𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 .

( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. ) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.      ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝 . ) - 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝘩 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 - 𝑔𝑚𝑡 - 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑝𝘩𝑖𝑒 -

[lonelygd]

   (     *     𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿  ;        𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 !     )

[davidtennan-t]

[lonelygd]

              ❝    𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘,   𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆.   ❞   @becomewolf​

   𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 ;   a thought.   the abject firing of synapses.    surreptitious,    𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 in its lingering once planted.   (    𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍,   𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕.   ).    buried amongst grey matter.    𝐀 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇 ;     arose in bated terrored breaths.      a name bathed on tongues only in the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 reaches of the night. 

   𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚝,    𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗,    𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕  ?  𝐨𝐡,    they’re just names ;    words,   mere 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠.    but,    the thing-   the beast it’s self.     that’s,   that’s something.   more than a word,    an idea,    or a myth.    𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ;    a conscious,   waking,   living thing.   it doesn’t fit a rules.    (    beyond the universe ?    𝑝𝑒𝑟𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑠.    universes away,    it could have seeped through.      𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 ?    𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.    )    𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 !     years earned bore heavily,    an ancient thing.    born of a people so structured,    scruples and dogmas equal to a being.    𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞,    written in to a being,     rattling around a dna. 

    his people practically written them.   (   in fact they did !   )   a wrongness,   a gnawing,    fleecing.    ferocious thing.   𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,   shredding at whats held dear.    it should thrill.    to learn.    to travel,    to keep going.     shucking of shackles,    the mental containments of a species.    𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.    in truth,    𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜.  

       ❝    all i know is.     we 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 it.     ❞     𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐟 !     swift glance.        fingers fidget at random dials.       ❝     that’s enough for me.     ❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ;  𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

[autistichalfblood]

Ten being a cute puppy.

[lonelygd]

You are brilliant! 💐

 asdfghjkl,   thank you !  that’s very, very sweet !   ^.^

[lonelygd]

║ ▌║        (  𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐁𝐋𝐄  .  )    

                     “ what —— ? ”

her voice is shrill, a clear counter to his friendly - and likely, very likely warranted - warning. blue eyes widened only just, brows raising as her entire body shifts into a state of awareness not unlike as if she was about to be the one blamed. not that it was a common occurrence, but if he did something, then she got lumped in with it, and then it was up to both of them to get it resolved and, basically — 

she was likely to get blamed for it as well. a hazard, but one known and - although she tries to not make a point of speaking it around him too much - one that she normally enjoys. still, a hazard is a hazard, and her mind always jumps three steps into the unlikely.

“ don’t  — wait — before i do get mad, ” she’s trying to reign in her patience into a sense of being, but the way her jaw tightens doesn’t lend to much a favorable result, “did you get anyone else mad? who’s feathers you ruffled now?”

     ❝    nothing.     𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 !      really -  𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲.     completely innocent me !     i mean,    just,              just look at this 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 !      ❞        with a flourished 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛 he preens down at her.       wiggling brows as he does.       a 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 innocence warped.      a 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐲 wrought over boyish features ;      a lopsided,      crooked tooth smile,     too bright !       eyes crinkled a little,      too 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒚 !      𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢,      simple misguidance.    bit of 𝑝𝑖𝑧𝑧𝑎𝑧𝑧,      some 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐳𝐳 !      a clumsy effort at ducking an oncoming ire.     (     he’s always been one hell of a 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍.   )

    fingers pull at an ear,    ever the tell tale heart.     ❝   . . . we-ll,     i might.      possibly.     have blown something up.     well-ll,     their imperial high 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 to be exact !      but,      that was year’s ago !      i’m sure the 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛’𝚜 looong forgiven by now.    i’m very forgivable me !     ❞

[maziekeen]

“look at that. space age clockwork.”

[lonelygd]

  ║ ▌║           (  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍 . )      

❝   ah, me too!    ❞   a small laugh left his mouth as he brought his hand to next to his future self’s, but quickly put it straight down when realizing the situation. the traveler had always known he wasn’t the greatest when piloting the tardis, a constant reminder of sleeping in on testing days, but seeing himself still struggle with the difficult machine didn’t bring much hope.

❝   oh, where have you placed the stabilizers?  or, or, or the brakes! i’m not a fan of this redecoration AT ALL !    ❞

      ❝   that’s - that’s very,   𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦,   𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 not 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 !   notice the all the  ❛  𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲’𝐬.  ❜     ❞                   face to face,    well,     𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝,    to himself.   he winces,    very,    very bad !     ‘least he 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 this one.      even if he is a bit riddler-ish.    (   𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗-𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 ?    one hell of a costume choice ! )         memories patch through.      bit of a flimsy connection,     bobbing and weaving.   spit seconds,      born through eyes not his own dancing in a vision.    visions of pinstripes,     (   𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎  ?   !      oof .      )

     ❝    - to the left !     no.     not that one !     𝑚𝑦 left !     that would have blown a hole roughly the size of belgium.    well-ll,     𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 the size of belguim !    and,    i happen to rather like belguim.     had quite the adventure in belgium ;     deep in the ardennes,     chasing down charlemagne.      got himself in touch of bother with a super-computer -    ❞   cartoonishly,    lips purse to a pout.      features so very hangdog.     ❝ - oi !      I 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 to that.    coming from mr,      mr 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡 !      with all those 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛'𝑠.   and,   and   𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥'𝐬  !    . . .   𝒐𝒐𝒉.     actually  . . .     i rather like those,             very 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 !     ❞

[lonelygd]

                                               𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫,    𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 . 

[vaememes]

❂ ————– THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’ ’ I despise guessing games. ’ ’ Oh, goody. ’ ’ Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. ’ ’ When I’m King, what’ll that make you? ’ ’ You’re so weird. ’ ’ You have no idea. ’ ’ Sing something with a little bounce in it. ’ ’ I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. ’ ’ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head… ’ ’ Hakuna Matata. It’s our motto. ’ ’ What’s a motto? ’ ’ Nothing. What’s a motto with you? ’ ’ Did I miss something? ’ ’ Let me out! Let me out! ’ ’ Please don’t eat me. ’ ’ Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper. ’ ’ I can’t go back. What would it prove, anyway?  ’ ’ You can’t change the past. ’ ’ You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not. ’ ’ It’s because of me. It’s my fault. ’ ’ Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret. ’ ’ It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true. ’ ’ No! It was an accident! ’ ’ It’s your fault he’s/she’s dead. Do you deny it? ’ ’ Then you’re guilty. ’ ’ No, I’m not a murderer! ’ ’ Friends? I thought he/she said we were the enemy. ’ ’ Don’t ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh! ’ ’ We’re pals, right? ’ ’ I don’t wonder; I know. ’ ’ The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. ’ ’ I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. ’ ’ Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing. ’ ’ Everything the light touches is our kingdom. ’ ’ A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. ’ ’ What’s happened to you? ’ ’ You’re right, I’m not. Now are you satisfied? ’ ’ You know you’re starting to sound like my father. ’ ’ The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave. ’ ’ So where are we really going? ’ ’ Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo? ’ ’ It’s a tradition going back generations. ’ ’ Well, when I’m king, that’ll be the first thing to go. ’ ’ Well, in that case, you’re fired. ’ ’ Nice try, but only the king can do that. ’ ’ Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet. ’ ’ Why do I always have to save your… Ahhh! ’ ’ I know what I have to do. ’ ’ Temper, temper. ’ ’ I’ve been running from it for so long. ’ ’ Ow! Jeez, what was that for? ’ ’ It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. ’ ’ Oh yes, the past can hurt. ’ ’ But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ’ ’ You see? So what are you going to do? ’ ’ First, I’m gonna take your stick. ’ ’ Good! Go on! Get out of here! ’ ’ So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. ’ ’ Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ’ ’ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ’ ’ Is that a challenge? ’ ’ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ’ ’ There’s one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. ’ ’ Pinned you again. ’ ’ What’s going on? ’ ’ Oh, dear, I’ve said too much! ’ ’ Well, I’m brave. What’s out there? ’ ’ All the more reason for me to be protective. ’ ’ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later. ’ ’ Just promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place! ’ ’ You run along now and have fun. ’ ’ I wonder if its brains are still in there? ’ ’ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha! ’ ’ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ’ ’ Puh. You can’t do anything to me. ’ ’ Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It’s time to go! ’ ’ Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ’ ’ I’m very disappointed in you. ’ ’ You could have been killed! ’ ’ You deliberately disobeyed me! ’ ’ I was just trying to be brave like you. ’ ’ I’m only brave when I have to be. ’ ’ Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ’ ’ Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh? ’ ’ But you’re not scared of anything. ’ ’ We were afraid it was somebody important. ’ ’ Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. ’ ’ Yeah, be prepared! We’ll be prepared… for what? ’ ’ Long live the king! Long live the king! ’ ’ If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? ’ ’ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ’ ’ You are such a naughty boy/girl! ’ ’ You hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill ya! ’ ’ So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. ’ ’ That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. ’ ’ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ’ ’ Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we. ’ ’ I’m telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities… ’ ’ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ’ ’ Come on, I just heard about this great place. ’ ’ I’m surrounded by idiots. ’ ’ I’m kinda in the middle of a bath. ’ ’ So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. ’ ’ I’ll show you when we get there. ’ ’ The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole? ’ ’ You’re the king? And you never told us? ’ ’ You don’t even know what I’ve been through! ’ ’ I finally got some sense knocked into me. ’ ’ Please have mercy, I beg you. ’ ’ You don’t deserve to live. ’ ’ Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. ’ ’ This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. ’ ’ I’ll make it up to you, I promise. ’ ’ You got to put your past behind you. ’ ’ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ’ ’ Bad things happen, and you can’t do anything about it. ’ ’ There’s more to being a king than getting your way all the time. ’ ’ I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. ’ ’ Listen kid: if you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ’ ’ Come on, will you cut it out? ’ ’ I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. ’ ’ What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? ’ ’ I’m not the one who’s confused. ’ ’ You don’t even know who you are! ’ ’ This is just the way your father looked before he died. ’ ’ So what’s the plan for getting past those guys? ’ ’ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ’ ’ Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their job. ’ ’ Then you have sentenced us to death! ’ ’ Well, it sure is a surprise to see you… ’ ’ Hakuna Matata. It means “no worries”. ’ ’ These are rare delicacies. ’ ’ You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. ’ ’ You are more than what you have become. ’ ’ How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be. ’ ’ Will you stop following me? Who are you? ’ ’ What’s going on here? Who’s the monkey? ’

[sentrysvoid]

DOCTOR WHO | The Unicorn and The Wasp (4.07)

[lonelygd]

   ║ ▌║        (  𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐁𝐋𝐄  .  )  

“ah, donna!” the professor took in both of their exclamations without concern, waving her closer over. “i was thinking about going to get you. i’ve been having a magnificent conversation with this man, he’s — ”

“i know who he is.” her voice is curt, far too rude given the impression that gregory had on her and she wills her jaw to relax. she adopts a polite smile, clearly fake to anyone that knows her but thankfully gregory isn’t included in that circle. “been a while since i’ve seen him around, actually.” too long, far too long but that wasn’t something that the human needed to know.

he hasn’t changed. but why should he? timelords don’t abide by the normal policies of time - and even through the decades that’d passed, the same could be said of her. not youthful in the same vein as himself, but still not as worse for wear as humanity should dictate. yet —— there is something different about him. she looks at his eyes, doesn’t flinch from his gaze and knows that he is so much older than her linear time would suggest.

her eyes quickly look around him, not even seeing the shadow of a plus one. her lips purse in clear disapproval; he is alone, and she knows that it isn’t something he hasn’t put work into. 

"they’re callin’ for you, i can keep him company. play catch up. yeah?” the american grins, taking his leave with a joyful nod to both, and it’s them alone.  

for a few seconds, precious and heavy, she is quiet before him. it is never a usual sight, to see donna noble without words. there is nearly always something at the tip of her tongue - a joke, a tease, a biting remark. as it is, right now there is nearly too much going through her head, and she takes a reprieve to look at him more. try to see just how far gone he is, recalling how he’d been that night under the thames when she’d had to beg to him. for him, for her. 

“you’re not supposed to be here.” is what comes out instead. left alone, she doesn’t concern herself with holding back, a tightness in her words matching how stiffly she’s holding herself together. “you can feel it, i know damn well you do.”

she changes topics quickly, not giving him a chance to properly speak just yet. “how long’s it been for you? what’s happened that you’re socializin’,” here her voice drops to a whisper, hoarse and insulted, “when there might as well be a timer over our heads?”

   a maudlin gaze grazes,    cataloging all that is all too 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓.   features 𝚒𝚕𝚕-𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 the age they 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 wear.    differing too little from the woman he’d known.    from the 𝒐𝒏𝒆 repossessed,       reimagined.     𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 within the amber of a 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎.     forged and feigned to a form ;     an eternal idol of a guilt,     or a regret.      of a shame.

  (   engraved to those he couldn’t save,      the one’s he failed,        the ones whose life he left in tatters. )

    𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞,     davros was right.    he 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜.    (   feet forever pressing onwards towards an endless,  backless horizon.   )     because it’s easier.     never stopping,     never looking back.

           𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.       a past he so earnestly outruns,       catches at coattails.

   void the halcyon honeyed glaze of 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒂.     it blares in to technicolour in violent waves.       all the haunting shadows he flees from,      fall into 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠.     smudged,     elongated forms shift,      shimmer into a skin.      with her at the 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭.

                                               (   bile climbs the column of throat.     )

    gregory speaks on,     whilst he’s rendered silent.     (   doing a rather brilliant impression of a nodding dog.     he’s not even entirely sure it’s the correct  response.   )      the man of the hour drifts off,        happily in to the arms of his awaiting admirers.  

    (      a bile clamours higher.      a weight plummets in a stomach.       gregory’s figure slots amongst the phantoms of a regret,      just for a second.     )

   𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭.     he counts out the moments in between.    𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜.    five whole deathly silent seconds pass before she finally speaks.       words thick and fast now that that finally flow.

    at them a 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 pounds in hounding panes against a chest.    no tenderness,    𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.    not,    the soft breaking of a wave,    not the tip-toe of a tide.    𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜,               a harsh and thunderous thing.     tempestuous and roaring.      the brunt vanguard of an 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎.

    a muted overture flares back to life.     the thought once fleeting turns 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔.     the moment he stepped foot here,    it’s base arose,    now it 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜.   this man,    this 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 man will die tonight.

                       (   but,     he could stop it.      )

      but.     𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕.        he knows this.        and,      apparently she does too.     𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝,            she shouldn’t.        she really shouldn’t . . .

    (   the drop falls,     something akin a realisation dawns.     thoughts spreading,     threading,        blooming bathed in the afterglow of an enlightenment.     he likes look of none of them ;   a stomach curdles.      something among features hardens.      planes shifting like tectonic plates under flesh.     )

    the words that come linger lowly,   barely breaking a whisper.   sounding out thoughts more than anything else.

  ❝       . . .   and,    how could you know that ?      that there’s a 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛 looming over our heads.      you couldn’t 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 know that.      you shouldn’t possibly know that.       𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎,      if you’re saying what I think you saying,     𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞.        there’s no 𝘩𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 alive on earth should know that kind of information . . .        ❞

[billie-pipers]

[lonelygd]

            (   ★   𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿  ;  𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛  )

    𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 ;    their haunting hymn hummed out in heart beats,        pulsing through coral-ed walls.        an ominous shiver raptures,         tingling down ladders of a spine.                              (      not good !    oh.    oh,     no.     very,    very-    decidedly,     𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 !   )                        𝘩𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠,         goose bumps flood  flesh.      quick shot fingers dart over dials,     flicking,       and fiddling at all they can touch.   

   ❝   𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚊,  there it goes again !  look at the hairs on the back of my manly hairy hand !  ❞

@timeschampicn​

[lonelygd]

          (    ★   𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿  ;   𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛  )

    𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬   ;    (   tiny little things,    that amount to so much more.  )    highs,    and lows of  𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎.        𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗.        𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎.        all mixed and mashed with a brain,      wilding so much 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.        forget steel,     titanium,       𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧.               joy,    sadness.    fear,    loneliness.     they’re the strongest things in the universe ! 

           ❝       . . .    fear,         𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.      they're the big ones.    some of the most terrible acts ever committed have been inspired by them.      we're not dealing with something that wants to conquer,         or,       𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢.            ❞ 

@cosmacy​

[ffincher]

[lonelygd]

(    ★   𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿  ;   𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝  )

                                    𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 !  

       𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

      a boarder line on a cliche.     now lain in dust.     a fine line,    a blink.     a mere 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐩,               in a vision,    smattered amongst a horizon.       a swift eulogy to a rising euphoria.     tea,         burnt toast,      and crumpets an 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 away.     a hazy,      𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 morning feels universe’s away.  

     surly and soured,      an expression 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.      lips pursuing an ever thinning line.       backed only by cowls of flaming embers.     pited and broiling,     dark hues 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚.                                       every wretched second of a too long life written amongst an ash.  

      they’d come for him.      he’d lead them 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.       planetary ankle biters,    bound at feet       gnawing,     and nashing.      dragging a coattails till he’d stopped.      all that chatting,       laughing,     𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.      they’d caught up.      nashing canines only more enamoured by the chase,       turned frenzied,    and 𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠.    devouring all in a path,     caring nary for the fall out they’re rained.  

     hunting a fever dreamed fountain of youth.     a golden thread of life,       all the fairytales of the stars.             till they’d seen 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 

             (          they’d stoped them.     late.     𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.     but,     they were 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.       )

            ❝      I’m old enough to know that a 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 life,  isn’t always a 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 one.       ❞

@fabumor​ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆 !