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[inevitablexending]

" i wasn’t staring ” he’s standing in the elevator with her. this woman who has decided to step foot in the worn-down, vandalised wooden box. each movement it makes, up and down, sounds as if one of the cogs at any moment may rust and cause it to just drop. somehow, each time it doesn’t. somehow, each time, arthur is disappointed that it doesn’t. he speaks to her, his voice so quiet, as if speaking may make it worse. but arthur has found that people are uncomfortable around him. ‘ they find you fucking weird, arthur ’ his own boss had said to him earlier today, referring to his colleagues. ‘ they find you fucking weird, but i like you but- ’ and there’s always but’s if only because they keep the opportunities open for them to take advantage of arthur. 

“ i was just- ” he had noticed her when she stepped in. if only because he was surprised she got in the same space as him. because arthur walks around, usually, with a large invisible aura around him that repulses people and keeps them away. “ - t-the elevator. the sounds - i was- ” he was listening to the sudden thud he heard in the ceiling of the elevator, but when he’d looked away he’d looked at her. and now he’s speaking, where speaking isn’t necessary. so he looks away again. eyes, firmly glued to a sticky spot on the floor, where gum has begun to grow moldy.  

@cultkiid​

[inevitablexending]

he listens to her story. haunted. everyone died. how she had come back and seen nothing for her. and how the only option was suicide. what a waste of a life. but he thinks there's some humor to it. if only because he sees it from the perspective of a woman who had given up, who had thought death would be the one way out, but even her death sounds as painful as those moments in her life were. “ and died? ” he's slightly leaning on the sides of his feet. in anticipation despite the doors beginning to open for his floor. how his feet are beginning to walk in the direction, but half of his body twisted, as though waiting for confirmation from the woman in the elevator who tells stories. he'll remember her. he'll hope she'll have more stories to tell.

he finds it funny. funny. humor is subjective, is what they say, but whenever arthur has something to laugh about he's always met with a concerned or disgusted grimace from anyone who has overheard or seen the sight of him. and he can't seem to help himself now, mouth upturning into a wicked smile and tongue, laid flat as though to make room in his mouth for the laughter that's escaping. but he covers his mouth quickly, fast, as if to muffle the sound. with a sort of unapologetic innocence a child would have when they knew they've done something wrong but think they can hide visible guilt or visible satisfaction at the wrongdoing. 

“ y-yeah it's my-” he can't get a word out between his laughter. some of which is stirred on by his uncontrollable, compulsion to laugh. a condition he has developed from head trauma that correlates with years of childhood abuse, and even if it had a chance to recover, the abuse he receives as an adult - constant beatings by strangers in the street using him as a punching bag - wouldn't allow it. he manages to suck in a deep breath, enough to hold the tickling in his throat of laughter yearning to continue. not because he finds it funny now. but because it refuses to stop. “ thank you ” he says, as his feet begin to exit him from the elevator. “ maybe next time, i’ll have something to tell you ” 

[soulprompts]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[inevitablexending]

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[inevitablexending]

" i wasn’t staring ” he’s standing in the elevator with her. this woman who has decided to step foot in the worn-down, vandalised wooden box. each movement it makes, up and down, sounds as if one of the cogs at any moment may rust and cause it to just drop. somehow, each time it doesn’t. somehow, each time, arthur is disappointed that it doesn’t. he speaks to her, his voice so quiet, as if speaking may make it worse. but arthur has found that people are uncomfortable around him. ‘ they find you fucking weird, arthur ’ his own boss had said to him earlier today, referring to his colleagues. ‘ they find you fucking weird, but i like you but- ’ and there’s always but’s if only because they keep the opportunities open for them to take advantage of arthur. 

“ i was just- ” he had noticed her when she stepped in. if only because he was surprised she got in the same space as him. because arthur walks around, usually, with a large invisible aura around him that repulses people and keeps them away. “ - t-the elevator. the sounds - i was- ” he was listening to the sudden thud he heard in the ceiling of the elevator, but when he’d looked away he’d looked at her. and now he’s speaking, where speaking isn’t necessary. so he looks away again. eyes, firmly glued to a sticky spot on the floor, where gum has begun to grow moldy.  

@cultkiid​

[betweenmuses]

Closed starter for @inevitablexending​ (who liked this post)

Camila couldn’t believe that she had actually let her friends set her up for the night.  She’d had terrible dating history since attending college in America, and her friends had hoped that tonight would turn her mood around.  It was always so awkward when Camila got set up with a stranger, but she at least agreed (only because when the time came her friends would owe her a favor and she’d certainly take them up on it).  She knew absolutely nothing of the person they had set her up with either, all that she knew was that she was handed an address to a bar and told to be there at eight o’clock.  She was never one to be late, instead quite early, a glass of wine in hand as she tried to figure out who she’d be spending her night with as she watched each stranger walk through the doors.

[inevitablexending]

what is he meant to do? he’s been in the bar for the past hour. his fingers, distressed at the sticky sensation of the bar countertop. a futile attempt by bar staff to clean the wooden surface - and that’s presuming that they do so. hygiene. max has a thing about hygiene. he’s obsessive about it to say the least, and he can imagine some textbook psychologist would get a real sense of pride at reciting words they’d read directly from a medical book to him. they’d diagnose max in seconds. but there are many things wrong with max, according to society. and the fact he is high maintenance about hygiene is the least of what their concerns should be around. max has been listening to conversations going on around him. men talking to women. mansplaining to them. women fake laughing or laughing too much at something, if only because they’re desperate for a connection they have not yet achieved with another human being. another companion. 

and all it reminds him of is how fourteen hours earlier he had been torturing a woman, for no other reason than to quench this incessant need for violence. and she had lied to him about companionship. showing to him, how desperate she were for her life, while also providing him with enough knowledge in her state of fear, about how she most likely yearned for something more in her future - a husband, a family, the traditional american dream - which she would not achieve because of max’s presence. ‘ i have a husband! he’ll be worried about me, he’ll look for me! ’ little did she know that max already knew all he needed to know. and little did she know these attempts to feign a connection with him that is human, doesn’t work on an individual who thinks he’s bigger than god. 

“ i can guarantee they aren’t coming ” he says all of a sudden, his voice, raised enough to be heard by her earshot. he’s been watching her occasionally. how she sits. her body language. how she drinks her wine. alone. how she occasionally seems to fidget. he can only calculate what the cause is. “ if it’s a blind date, ” he begins with ‘ if ‘ but max is too smart to get things wrong. and if he is wrong, he finds great humiliation in it, like a cat that’s been witnessed losing its balance. “ they’ll be far too intimidated by a woman who has the balls to say yes to a blind date ” 

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[melis-writes]

ARTHUR FLECK | JOKER (2019) dir. Todd Phillips.

[arthurflecc]

“McCleary said you were brutal.”

“I can be”

[yocalio]

Gladiator (2000) Dir. Ridley Scott

[inevitablexending]

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[inevitablexending]

open to m/f - open to all

“ i don’t know what i’m doing ” he speaks to the other down the phone. the first person he seems to call every single time there’s a problem, a challenge, or simply for an outlet to vent to on life. he had been so serious at the beginning of this conversation. panicked. feeling off edge because the path he felt he was meant to be following had gone askew. but the more he speaks to them, hears their answer, the inflictions of their tone and the vocabulary they use - all familiar and comforting - the more he seems to let his guard down. “ am i meant to know what i’m fucking doing? ” his eyes squint, lines slightly appearing on the corner of his eyes as he lets out a small laugh, almost as though, now on mutual ground with the other about the ridiculousness of it all. 

[ohisms]

↪   𝑩𝑼𝑹𝒀 𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  lyric  starters  from  the  band  dead poet society .  feel  free  to  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .  )

i  know  you  said  you’re  busy  at  the  moment ,  but  i  think  you’re  lying .

i  want  you  to  give  me  a  reason  to  leave .

you  don’t  get  it ,  do  you ?

you  use  me  when  you  need  a  hit .

what's  it  cost  for  a  minute  of  your  heart  and  soul ?

my  state  of  mind’s  been  steadily  dropping .

might  as  well  just  hold  my  tongue ,  it’s  nothing  you  would  understand .

i  don’t  really  know  myself .

thoughts  of  you  are  racing  in  my  mind .

oh ,  you  had  me  for  a  moment .

you  took  it  out  on  me  when  it  got  hard .

i  know  you’re  mocking  my  name .

i  don’t  understand  why  i’m  so  afraid  of  who  i  am .

i’m  done .  i’m  leaving .

no ,  you  don’t  care  anyways .

take  me  home .

if  this  isn’t  love ,  then  i’ll  stop  now .

take  your  coat ,  don’t  get  cold .

you  never  loved  me .  you  didn’t  want  me .

give  me  something  real .

god ,  it  feels  like  i’ve  been  here  before .

i  feel  like  we’re  drifting  apart .

i  never  loved  myself  like  i  love  you .

maybe  you  could  help  me .

i  heard  your  friends  say  that  you  think  you're  better  off .

you’ll  never  understand .

i’ve  got  enough  friends .

i’m  finding  it  harder  to  fit  in .

why  are  you  afraid  to  die ?

it’s  nothing  you  would  understand .

god  help  you ,  darling .

tonight  it’s  hard  for  me  to  care .

can  you  swear  i’ll  be  yours ?

baby ,  it’s  too  late  to  talk .

you  say  that  you  love  me  but  you  never  could .

there's  nothing  more  that  i'd  like  than  to  be  yours  for  life .

i  don’t  wanna  go  out  tonight .

i  thought  that  i  could  trust  you .

i’m  leaving  you  cause  the  pain  isn’t  worth  it .

don’t  pretend  to  love  me  when  you’re  feeling  alone .

run  your  mouth  like  you  do  so  well ,  you  did  this  to  yourself .

i  love  you .  don’t  ask  why ,  it’s  just  because  i  do .

i  know  you’re  mine .

you  feel  so  lovely  when  you  touch  me .

you  don’t  wanna  change .

i’ll  say  the  words  and  you’ll  listen .

you  don’t  love  me .

who  am  i  to  hold  you  back ?

i  need  to  know  the  truth .

why’d  you  have  to  say  it ?

i’m  running  out  of  time .

the  self - loathing  comes  and  goes .

fighting  is  doing  no  good .

fuck  it ,  just  drive .

have  you  been  here  before ?

no ,  you  think  i’m  fucking  lazy .

baby ,  i  swear  i  tried .

i’m  dying  to  see  you  again .

i’m  finding  it  harder  to  feel  brave .

don't  make  me  feel  like  i  did  this  all  wrong .

something  in  your  eyes  just  gives  it  away .

it’s  only  in  my  head ,  but  it’s  not  gonna  change .

hit  me  up  anytime  you  want .

maybe  you  could  show  me  another  way  out .

we  should  go  before  i  change  my  mind .

i  know  you’ve  seen  it  but  you’re  not  replying .

fuck  you ,  anyways .

who  am  i  to  hold  you  back  from  finding  someone  who  can  love  you  like  that ?

tell  me  what  the  fuck  you’ve  done ,  i’ll  wait .

i’d  rather  stay  here  and  wait .

i  think  i  might  slip  away .

i’m  so  scared  that  all  of  my  worst  fears  have  followed  me  out  here .

i  swear  it’s  all  about  to  change .

tell  me  it’s  hard  being  you .

i  know  i’m  sounding  crazy .

oh  god ,  i  need  a  change  of  pace .

i’ve  got  enough  friends ,  nobody  else  needs  to  know  my  name .

i  don’t  think  you  realize  just  what  you  do  to  me .

i  can’t  help  but  overanalyze .

you  think  you  can  demand  respect ?

i’m  mad  at  myself .

you  did  this  to  yourself .

i  know  you’re  probably  over  it ,  but  i’m  not  there  at  all .

i  really  wanna  get  away  for  the  weekend .

i’m  tired  and  i’m  fucked  up .

you  don’t  know  what  i’m  feeling .

standing  here ,  i  know  i’m  home .

[0paliite]

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lacey paused the reality show in front of them, freezing the screen as she looked over at the other. “okay, you’ve been watching this with me for almost three hours. i thought you hated this show.” it was a modeling competition show, filled with crying and drama over nothing. sometimes it even had lacey rolling her eyes. “what’s going on with you?”

[inevitablexending]

" lacey, ” he wants to interrupt her. part of him, to tell her to shut her fucking mouth. they get along well, and yet max has a short temper. he has a monstrous streak in him that he doesn’t like to show her. he tries to create boundaries with her and himself, and yet lately he has found that all boundaries in his life lately are crumbling. and not because he’s resisting it when he should be too. if anything, he’s giving into all intrusive thoughts and allowing them to make him stronger. and the best he can do at the moment is to behave like some normal person. and yet he feels a shell of himself. but this isn’t a bad thing, because he feels like his soul has left his body and he’s become some sort of all knowing, powerful being. and how ludicrous does that sound outloud? “ i need you to tell anyone who asks that i was here last wednesday ” he tells her. “ all night ” he asserts, his fingers, drumming against the arm of the couch. his eyes stuck on the freeze frame of the television. the model on screen, caught in some frozen angle that makes her look like a codfish. “ and that’s all i’m asking you to do ” 

[inevitablexending]

" i don’t like to repeat myself ” 

he had been in a calm mood before he had interacted with this familiar face. to anyone else, perhaps this person is fine to be around, and does not stir the smallest ounce of frustration within them. but for max, they do. max, who is high maintenance, a short tempered man, well-educated and cultured, and importantly, a serial killer. years have gone by with max uncaught. taking it upon himself to go under different aliases, and blending so easily into the herd of sheep that is the rest of this fucking population. and yet lately he has been caught in ties with the person opposite him. some kind of strange tango they seem to have between them. some unestablished relationship and he hopes it will continue that way. if only because he can see no reason for their use other than to take his anger out on. to dismember and kill at the strength of his hands. for max is an almighty being. a self-proclaimed god. and although some may shake their heads and scoff at the egotism of such an accusation, they soon take back the words when their last breath pronounces the words, ‘ my god ’ while he’s snapping their vertebrae. 

“ and i know that the one brain cell you do fucking have must be working at something. ” he mutters. his words, always direct and far too honest to a point of insulting. crude and cruel. “ so tell me it’s for fucking listening and not just there to tell you when to stop jerking your genitals raw ” 

[0paliite]

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lacey paused the reality show in front of them, freezing the screen as she looked over at the other. “okay, you’ve been watching this with me for almost three hours. i thought you hated this show.” it was a modeling competition show, filled with crying and drama over nothing. sometimes it even had lacey rolling her eyes. “what’s going on with you?”

[inevitablexending]

he can feel it floating through his veins, and cloaking his entire being. boredom. and yet he has been watching the same trashy, nonsensical, braincell reducing show as she for the past three hours. and not one complaint coming from him. maybe it’s because he’s been trapped within the walls of his mind for that entire time, going on anxiety-riddled journey’s in the maze of his mind. " why does anything have to be going on? isn’t this what you want? ” he tries to smile it off, as if to insinuate that she’s picking up on something that isn’t there. but it is. even max’s pattern of speech, his unusual reduction of cursing and crude words. and then suddenly: “ fuck it, lacey. you’re not happy when i’m fucking watching this shit show and you’re not happy when i’m calling it rat shit either ” 

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :       ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS .   」  * change pronouns as needed.

ENEMIES :

‘ don’t act so coy. ’

‘ you! ’

‘ you don’t deserve them. ’

‘ you will never get away with this. ’

‘ i won’t rest until i find you again. ’ 

‘ how dare you pretend to be her friend. ’

‘ does she know the truth about you? ’

‘ how could you do this? ’

‘ this isn’t you. ’

‘ i will be the one who kills you. ’

TO FRIENDS : 

‘ don’t act like you care. ’

‘ i never saw this coming. ’

‘ i’d call it an uneasy alliance if anything. ’

‘ you’re not so bad. ’

‘ i’m trying to trust you, but that’s going to take some time. ’

‘ just because we’re friends doesn’t mean i’m going any easier on you. ’

‘ i’m glad i have you now. ’

‘ try to keep up. ’

‘ so we’re cool now? ’ 

‘ don’t feel like you have to leave just because i got here. ’

TO LOVERS : 

‘ we shouldn’t be doing this. ’

‘ we’ve come a long way, you and i. ’

‘ one more time? for old times’ sake. ’

‘ i want you. ’

‘ i don’t care about anything else. ’

‘ you’re the one for me. ’

‘ i can’t deny it anymore. ’

‘ come to me. ’ 

‘ i just wanted to let you know… ’

‘ please, stay. ’