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who killed miss moira o'hara?
have you seen this woman?
I miss my mallory blog already sTOP ME
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i wasn’t looking for this. ( @packruled )
“ is this not what every man wants, though? ”
Cant of her head to the side, accusing raise of her brow – Moira knows men, and in her long, long experience with them, she has learned just how they think and act. A sad notion, she misses the naivety she lived with when she was alive, however, she also muses that this is the only way to survive her current existence – shed her innocence like a snake’s skin.
She’s testing him, she wonders if he notices – she’s trying to see just how much like the other men he can be, because Moira has already decided she’s determined to get him to dig up her corpse from underneath that gazebo, and if it means she will have to get on her knees for him, she will. But then, something changes, he voices his discomfort out loud, and Moira can tell, through hitched breathing and heated skin, that he’s honest.
It bemuses her, as it does the fact that his skin feels like it’s on fire to her touch – it doesn’t really feel entirely human.
She’ll shift on his lap, stocking- clad legs cling to each of his sides, and she waits for him to react – give in, push her away, by now, she’s almost expectant, “ why are you really here, Mr. Jones? ”
oh, thank you for that lovely image ( @packruled )
“ you’re welcome. my aim is to please. ”
Sardonic little bite, barely an upturn of her lips denotes slight amusement in the crinkles on his forehead, the scrunching of his nose. She knows not how the man has managed to end up in this house, though it seems to her that some sort of criminal organization has bought it. It’s not the first time motorcycle gangs crash inside the infamous building, though very little manage to leave unscathed.
And perhaps she’s got a plan, or a desire for human connection she’s been lacking for what feels like eons, but she finds herself sharing with the stranger the gruesome tales that hide beneath the fading wallpaper – it’s partially a warning. Stay way, leave whilst you can. Moira resents men to her very core, her eternal existence has been made bitter by them, and even so, more often than not, they remain the key to her freedom.
“ you wanted to know about the house, didn’t you? now you know what’s beneath that gazebo. ” idle shrug, she’ll press herself against his leather - clad back, perch one hand on his shoulder, fingertips brush against cheap material – she’s conflicted at the moment. A part of her wants him to leave, spare her the annoyance of having to teach another ghost how to behave. However, the fact remains that living humans in the house means a chance for eternal rest – a chance to abandon her perpetual Limbo. And so, hands snake up to his front, begin removing the jacket with slow, suggestive movements, “ if you want, I can help you get that image out of your head – I’m good at creating fantasies. ”
ahs murder house except it’s like the clue movie.
at this point when something goes wrong i’m like “yeah, i should have figured.”
the kominsky method : chapter ten –– starters.
every day without you is a day filled with sunshine and lollipops.
how did i not put a pillow over you head when i had the chance?
did you ever think about telling me?
you’re such a hypocrite.
look at you, connecting the dots.
so this does not creep you out at all?
you’re talking to a man who’s got no problem dropping a deuce in a gender-neutral bathroom.
oh, thank you for that lovely image.
you are the worst mistake i ever made in my life.
i don’t need any help.
be sure and put that on my tombstone.
my ass is killing me.
what ass? you don’t have an ass.
what are you talking about? i happen to have a very substantial booty.
that’s all i have to say on the subject.
i didn’t think there was any more happiness left for me.
what do you say we open this sucker up?
i wasn’t looking for this.
that’s what shit does. it happens. shit happens.
you never told me how the two of you met.
in the words of rick blaine, i hope this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
he’s dead, right?
does protocol dictate now that i inquire about your tush?
it’s that or i sleep with my ass in a salad bowl.
we’re both falling apart.
thank you for a really lovely evening.
if you need anything, i’m not far. i’m just down the hall.
i was so high, i couldn’t get out of the porta-potty.
they’re all dead.
i think she expects me to have sex with her tonight.
it seems to me that in order to honor the wishes of your deceased wife, you have no choice but to fuck your old girlfriend.
don’t be crude.
she could probably, almost certainly do better.
what kind of a man tells a woman that?
it’s more of a sword than a dagger.
how’s it going with the geriatric boyfriend?
you’ll always be my first love.
you want to blow a joint?
my darling, i don’t care if anything happens. i just want to be with you.
is it okay if i sleep on the right side of the bed?
i think i’m gonna cry again.
“I wish it could always be like this.”
“You’re always there for me.”
“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”
“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”
“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.”
“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”
“I like it when the worlds quiet.”
“There’s a place for us somewhere.”
“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”
“Your hearts beating so fast.”
“They don’t know what they want.”
“You don’t know what you want.”
“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”
“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I miss the old you.”
“Nostalgias a trap.”
“Aliens are out there.”
“Did you hear that?”
“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”
“What time is it?”
“But why would they abduct cows?”
“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.”
“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”
“What do you believe in?”
“What happens after we die?”
“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?”
“And what’s your excuse?”
“You’ll get it together soon.”
“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”
“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”
“You keep quiet and we both lose.”
“I wish I could save this forever.”
“When did you realize you were in love with me?”
“The rooms spinning.”
“I loved you long before you knew.”
“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”
“The Universe is too big for that.”
“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”
“I’d come back to haunt you.”
“Would you come back to haunt me?”
“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”
“Tell me a secret.”
“Why haven’t you told anyone?”
“I wish we knew each other sooner.”
“You’re a game changer.”
“I’m a game changer.”
“Don’t ignore fate.”
“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”
“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”
“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.”
three word starters pt. 2
“don’t you dare.”
“look at me.”
“just forget it.”
“i’m not mad.”
“you’re being mean.”
“what a mess.”
“you are perfect.”
“jesus fucking christ.”
“you’ll be okay.”
“take a seat.”
“don’t let go.”
“oh my god.”
“you’re the worst.”
“you’re my favorite.”
“i ruined everything.”
“you ruined everything.”
“just trust me.”
“i’m not drunk.”
“i feel lost.”
“i’m so alone.”
“you’re not alone.”
“hold onto me.”
“just come here.”
“stay the night.”
“please just go.”
“please don’t go.”
' jesus christ ! ' ( @stackhousetm )
Implacable posture, standing now on the other side of the closed bathroom door, Moira offers a cant of her head the moment words are exhaled by the man with a hiss – the corners of her lips remain set in stone, yet a tiny hint of a smirk is perhaps visible if one bothers to look long enough. And in her hands, she carries a bundle of fresh towels, pristine and smelling of lavender – a heavy contrast with the murky scent of moss and decay filling the house.
“ did I frighten you, Mr. Stackhouse? are you perhaps not used to a woman seeing you naked? ” words are articulated slowly, each create a mocking purse of her lips – she feels no bashfulness in walking in on their newest guest in the shower, and she knows he doesn’t either. It’s simply the shock of being caught off guard that seems to bother him – men enjoy pretending they have the perpetual upper hand.
“ I simply came here to bring you more towels. I’m sorry to have disrupted your alone time. ” smirk accentuates a bit more on roseate lips, and her eyes that remained fixated on him make a descent down his body, all the way to his calves and up again – gaze remain unreadable, yet a glimmer of amusement shines in it, “ enjoy your shower. I hope you’re the kind of man who likes it hot. ”
who killed miss moira o'hara?
have you seen this woman?
“ i don’t know what that means.” ( @bitchcrqft )
“ for someone who was quite literally trapped in Hell for a while, one would assume you’d be a bit more familiar with the concept of Limbo. ”
Voice is sardonic, yet there is no real malice behind her comment – perhaps a bit of bitterness does imprint itself upon her tone, but by now, Moira supposes anyone who bothers to listen to what she has to say will grow used to it. indeed, she doesn’t mean to snarl or chastise, but to explain instead the situation she finds herself in – of course, the witch doesn’t get it, despite her supposed knowledge in magic, Moira is aware that no creature, human or witch, can possibly glimpse of what’s to come after death. It’s one of humanity’s biggest existential doubts, one Moira admits she’d always taken for granted, and for that, she scolds herself every single day of her neverending existence.
She offers a sideways glance to the young woman perched on the study’s sofa like Cleopatra on her throne – yet the ghost perceives certain softness in her, humanity she cannot conceal behind petty remarks. And Moira will turn on her heels, duster in hand as her tone mellows when she speaks again, adopts an almost motherly demeanor – an old teacher instructing a child.
“ it means we’re trapped inside this house forever, Ms. Montgomery. all of us are – for one reason or another. ” her own reason has rotten to bones underneath that forsaken gazebo, “ and for some reason, we can’t move forward … if there is anything else to move forward to. ” she needs to believe there is – that her mother is waiting for her there. Eyes shift to avert Madison’s gaze for a moment, voice a quieter murmur, “ it means you might’ve lived your own personal Hell, but we live ours too. ”
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“ don’t be afraid.”
“ do you believe in sin?”
“ there’s nothing to believe.”
“ the devil is still alive and active in the world.”
“ we serve the dead, but we don’t talk about them.”
“ we don’t talk about them. it brings bad things.”
“ we keep dead people in the house.”
“ how much worse could it get?”
“ are you kidding me?”
“ i’m just joking. okay? joking.”
“ well, then change your name.”
“ if it doesn’t work out, i can always leave.”
“ you know what, __? you’re such a dick.”
“ i will never confess to you.”
“ don’t worry, the pain is gone.”
“ i’ve been distracted.”
“ i don’t wanna die like this.”
“ you shouldn’t think about it. it was an accident.”
“ it’s hard not to think about. i feel somewhat responsible.”
“ i think you’re making a mistake.”
“ i think this is the part where i say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ and ‘let’s just be friends.’ ”
“ i imagine that means you’re not very squeamish.”
“ why? why would you want me?”
“ i don’t know what i believe in.”
“ i prefer punctuality to apologies.”
“ he’s asked me to keep an eye on you.”
“ he thinks you’ve got great potential.”
“ that’s a lot of pressure.”
“ i don’t know what that means.”
“ you don’t like cats?”
“ the spirit is pretty devious.”
“ yes. spirit. demon. the devil.”
“ whatever you do, do not address it. do not speak to it. it’s the devil.”
“ it won’t stop now. even when i sleep it talks.”
“ you must not touch me.”
“ shut up! you must not speak.”
“ it gets complicated when no proof of the devil is somehow proof of the devil.”
“ the interesting thing about skeptics is that we’re always looking for proof, certainty.”
“ there’s something that keeps digging and scraping away inside me.”
“ i’m telling you because i’m concerned.”
“ it was terrible to see you go through your suffering.”
“ do you remember any of it?”
“ you’re still not convinced—”
“ that wasn’t a human voice, though, was it?”
“ choosing not to believe in the devil won’t protect you from him.”
“ you’re not a coward. don’t be afraid.”
“ you hit him?”
“ are you lying?”
“ that’s enough now, do you hear me? no one is going to die.”
“ so you’re happy to have them continue believing something that may not be true?”
“ and what is it you believe?”
“ i believe that people prefer to lie to themselves than face the truth.”
“ and i’m not finished yet!”
“ you know how to swear in every language?”
“ a liar knows a liar.”
“ what is it you want me to believe?”
“ how can i fear you if you don’t exist?”
“ he still has you fooled, hasn’t he?”
“ i failed her.”
“ you did what you thought was best.”
“ sometimes he would tell me what the devil said. and sometimes, it would come true.”
“ sorry to wake you… i thought it best to tell you myself.”
“ they’re hurting me.”
“ i don’t know what’s going on. i’m hallucinating. i’m seeing things, i’m hearing things…”
“ look, i need your help. i feel like i’m going insane.”
“ i think… i think i did something awful.”
“ you’ll have to lock me up.”
“ i’m just an old friend.”
“ you’re a liar.”
“ are you reading my mind?”
“ do you think i’m afraid of you?”
“ you are noting! you know nothing!”
“ cherish your doubts.”
“ what’s happening to me?”
“ tie me up. tie me up!”
“ give up. you don’t have the strength.”
“ oopsie-daisy, close to home.”
“ accept the devil.”
“ i will never leave you, __. i will never leave you.”
“ i saw quite a bit of myself in you. scary, isn’t it?”
tex taken from the 1979 s.e. hinton book.
why can’t you just tell a nice lie once in a while?
okay, i told you something, now you tell me something.
you’re running a little bit of a fever.
it’s not a rock, it’s a bandage. and don’t move around, your tubes’ll come loose.
come on, it’s okay, you can wake up.
there are people who go places, and people who stay.
have a hamburger. you can have a hamburger, can’t you?
i’m not going to throw away a whole dollar.
you look wore out, ___. you better get some sleep.
this is the worst thing that’ll ever happen to me.
i find it real hard to live politely.
they won’t let me stay with you if you keep talking. you’re supposed to rest.
i thought i was supposed to be the stubborn one in this family.
maybe sometimes things don’t work out. i know i’ll never figure out the “why” of a lot of stuff that’s happened.
i’ve been bashed up pretty good, ___, but i’m going to make it.
it was the first time i realized hurting somebody could feel really good.
you sure know how to cheer people up.
love ought to be a real simple thing.
well, that’s as close to being a ghost as i want to get.
isn’t this a little extreme?
you’re almost looking human again.
i’d like to make somebody sorry.
oh, shit. this is great, this is just great.
___ doesn’t have the sense god gave a goat.
the doctors say you’re going to be okay. that’s not what they were telling us when we got to the emergency room the other night.
maybe we can go to a movie.
you don’t have people depending on you.
well, you look pretty messed up right now. what happened?
that’s all you’re going to get, so don’t ask for any more.
well, it’s a good home.
come on, kid, hang in there, we’ll go to the hospital, okay?
in the daytime you aren’t afraid of anything.
go ahead, ___. dump me! everybody else has and i don’t know why you should be any different!
anyhow, it’s a waste of money.
i’ve been going all my life, cowboy.
i think we’re going to get to see a riot.
___, all my life i wanted somebody who knew more than i did to tell me the truth. i really wanted that. i had to learn it all the hard way. i’m just giving you a present i always wanted.
but i don’t think love solves anything.