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[whistlepen]

[joneisms-blog]

samclaflinn:

I’m very English. I’m white. I mean, I’m so pale. With spray tans they start peeling and start getting really dirty looking.

[ofenchants-deactivated20231023]

Open starter.

   Jordan was, to put it lightly, tipsy. It was the only way she was dancing to the music at the moment, ignoring how sore she felt. If not for the heavy and copious amount of cover up, everyone would have seen it too. But thankfully it was just tipsy Jordan dancing alone with someone watching. Tipsy Jordan was also not scared enough to say, “You should dance with me.”

[joneisms-blog]

It was one of the perks of being classified as an individual with “Antisocial Disorder” --- one didn’t have to fully immerse himself in human activity or interaction. He meant to keep to himself that night, but Flynn had forgotten how foolish of him that when one idled in the hotel’s bar area, one would be encountered by drunken peoples. He didn’t MEAN to keep his gaze glued on the individual moving to the sound of the music. It was his THOUGHTS that held his attention -- until the flow of it all was ruined by the other’s suggestion to DANCE with her. His lips only managed to utter one, individual word; ❝ WHY? ❞

[thetinybloodprincess-blog]

Lulu wasn’t exactly talking to him, but around him. He wasn’t the only one with voices in their head, though hers were more telling her what to do and trying to causing more havoc than she wanted. At least for the night. There wasn’t a bad person at the hotel currently, all of them buzzed with something, but it wasn’t the smell of a murderer. She’d convinced herself that they had a certain smell. Looking over when she heard the male speak, she pursed her lips together. “Sorry, wasn’t talking to you. Was talking to them.” She tapped her forehead.

[joneisms-blog]

And many called HIM insane --- Flynn wasn’t one to go around announcing that he had other voices in his head. A force of judgment would be placed upon him if anyone were to hear that phrase slip out of his mouth as it did to her. Simply, he blinked at her, contemplating on what to SAY to the other person before settling on --- ❝ And what’re they talking to you about exactly? ❞ Normally, he wouldn’t converse with another person. There was no point in it if the conversation didn’t benefit him in any way possible.

[helloclarixe-blog]

“Well, if you MUST know, I’m going down to the hotel bar… it’s depressing enough being stuck here forever, I might as well get drunk, right? Are you coming or are you just… gonna wallow here by yourself?”

[joneisms-blog]

❝ If you wanted an EXCUSE for me to join you, you could’ve just asked. ❞ He didn’t understand why individuals had to beat around the bush to get what they want. Flynn thought that to be straight forward would lessen the chances of pain -- in this case, the potential opportunity for the WOMAN to receive his rejection. 

[cfmxtty]

“Look, I don’t care what you say, Labyrinth is a cinematic masterpiece.”

[joneisms-blog]

❝I DIDN’T QUESTION IT --- nor did I say that it wasn’t. Did you need something? ❞

[joneisms-blog]

           ------------     THEY TALKED TOO MUCH....

            The voices in his mind was what kept him company. They comforted him, assured him that his life would be alright with what had happened to his wife. She was too much, too pushy; she was the one to spark the fire that ended up BURNING her. Flynn had taken seat in the bar area of the hotel in hopes of spending time on his own -- to listen to the VOICES. But instead, he was accompanied by the endless babble of THE PERSON beside him. Perhaps if he pretended to be interested, the person would shut up. ❝ SOUNDS INTERESTING ---- ❞

[cameronbaum]

[emmacharlottewatson]

Sam Claflin, Variety and Shutterstock Portrait Studio at ‘Toronto Film Festival 2016′