maybe they didn’t want to die. maybe they weren’t ready. maybe they hadn’t lived fully yet or they’d lived a long, long time and they still wanted more life. / horror original character.
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maybe they didn’t want to die. maybe they weren’t ready. maybe they hadn’t lived fully yet or they’d lived a long, long time and they still wanted more life. / horror original character.
tillmans.
@orbyte. ( funtimes in babylon. )
for someone on such a wide, upward track, jay doesn’t sound too enthused to be here. maybe he’s not as free as he thinks. his open, left palm settles against his closed left eye, fingers splayed. he sounds exhausted. ‘ look out hollywood, here i come. ’
as he is recently more likely to do, despite his unabridged history of speaking before thinking, joaquin studies jay in temporary silence. the only evidence of his not being a statue is in the morbidly amused twitch of his under-eye. ‘ you sure you’re pointed in the right direction? ’
hey. sorry to pull this as often as i do, but things are very bad, so 1. i think i should spend a minute with a sweeter character (joaquin) to cleanse my palate and 2. i could use things to do?
here’s my meme tag, and/or like this sad, cryptic, to-be-deleted post for a starter.
fizzld.
‘ there is something unpleasant in the air around you, have you noticed? ’
‘ i can’t tell. ’ his face is fighting for its set, happy or unhappy; unsettled or offended. ‘ are you dishing an insult or a call to action? ’
i’m ready to be kissed and loved and adored
here’s a good old fashioned ‘where to find me’ post, for anyone confused and/or curious. everyone i’ve got is semi-hiatused until i, uh, get a grip? but you can catch me on at least one of these blogs at least once daily.
joaquin robles. sci-fi original. #orbyte
sauncho smilax, esq. inherent vice. #saunch
roberta hastings. horror original. #skhism
neil “misty” thompson. horror semi-original. #retracin
mr. tillman, are you ready? / semi-original character. reboot. by meaghan.
Annihilation (2018) Directed by Alex Garland
scorchskin.
‘ do you want the truth, or the hard truth? ’
‘ i feel like now’s the time to ask you to lie to me. is that an option? ’
inaday.
‘ hey, so maybe it isn’t much my business, ’ deb says, her tray balanced on one hand, setting joaquin’s mug down with the other. steam blooms up from the middle, curling over the rim. ‘ and correct me if i’m wrong. ’ a faint smile passes over her face.
‘ – but you’re lookin’ a little lonesome today, honey. ’
taking himself seriously isn’t exactly a polished skill of joaquin’s, which is why he leads with an unconvincing smile and brings the truth around nice and slowly. almost uncomfortably, as if he feels guilty for expressing anything other than appreciation and falsified contentedness.
‘ it mmm-ight be hard not to when one side of your booth is empty. ’ he bites his lip hard (more making a show of it than succumbing to an urge), scrunches his nose, then releases both as he ducks his chin to stare at the table. ‘ you’re not. not wrong. ’
stoodbrave.
❝ i liked your botany lecture, ❞ attending lectures for fun doesn’t seem like something she’d do, but she does run a flower and fruit shop. granted, everything that grows by her hand always turns out differently. lemons that taste like oranges, and whatnot. ❝ i dabble, y'know. i own a flower shop. ❞
‘ you liked it. ’ he’s stating more than asking, as clearly laced as it is with disbelief. he doesn’t realize until he’s receiving praise that he’s been carrying the weight of self-doubt from the very start of this new venture, but he’s nothing short of grateful. ‘ you probably know more than me, then. what brought you? ’
' pour me another drink. ' from claire
father john.
he’s quick to fulfill claire’s request, yet slow to provide the follow-up for which it asks. with hindsight, the better course would have been to respond first, refill second. are you okay? did i do something wrong? shouldn’t make it about me.
are you okay?
there are better ways to go about it, surely, but he only has until the drink is in her hands before the window for semi-comfortable inquiry closes.
‘ long day? ’
don’t turn a scientific problem into a common love story. written by maddie.
✍️ Pass my muse a note
nonverbal. pass him a note. obviously. i’m just a stickler for consistent formatting
after a few minutes — and no, it shouldn’t take him that long to read it — joaquin slides the piece of paper back to summer and blinks a few times, wide-eyed between each, as if he’s been staring into the sun.
then he sighs. cocks his head to one side. smiles at her with his teeth loosely clenched and misaligned.
‘ this is illegible, ’ he says. ‘ did you write it with your feet? ’
‘ are you a good person? ’
interview joaquin.
‘ are you— aware of how loaded that question sounds? ’
‘ i’ve got smoke in my lungs and a past life in the trunk. ’
father john.
he turns his phone from his ear into his shoulder, eyebrows up, and resists the urge to smile at them. should he be taking the confession seriously? dramatics at this level aren’t always easy to process.
‘ were you saving that line for when i was on hold with the delivery place? ’ he asks, funky elevator music muffled and tinny against his shirt. ‘ or are you actually having a crisis? ’