor, he turns to the attending doctor, hands balling into trembling fists. nails dig into his palms for some kind of stability, half-crescents reddening his skin. ❛ -- what the fuck did you do to him? ❜

#tbh i.. haven't seen ww #but from what little i've seen of maru i love her #also! i looked through your verses but didn't see any modern ones #so i'm just.. running with this lmao #maybe she's a doctor guilty of malpractice / unethical testing on institutionalized subjects??? idk my dude #❛ █ YOU'VE GOT YOUR POUND OF FLESH AND BLOOD. — threads.#❛ █ SPLINTERED. SHATTERED. HAMMERED APART. — incarcerated verse.

someone on this hellsite: the shining isn’t even a horror movie, men are just like that me, angrily throwing back a shot: the shining is about a severely mentally ill, depressed and suicidal recovering alcoholic trying to provide for and make amends with his family while desperately trying not to become his parents bc he was abused and neglected growing up. jack torrance is a good man with a bad temper that often gets him into trouble and makes him an easy target for the murderous and vengeful spirits of the overlook that corrupt his mind and steal away his entire identity to the point that even his five-year-old son, the light of his life, the reason he lives and breathes, addresses a complete disconnect between jack and the creature / shape. his descent into complete, grief-driven insanity was a major, drawn-out and wonderfully written plot point and if you want to pass his ongoing struggle and nicholson’s shoddy, one-trick “i’m already batshit crazy” performance off as “lol men being men” then by all means, enjoy your ignorant existence far away from me

#I'M SO !!! I SAW THIS POST ON MY DASH THIS MORNING AND I ALMOST LOST IT I SWEAR #❛ █ SHH. QUIET. THE TRASH IS SPEAKING. — ooc.

( you promised. ) ( promises were made to be broken. ) - p. 322-23

“you promised you’d never hit him again.” [ ... ] defeated, she answered herself. he looks beaten. he said: “i always thought i could keep my promises.” - p. 446 ( keep your promise, Mr. Torrance. ) “i will,” he said. - p. 584 “i’ll find it. they promised i could look all i want.” “yes, they promise,” Danny said, “but they lie.” - p. 650

jack + promises.

#❛ █ HE WAS SUDDENLY SO SICK OF HIMSELF. — character study.#child abuse mention //