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#dreamy.#if you didn't it wouldn't do harm.

teethvsteeth-deactivated2018061

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mickeyandmumbles

[sweet dreams blasting in the background]

#same

rockandrollradioh

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@rekant plotted

Comfortable Impulse (closer, closer) is on a leash right now. He’s still adjusting to the crestfallen sensation of being told ‘no.’ There’s something a little pathetic in looking too surprised, thankfully arch and puffed up is a pose that’s never failed him.

“You don’t even know where we’re going yet.”

#rekant #bin it.#* jack

someday-illbesaturdaynight

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hoechlin

BEACH RATS (2017) dir. Eliza Hittman

#yes!!!#*small kid in corner throws dirt at wes*#v: straight out of a king novel

scriose.

it’s not the best time for a snack, considering. the blood on his hands, literal and figurative, should give him pause, but christ, is he tired and hungry. he rolls from his stomach to his side and uses the lifeless body adjacent to prop himself up.

‘ they were gonna shoot you. ’

One hand holds a bat, the other grazes the smooth keypad of a screaming alarm. He squints. He can’t hear anything but said screaming alarm, and he certainly can’t lip read someone who's eating. This means that a lot of the typical pleasantries (Who are you? What do you want? I’ll never comply-!) can be dispensed with.

... Each number his thumb presses into the system seems to be tuned to a different frequency, the shapes vibrating into sticks and stars in the milk of condensation forming inside his glasses, but the bleeps stop - dropping from the air like coins.

“What?”

#scriose #*eyes on you*

@selfcoherence plotted

Frankie Dane’s mother, young son and two girlfriends are meeting for the first time. They are taking turns telling each drunk stationed at the bar how much their son, father and boyfriend is a bastard, but only only man is nodding and replying. What his replies are are anyone’s business, but involve words like multitude... probability distribution... camel...

Slouched over from a day of sticky grief, Mlad starts rapping his knuckles against the counter to the beat of the stretched-out syllables, getting harder, louder, more urgent. “Doris. Doooooooris. I’m driving tonight, Doris.” She’s given him beer. Not root beer. “Dooooooooooris--” Doris, rightly, doesn’t like being summoned with that zombie voice.

So now, on top of this old man’s big words and the testimonies of Frankie Dane’s character, are two rapid-speaking Serbs beating their chests over matters of respect: the man dangling over the counter, stretching out to retrieve the right brand of root beer and the woman picking it up and holding it over her head.

#selfcoherence #i'm doris #and i love goodfellas

bleep bloop plotting call bleep

#ooc

@krmzvs

"My secret plans are secret.” Anyway, aren’t we already drinking to get drunk? “And you? What do you do in your down time?”

#krmzvs #grushenka or dmitri or both

@timedrum, continued

‘ No, it’s just — ’ She nudges a metal slab ( covered with a sheet, presumably allowing the freshly deceased body to retain some dignity ) with her knee, to indicate what she’s talking about. ‘ He’s not quite dead. ’

Leaning closer, Mladen’s lips turn down and his small eyes get smaller.

There isn’t a sizeable difference between the bodies (the one which he thought was empty, and the one which was now full of life.) But the difference, the thing that’s burroughed back into the stinking skin - continues to keep its eyes closed and stay very still.

“I see.” A certain sharpness leaves his eyes. She is either close, or looking to get very close to the deceased. (It’s not his business either way, but it’s good to know in case it could be.) “How long would you say he has?”

#timedrum #alien parasite'd corpse gonna chokeslam somebody at any moment let's build up the #Suspense #with mladen thinking the master's a perv

talesofpassingtime

I got plenty of air. There was so much of it and so strong that it made me drunk. It even woke me up at night. I saw nothing but cocks and asses and boats and sails … The laundry floating on the clothes lines gave me a terrible hard-on … It swells out … it drives you crazy … all those women’s panties ….

Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Death on the Installment Plan (via talesofpassingtime)

#your lead is particularly hard to follow.#nsfw