[rxbytuesday]

[ncrcoleptic]

why doesn’t it show when i tag someone in a post?

[thepoliteboycalledriverphoenix]

[ncrcoleptic]

ourburntbodies:

“You’re under the bleachers at Westchester High.”

This was his preferred place to hide during gym class. J.D. hadn’t intended to speak to anyone today, including the guy who was passed out when he got there. Frankly, he didn’t want to know.

His mouth dropped open a little. A high school, he thought to himself, that’s a first. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his  wrists. 

❝ --- shit, I can’t remember the last time I was in’a high school.❞  Snorting a laugh, he blinked excessively at the other and tilted his head on his shoulder. 

❝What’re you doing under here then? You running from a chick? Did you knock her up? Or---or did they catch you in the girls locker rooms?❞ He flashed a dozey-half-assed smile, it was the best he had to offer,  ❝I didn’t go to high school, so I ain’t sure what scenarios you kids get up’ta.❞

[timotaychalamet]

My Own Private Idaho (1991) dir. Gus Van Sant

[ncrcoleptic]

@notimminent  ⇨ starter call.

Mikey was still a little dazed. His head cloudy. It  always took him a good hour or so until he recovered  from his sleeping spell. Normally, he’d find himself  waking up in some motel room with his trousers down by his ankles or the side of the road but not this time,  he was in a house. A nice house. 

He doesn’t remember being on the job. The last thing he remembered was walking. He doesn’t know where or why, but he was walking along what he thinks assumes  was a dirt road due to the state on his shoes. 

❝ --- uh, how’d I get here?❞

[thekingofchevron]

[ncrcoleptic]

@herweary   ⇨ starter call.

❝ — come here, like.. yeah, stand here. ❞ 

With a hand on her shoulder, he ushered her to the where he wanted her and he stood by her side. Mikey covered his face with his hand, leaving a small gap between his fingers for his eyes. 

❝Squint your eyes and look up at that cloud,❞  pointing with his free hand to the large, weirdly shaped cloud directly above them.  ❝ --- what does it look like to you?❞

[ncrcoleptic]

@lamourhaine   ⇨ starter call.

❝Do you know what this is? --- I found on laying on the ground. It looks edible.❞

Not that Mikey was going to eat it but he’d try and get the other too. He put his free hand into his pocket and pulled out his last five bucks. Mikey waved the money and the object in front of the others face. 

❝ --- give you five dollars if you eat it.❞   

There was no reason behind it. Mikey was bored. He was cold and  lonely and he thought luring someone into his company with the  little money he had would work. He had to entertain himself when  on the street. 

[ncrcoleptic]

@wickedlilrabbit   ⇨ starter call.

❝ --- what does this smell like to you?❞

He held the flower up to the other’s nose, a stranger but that didn’t bother him. He could talk to anyone. He had to, especially in this line of ‘work’. 

Mikey had no idea where he was not that he cared.  Waking up in a field was better than waking up in a crowded street with people walking over you. 

[jakegyllenhaal]

film meme: (2/10) favourite movies

My Own Private Idaho (1991) – When I turn twenty-one, I don’t want any more of this life. My mother and father will be surprised at the incredible change. It will impress them more when such a fuck-up like me turns good than if I had been a good son all along. All the past years I will think of as one big vacation. At least it wasn’t as boring as schoolwork. All my bad behavior I’m going to throw away to pay my debt. I will change when everybody expects it the least.

[ncrcoleptic]

@blkmailed  ⇨ starter call.

He held his jacket tight to his body, the narcoleptic may be used to the cold but that didn’t mean he  enjoyed it. It was shortly after midnight and business  was slow. 

He didn’t care who he went home with. He refused  to sleep on the streets tonight. 

Watching as the other walked straight past him, he wasn’t going to let him go so easy. He caught up with him and tried to match his pace. 

❝Do you want to take me home for the night? I mean --- thirty bucks and I’ll let you stick whatever inside me, hell, twenty and I’ll clean your apartment or paint your bathroom.❞

[frommemetoyou]

REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version

[lokibannerpool]

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“Woah, when did you get that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“What a shiner!”

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

“Another fight?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“What are friends for, ey?”

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

“How could you be so careless?”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“H-how many of them were there?”

[ncrcoleptic]

@killsthings   ⇨ starter call.

It was the only other booth in his regular diner that was available, well, it wasn’t available per say, but it had a free seat. So, Mikey plopped himself down across from the  other with his bowl of soup. 

They got onto the subject of ‘work’ and he couldn’t help but snort a laugh. Resting his spoon on the side of the bowl, he leaned across the table and whispered. 

❝I sell myself for money.❞

It wasn’t as if he proud of it but he wasn’t ashamed either.  He dipped a piece of his bread into his soup and looked  up at her,  ❝ --- what about you? You uhh, you --- you don’t look like the type to get your hands dirty in dishes.❞

[yeahbeatlesmusic]

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[dayldixon]

My Own Private Idaho (1991)

[ncrcoleptic]

obituariies:

“My MOMMY use to BEAT me senseless and her boyfriend smothered my brother in his SLEEP.”  His voice was as CHIPPER and as casual as could be ; He slipped down to take a seat next to Mickey. He didn’t bother to be NONCHALANT about the staring. Obsidian colored eyes raking over the strangers profile and clothes.  “What about you — Can I take a guess? I’m kind of GOOD at this game, I’ve met a lot of interesting people in my life.”

Being SEVENTEEN since ninety-four and residing in this CURSED house had given him a strangely large amount of life experience.

“Drugs,”  he assumed.  “You look like someone who LOVES to get high — And I don’t mean strictly on POT. Maybe a high-school DROPOUT? Parents weren’t abusive but NEGLECTFUL — Grade me. Did I pass?”

Mikey loved a good ol’ sob story. He came to the conclusion that the tear jerkers always involved the mother. Including his own.  ❝Smothered your brother? --- shit, man.. and I thought I had it bad.❞

His head rested on the other's shoulder and yawned. He was a rather touchy-feely person. It comes with the job. Laughing at his assumption, he shrugged. 

❝Eh, not a bad try. My mom.. uh, she --- ❞ Mikey began to blink  excessively, his middle finger began to twitch and his gaze fixed on a crack in the wall. He was beginning to get worked up and  what follows when he works himself up is a sudden episode of sleep. 

❝She killed who I thought was my dad, but my real dad is my brother. I uh, was put into an institution and,❞ he wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, ❝I sell my body for money.❞

He left out the fact he was a Narcoleptic, he figured he’d find out soon enough.