DEAD OF NIGHT.

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a   𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆   𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽   𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲   into   the   world   of      :      nihilism   .   finding   contentment   in   normalcy   .   how   every   choice   matters    .   being   okay   with   not   being   okay   .  highly-functioning  insanity    .    the   20th    century    himbo    .

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back from the dead time to revamp?

[kissedbyflames]

You punched me in the face. You made me walk through shitty water. You brought me to a fucking crackhead house and now… I’m going to have to kill this fucking clown. Welcome to the Loser’s Club, asshole!

[guilecleric]

YOU  ARE  IN  A  CAR  WITH  A  BEAUTIFUL  BOY,      AND  HE  WON’T  TELL  YOU  THAT  HE  LOVES  YOU,      BUT  HE  LOVES  YOU

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YOU’RE  IN  A  CAR  WITH  A  BEAUTIFUL  BOY,      AND  YOU’RE  TRYING  NOT  TO  TELL  HIM  THAT  YOU  LOVE  HIM,      AND  YOU’RE  TRYING  TO  CHOKE  DOWN  THE  FEELING,      AND  YOU’RE  TREMBLING

[deaddolin]

im dumb and women control me

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“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

            "         what      d'you      mean      why      ?      it's      a      fucking      cave      !!      of      ancient      demons      !!         "         they've   done   some   crazy   shit   over   the   years      ...      &&      even   that's   putting   it   rather   lightly.      from   demons   to   monsters   to   going   to   wendy's   at   3   a.m.   suspiciously   smelling   suspiciously   of   blood      —      it's   fair   to   say   that   they've   had   their   fair   share   of   rather   dangerous   supernatural   phenomena.      doesn't   make   the   pain   of   getting   your   chest   almost   clawed   out   any   less   gnawing,      doesn't   make   the   premise   of   tredging   into   a   deep,      dark   cave   any   less   daunting.      he'd   rather   face   ten   monsters   head   on   than   go   into   the   dark   knowing   nothing.         "         'm      not      goin'      down      there      alone.      you're      coming      with.      fuck,      you're      the      one      who      wants      to      do      this      stupid      thing      anyway,         "

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“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  FUCK IT HOW THE TABLE HAVE THRNED

         they've   been   together   so   long   that   things   like   this   have   settled   into   a   routine,      wearing   the   other's   clothes      ;      what's   different   this   time,      though      ...      is   how   he's   the   one   wearing   something   of   her's   instead   of   the   other   way   around.      weirdly   enough,      it   doesn't   seem   misplaced      —      settling   on   his   figure   like   any   old   vintage   store   find.         "         i      am      ?         "         eyes   fall   to   the   shirt,      faded   with   time   but   undoubtedly   well   loved.      the   faint   markings   of   a   joy   division   logo   stained   with   a   few   suspicious   maroon   spots   here      +      there.         "         well,      shit.      how      the      turns      have      tabled,         "         ah,      yes.         "         i      look      pretty      fuckin'      good      in      it,      though      ...      don't      y'think      ?         "

[djoswiftie]

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“ how did you get this scar? ”

         they   grab   her   attention   at   the   mention   of   the   faint   cut   across   his   eyebrow      /      the   busted   lip.      probably   both.      he   offers   them   a   shrug,      palms   firmly   planting   itself   on   the   grass   as   he   lets   his   figure   relax      &&      lean   back.      his   gaze   stays   on   the   stars,      finding   comfort   in   finally   getting   out   of   the   city   to   feel   the   summer   night's   breeze   run   through   his   hair.         "         the      brow      :      fight      when      i      was      a      kid.      i      was      ...      seven,      maybe      ?      some      douchey      rich      kid      had      tried      it      on      me      with      his      daddy's      switchblade,         "         he   vaguely   gestures   to   his   lips   after,      a   makeshift   smile      ;      rather   dopey   through   malpractice,      curls.         "         bar      fight.      way      less      of      an      interesting      story.      why'dyou      ask      ?         "         

[colesmemes]

▸   𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣  (2018-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵)  sentence  starters  &  prompts.

         assorted  quotes  &  prompts  from  tv  show  that’s  ruined  my  life.  some  lines  have  been  changed  slightly  to  be  more  applicable.  mature  content  and  language  may  be  used,  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary.

❝  do  you  want  to make  a  deal  with  the  devil?  ❞

❝  what  am  i  gonna  do  with  a  soul  anyway?  ❞

❝  souls  are  boring.  boo,  souls!  ❞

❝  if  we  get  through  this,  is  there  a  thing  where  we,  like,  talk  to  each  other about  stuff…  normally?  ❞

❝  you  mean  you  wanna  talk  about  the  big  shit?  ❞

❝  we  don’t  have  any  feelings,  what  are  you  talking  about?❞

❝  you  sound  deranged.  ❞

❝  i  was  wondering,  do  you  think  it’s  possible  to  sue  a  person  -  a  grandparent,  for  example  -  in  an  affectionate  way?  ❞

❝  i  love  you,  i’m  glad  you’re  part  of  my  life,  but  i’m  taking  legal  action  against  you.  ❞

❝  the  fucking  belligerent  zucchini  here  is  set  to  close  negotiations  for  good.  ❞

❝  you’re  going  to  sue  greenpeace?  i  like  your  style.  who  do  you  think  you’re  going  to  go  after  next,  save  the  children?  ❞

❝  can  he  do  a  speech?  the  demented  fucking piss-mad  king  of  england?  ❞

❝  the  only  way  they’ll  respect  you  is  if  you  try  to  destroy  them.   ❞

❝  you’re  not  a  killer.  you  have  to  be  a  killer.  ❞

❝  family  therapy,  family  therapy,  family  therapy!  ❞

❝  i  have,  like,  twenty  bucks  left.  the  world  is  so  fucked  up.  ❞

❝  your  principles?  don’t  be  an  asshole,  you  don’t  have  principles.  ❞

❝  this  is  not  fucking  charles  dickens  world,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  just  wonder  if  the  sad  i’d  be  without  you  is  less  than  the  sad  i  get  from  being  with  you.  ❞

❝  are  we  talking  to  each  other  on  the  deck  of  a  majestic  schooner?  is  the  salty  brine  stinging  my  weather-beaten  face?  no?  then  why  the  fuck  are  you  wearing  a  pair  of  deck  shoes?  ❞

❝  you  don’t  hear  much  about  syphilis  these  days,  very  much  the  myspace  of  STDS.   ❞

❝  what  i  think  they  meant  to  say  was  that  they  wished  your  mom  gave  birth  to  a  can  opener,  because  then  at  least  it  would  be  useful.  ❞

❝  when  you  laugh,  please  do  it  at  the  same  volume  as  everyone  else.  we  didn’t  get  you  from  a  hyena  farm.  ❞

❝  they  did  once  call  me  the  cunt  of  monte  cristo.    ❞

❝  you  little  slime  puppy.  ❞

❝  don’t  threaten  me,  i  don’t  have  time  to  jerk  off.  ❞

❝  who  said  i  never  killed  anyone?  ❞

❝  i  don’t  mean  to  be  insulting,  but  having  been  around  a  bit,  my  hunch  is  that  you’re  going  to  get  fucked  because  i’ve  seen  you  get  fucked  a  lot.  and  i’ve  never  seen  [name]  get  fucked  once.  ❞

❝  i’d  castrate  you  and  marry  you  in  a  heartbeat.  ❞

❝  i  just  feel  because  of  my  physical  length,  i  could  be  a  target  for  all  kinds  of  misadventures.  ❞

❝  oh  here  they  come,  the  attention  whore.  ❞

❝  do  you  have  a  fetish  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  like,  just  the  tip,  but  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  ❞

❝  the  gang’s  all  here,  it’s  like  the  fucking  sgt.  pepper  for  broken  corporate  america.  ❞

❝  you  aren’t  judas-ing,  are  you?  ❞

❝  sometimes  i  think,  should  i  maybe  listen  to  the  things  you  say  directly  in  my  face  when  we’re  at  our  most  intimate?  ❞

❝  are  they  playing  from  the  approved  playlist?  because  my  thing  was  all  bangers,  all  the  time.  ❞

❝  oh  really?  it’s  not  cool  to  tell  the  president  to  blow  me?  ❞

❝  some  guy  with  an  undercut  just  called  me  soy  boy.  ❞

❝  he  never  saw  anything  he  loved  that  he  didn’t  want  to  kick  just  to  see  if  it  still  came  back.  ❞

❝  right  now,  i’m  the  real  you.  ❞

❝  we  should  be  good  people.  wouldn’t  it  be  nice  to  wake  up  in  the morning  and  not  feel  like  a  fucking  piece  of  shit?  ❞

❝  i  think  you’re  a  super  talented  superstar,  and  i  love  you.  ❞

❝  oh,  you’re  such  a  fucking  bitch.  ❞

[ava-deb]

JOE KEERY as STEVE HARRINGTON — STRANGER THINGS 4 | Volume 2

[mack-will]

#best platonic duo at it again

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@horrorfluencer 🤍

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"I'm not wearing any underwear."

         that's   how   he   stops.      suddenly   turning   around   from   being   completely   fixated   on   perfecting   his   grilled   cheese   sandwhich   in   the   burning   stove,      meeting   her   eyes   a   keen   interest   that   can   only   be   brought   out   by   a   particular   string   of   words.      she   knows   him   way,      way   too   well   at   this   point.         "         now      why      didn't      y'say      that      sooner      ?         "         burning   cheese   long   forgotten,      it   takes   him   a   second   before   he   already   stands   in   front   of   her   again.      lazy   fingers   lingering   by   the   hem   of   the   shirt   she's   donning      (      which   he   assumes   to   be   his,      judging   from   the   faded   stones   logo      +      the   oversized   fit      ),      smirk   suddenly   forming.         "         thirty      minutes      was      all      it      took      for      y'to      miss      me      ?         "

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" luckily for me, i have all my best ideas drunk. " yuh

         "         &&      again,      luckily      for      you,      it      seems      like      i'm      the      only      one      with      a      working      braincell      between      the      two      of      us,         "         note   how   he   said   it   in   a   singular   form.      not   a   lot   going   on   there   in   the   first   place   but   jude   sure   does   like   to   pretend   like   there   is.      doesn't   help   that   both   of   them   have   had   a   couple   drinks      +      were   currently   debating   on   whether   not   to   test   the   security   system   at   a   local   mcdonalds.         "         there's      no      fuckin'      way      anyone      cares      that      much      about      some      old      ass      mcdonalds      in      the   bronx      t'put      a      cctv,         "         his   gaze   flickers   between   peter      &&      some   bricks   left   across   the   street   from   some   construction.         "         'wanna      do      it      the      old      fashioned      way      ?         "

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a lil rp positivity today : im so so so happy to finally see korean muses who are properly portrayed within the context of our culture and not fetishised in any shape or form 🤍🤍 about damn time

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“ you can’t or you won’t? ”   - @nverdied

         his   face   pulls   into   a   grimace   before   jude   vaguely   gestures   to   himself,      leaning   back   into   the   lightly   sagged   seats   of   the   diner   they   both   routinely   frequent.      "         do      i      look      like      i'm      made      of      money,      gramps      ?         "               this   isn't   a   rare   sight   by   any   means      :      jude   bothering   jack,      telling   the   older   maler   rather   gory   details   of   another   one   of   his   nightly   conquests      —      all   with   a   smile   that   just   won't   quit.      if   only   he   knows   how   to   keep   his   finances   in   check   as   well   as   he   runs   his   mouth.         "         c'mon,      just      this      once,      "         this   has   been   the   fifth   time.         "         i'll      pay      'ya      back      next      week,      promise.      i'll      get      you      two      fresh      bodies,         "

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lem0nsheadz​

rolling eyes greet him, fork half dug into her pancakes like a recently stiffed corpse. overloaded with sweets enough to rot teeth just being in the vacinity, shoving strawberries doused in whipped cream with a ravenous sort of bite she didn’t usually show when they were out. Lemon’s a careful beast, her innocent exterior the best bludgeon she has against the world.   no one expects a killer in a hello kitty shirt.

but that need to tear into something, to flex her jaw, to dig a knife in  –  even if it’s soft flapjacks instead of skin –  is better than the thoughts that keep ringing around her head.  she stops suddenly, not bothering to lick away the syrupy pink that’s stuck to her teeth. painting her mouth bright red.  she wants to scream at him, tell him to stop fucking around. what was a joke before doesn’t feel so funny now as she looks down at her fingers, still splashed with the darkening sheen of dried blood. why was it always easier to bash in a brain than it was to get attached to people?  because only people you need can hurt you, her brain screamed in reply.

“   fine.   ”  she meets his eye for the first time since they left the industrial park, dark with barely held violence as she stares him down, pointing the end of her fork at him like the barrel of a gun. “   but you’re not calling me Caroline, shorten it to Carrie or something.    ”  another bite doesn’t hide the way her shoulders hunch, the way her eyes break faster than they used to as she busies herself with her overfull plate. “ what kind of flowers does she like? ”

         he   watches   her   with   curious   eyes,      hues   following   every   puncture      +      cut   into   to   the   sugary   sweet   concoction   over   her   plate   as   he   continues   to   fork   piles      &&      piles   of   fries   into   his   mouth.      this   isn't   the   first   time   he's   asked.      nay,      begged.      metaphorically   falling   to   his   knees   with   both   his   hands   folded   as   if   he's   begging   a   higher   power   for   a   reprieve.      it   does   feel   like   it,      in   a   way.      the   way   she   dances   along   the   feat   of   death,      weaving   her   weapon   with   such   practiced   precision,      drawing   blood   with   a   certain   destructive   elegance      +      disregard   for   fear   has   him   almost   wanting   to   worship   her   at   the   altar   as   if   she's   the   next   great   deity.      not   that   he   would   ever   admit   it   to   her.      at   least   not   now.      that   doesn't   seem   to   be   a   conversation   to   be   held   while   kniving   through   pancakes.

         "         what      ?      seriously      ?         "         he's   the   one   who   asked,      yet   he's   also   the   one   who's   the   most   surprised.      irises   blown   wide   for   a   moment,      lips   parted   as   he's   left   almost   at   a   loss   for   words.      for   something   as   simple   as   a      '      fine      ',      to   someone   who   usually   never   finds   anyone   agreeing   to   their   quests   so   readily      :      it   comes   in   as   a   bigger   shock   to   him   than   i   would   most.         "         fuck,      i      mean      ...      seriously      ?      that's      great      !!      like,      fuck.      y'have      no      idea         what      this      means      t'me,         "         his   grin   stretches   from   ear-to-ear   as   he   nods   along   to   her   rather   tame   requests,      which   jude   is   rather   grateful   for.      he   thought   she   would   be   making   more   restrictions.         "         'course      y'want      the      name      of      the      girl      from      the      fucking      horror      movie,         "         he   snorts,      grin   never   once   faltering.         "         ...      am      i      supposed      t'know      that      ?         "