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  *✩‧₊˚ outoft0uch.ᐟ     ROXANNE ‘ANNIE’ SUMMERS: A TIME TRAVELING ORIGINAL CHARACTER. inspired by docto.r who, about time, & back to the f.uture. mutuals only. low activity. 21+. written by ripley.

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[outoft0uch]

WISKAYOK, NEW JERSEY. JANUARY 21ST, 1996. 5PM. @drunivers.

annie's heart is hammering in her chest as she runs. a kick to the ball, forceful and direct. she skids to a stop in the mud, almost out of control, but she catches herself in time to see the ball hit the high corner of the net. more precise than the last gazillion attempts. the muscles in her legs are warm and the sweat on her forehead has gone cold. the afternoon itself is cold, and wet, and she's exhausted, which all seems like a recipe for a bad mood. instead, annie's grinning, mid-laugh. home used to feel like this all the time.

she whirls around to taissa, both hands on her hips, triumphant. they've been running drills in their free time for weeks now. annie's gotten stronger and faster on her feet. more confident. confident enough that annie doesn't think she needs to ask... but she wants to hear taissa say it. "it's better, right?"

[outoft1me]

who invited you, and why are you already this drunk? /+ stranger things verse

the music is loud enough. crowds aren't where jason does his best work. his best work is with a couple of people maybe and like some drinks and some weed and definitely not in this town.. the good thing is he passes through, nearly invisible, undetected by like the majority of the rest of the people in this town. so that's so totally fine.

he gets intercepted. then, by the only other person who acknowledges his existence. which could be lucky. and in a way it's lucky. annie's some sort of north star or whatever always there and jason smiles easy, looks a little soft. his mouth is a little red, his cup a little empty. jungle juice. sticky and too sweet.

"no one. just found a flyer." it's the truth. he leans further onto the wall. maybe he wanted something to happen tonight. anything, restless, scared into not going anywhere else. "-dude this thing is a killer." he looks into his cup, still empty. "who invited you? how come you're not drunk." he pokes her shoulder, something about annie. pulling him into her orbit. it's like he knows everything and nothing at all. but right now it's just the two of them at some stupid house party.

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annie's been bouncing between groups for an hour or so, drumming up idle conversation with people who didn't care to continue it. all this time she could've been with jason, actually having fun. "why didn't you tell me? i woulda come with you." she's trying and failing not to pout about it. she has plenty of friends, sure, but no one compares to jason. he's home. annie sidles closer, frowns as she peeks into his cup. empty, except for a red ring at the bottom, the same color as his lips. she can still smell the alcohol. "yuck." she glances back up when he pokes her. jason's smiling. his hair is all floppy and he looks all soft, pressed into the wall. gentle like he always is. annie wants to hug him as tight as she can.

she gives into the urge and bullies her way under his arm. presses her whole body into his side like she belongs there. "tina invited me. i didn't think you'd wanna go." her words are muffled by pressing her face into jason's shirt. "well. now i can't drink 'cause i'm gonna drive you home." she wasn't really having any fun anyways. what's a house party to time with her best friend? annie relinquishes her hold on him, pares the contact down to an arm limp around his waist. she smiles up, eyes gleaming. "don't want anyone else getting my jason time."

[ftzie]

"you shouldn't let them talk to you like that." ginger doesn't know why she bothers opening her mouth. most girls around here -- especially those of the bubble-headed blonde variety -- actually enjoy the attention of leering high school boys. and when it's not directed at her or brigitte, ginger has no reason to care. maybe she's just speaking up for the sake of her gag reflex. maybe she's just incapable of learning new tricks. "next time, they try that shit, you gotta pick the biggest one there and kick him in the balls." @outoft0uch

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"what?" annie startles, hard. she didn't even notice there was anyone around her on the field. it's frigid out. her hands run over her goosebump prickled arms. "oh. 's just... how it is." their classmates always have something to say about annie. if she was honest, this time she wasn't really listening. smiling and nodding and thinking of the shape of the clouds behind them. "people dislike in you what they fear in themselves." a rehearsed answer, thought to herself many times over, told to her by grandmas and mothers and teachers alike. she shrugs her shoulders, makes a what can you do expression. "that's kinda a lot. for- me?" ginger's kinda pretty. annie likes how her name and her hair are so well suited for each other. apt. was she a ginger baby? anyway, it's weird that they're talking at all. annie has never seen ginger do anything other than talk to her sister. it's always the two of them huddled together, blotting out the rest of the world. annie's an only child. maybe if she had a sister they would be close like that. "i'm sorry, d'you? kick boys in the balls?"

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pretty boy, i said with me

jason is busy, in his own little world. business as usual. he hears annie, distractedly. nods with it, pretty boy, surely about someone else. in the room. he looks around before he feels her hand. warmth spreads, like standing right next a fire he can almost smell the marshmallows. eyes blink as he gets pulled away.

"oh." it's soft, suddenly the warmth spreads to his face, his cheeks. "oh i didn't think you. you meant me. like when you said-" he gets a dorky smile on his face, holds her up. pulls them to a stop for a moment. jason tries to find her eyes before speaking. "-wait. wait. wait. say it again. please?" is this the time or the place? probably not. but she started it.

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annie knows it can take a moment to get his attention. jason gets all wrapped up in things. she loves it, really, feels privileged to get to know what it looks like when his eyes light up, even if it means she ends up repeating herself a few times. they have things to do, trouble to escape, but time is malleable, and they both have plenty of it.

annie pulls to a stop and smiles. pink is creeping up her cheeks. he didn't think- well, who else could would she have said that to? surely, he has to know she's enamored with him by now. "um. okay." annie giggles. it felt natural to say the first time but now, she's nervous. he's looking at her like she hung the moon. saying please. the full weight of his attention is giving her butterflies. "you are very pretty..." she reaches up and touches his face, palm to his jaw, thumb brushing over the warm blush at the apple of his cheek. "... and i'd like it if you came along with me, pretty boy."

[outoft0uch]

35. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep .

the house is loud.

audibly, yes, the house is loud: sheets of rain slam into the side of the house. the wind is howling like a wild animal. every gust makes the glass of the grand windows rattle in their panes. but the house is loud in other ways, too. annie feels distinctly watched.

annie's soaked down to her bones. they'd spent so long outside the place, circling around and around, trying to find a reasonable way in. she shivers, teeth clacking together. she sweeps her flashlight side to side, over painted portraits of boring looking rich people. one in particular catches her attention. a man with tall brown hair "mj?" annie's voice echoes. she gets the impression she shouldn't let him stray too far, that she shouldn't go off by herself. the whole place is giving her a feeling. "jason?"

[heatherbecker]

@outoft0uch not a chance.  never again.  where you go,  i go. 

heather suddenly feels flustered. the blush doesn't make it pass layers of make up, she just stares wide eye at annie. the hand she is holding out is petrifying. there's a moment of not only hesitation, but doubt. she feels so sincere, heather can feel like as if a blanket is neatly put upon her shoulders. it's a warm embrace, and heather is unfamiliar with it. it's too hot, too much.

it's a scared animal response, it takes her a couple of minutes to sit with it. it wasn't such a big deal, eating alone, sitting alone, loneliness is no longer an affliction but a part of heather. "you seem so sure." heather starts, regaining some sort of hand in this situation. "-what if you don't like where i am going, annie." it's a soft statement, a thorn made human. a warning. heather feels something else, something she does not want to admit to.

[outoft0uch]

annie tilts her head to the side, her hair tumbling over her shoulder with the movement. it's hard to figure out what it means when heather looks at her like this. wide eyed and serious. annie thinks she would be less hard to read without all the make up-- but that would be weird. the white face and the dark eyes suit her, in a weird way annie didn't know could work until they met. "i am sure, heather. i'm easy to please, y'know." she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. kids always thought she was kinda intense. it was okay when they were younger but not so much anymore. mom always says that's her power comes from how much she cares.

she leans forward, gets closer like that'll help her see what's going on in the other girl's head. heather smells clean, and sweet, and a little earthy, like a walk through the forest. she only wants to know heather, just to know her, because she really is different than everyone else annie knows. but, sometimes, annie gets the impression heather thinks she's being disingenious. that there's some sort of motive. it makes annie's chest hurt to think of what that would feel like- like no one can be trusted. annie reaches out, gently puts her hand over the dark fabric of heather's sleeve. "what's not to like if you're there?"

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[pitchking]

.. ㅤ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑, @outoft0uch ㅤ ㅤ⚾︎ ᵎᵎ ㅤ ㅤthe party.

the party doesn't end so much as it decays. it's been rotting from the inside out for hours now, maybe longer. time's hard to track in a place like this: where the clocks are either broken or ignored and the windows are blacked out with sheets that smell like cigarettes and sweat. anything to keeps the cops away. what's left of the night clings to the walls in a thin, greasy film. beer's gone warm in forgotten cans. something sticky coats the kitchen floor, grabbing at the soles of shoes that drag more than they step. and the air tastes like metal and sugar and something chemical underneath it all. bodies are everywhere, but none of them really here. slumped over armrests, folded into corners, stretched out on carpet that hasn't been clean in years. a guy in a denim jacket is half-laughing, half-choking in his sleep. two girls share a couch with their heads tipped together like something almost tender, except for the sharp, sour reek of whatever they poured down their throats an hour, or three, ago. the music gave up before anyone else did.

the cassette sits mangled inside the player, tape ribbon spilling out in dark loops like guts. it must've warped, chewed through when someone tried to rewind it too many times, or maybe it just couldn't take the heat. the silence it left behind isn't peaceful: it's heavy, buzzing faintly with the hum of bad wiring and the occasional groan from the house itself. like it's tired. like it wants everyone gone.

charlie stands off from it all, in the hallway where the noise used to bleed the loudest. now it's one of the quietest places in the house, which isn't saying much. his shoulder leans against the wall, wallpaper flaking under the weight of all of hawkins behind him, and he watches the aftermath with a kind of detached clarity that feels almost like guilt. he doesn't feel good, exactly. just less gone than everyone else. annie's beside him. she's sunk down against the baseboard, knees drawn in, her head tipped back so it rests against the wall. her hair's a little wild, a smudge of something. mascara, maybe, ghosted faint under one eye. she looks tired in a way that cuts through everything else for him. beautiful as ever. charlie glances at her, nudging an empty can away with the side of his foot. it rolls, hits the wall, settles. done. "hey," he says, gentle. "c'mon. let's getcha outta here, baby." anywhere.

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a loll of her head, a gargantuan effort to peer out from beneath her heavy lids. annie misses the mark; when she opens her eyes, a singular overhead light blurs into a set of three. the discoloured plastic of the dome light douses the whole hallway in an sickly, mustard yellow. she blinks, a flash of brightness, blinks again. light, dark. the peachy dark behind her closed eyelids. the light, again, as she takes in the curling wallpaper, the mold creeping down from a watermark in the ceiling, and finally, something worth staring at: charlie. charlie painted with deep blue shadows, charlie with the highest points of his face glowing gold even in the poor lighting, charlie's eyes crinkled up from his smile. the type of good and easy and nice you think doesn't exist until it's in front of you.

"you're ready?" she drank too much, maybe. or the lingering smell of alcohol is making her think she has. it’s hard to tell in moments like these. annie likes parties fine. she likes talking to people she normally doesn't, she likes walking through the front door and being swept up in a current of energy. people act differently on nights they're going to get too drunk to remember, she's noticed. they sing louder, bring up plans for all the things they'll do when they're finally out of this place. annie likes when people dream big, when the future feels close and inevitable. she delights in the easy rhythm of these things, right up until the mood inevitably shifts. all the teenage angst that looms above their heads always rains down at some point. fights in the kitchen, arguments in the bathrooms. she feels so much older than it all, sometimes.

"y’sure? i can rally." she would, too. if charlie only said the word, annie would stand up, head back out into the dregs of the party. slur through a conversation about something, anything, if it meant she could look over and find him surrounded by his friends, nursing a drink, laughing. that's the thing about him. charlie's easy to find in a crowded room. he looms too large to properly fit in, a puzzle piece that has to be coaxed and begged into slotting with the rest. a surge of affection runs through her like a shot. annie reaches out, threads her fingers in with his. the casual touch is thrilling, like she hasn't reached out to feel him a thousand times before, or like they aren't in one of the grimiest houses she's ever seen, or like she isn't a little too drunk to get herself back to her feet. she squints into a smile, cheeks warm, surely pink. "hi, baby."

[0008753]

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :             send a number  1 - 30  to take a closer look inside this characters life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life.        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         bonus if you explain why it’s there!

01.     pockets. 02.     bag   /   purse. 03.     car trunk. 04.     car glovebox. 05.     closet. 06.     bedside table drawer. 07.     medicine cabinet. 08.     wallet. 09.     “junk” drawer. 10.     pantry. 11.     phone home screen. 12.     frequently used emojis. 13.     to do list. 14.     computer home screen. 15.     bookcase. 16.     cd collection. 17.     calendar for this month. 18.     “secret” hiding spot. 19.     five most recent in contact list.  20.     refrigerator.  21.     home safe.  22.     amazon shopping cart.  23.     bank account.  24.     first aid kit.  25.     five most recent in google search history.  26.     most used playlist.  27.     least used playlist.  28.     five most recent sent text messages  29.     five most recent received text messages  30.     netflix watch history. 

[finalmemes]

THE LOST BOYS. roleplay sentence starters of the 1987 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, language, horror, blood.

hey, i liked that song.

how about this?

wait, that's from my era!

what's that smell?

smells like someone died.

i think you're really going to like living in [ location ].

any jobs around here?

looks like he's dead.

if he's dead can we go back to [ location ]?

this is a pretty cool place / for the texas chainsaw massacre.

have you seen a tv? i haven't seen a tv, [ name ]. you know what it means when there's no tv? no mtv.

[ name ], we are flat broke.

no running in the house!

rules! we've got some rules around here.

there are some bad elements around here.

you're telling me we've moved to the murder capital of the world?

well, let me put it this way. if all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once, we'd have one hell of a population problem.

read the tv guide, you don't need a tv.

excuse me, i wonder if you could help us.

we only come here to watch one thing.

i told you not to come in here anymore.

you have a generous nature. i like that in a person.

so how may i help you this evening? we have it all. the best selection in [ location ].

i look that needy, huh?

i'm at the mercy of your sex glands!

don't you have something better to do than follow me around all night?

just scoping your civilian wardrobe.

pretty cool, huh? / for a fashion victim.

listen buddy, if you're looking for the diet frozen yogurt bar, it went out of business last summer.

where the hell are you from? krypton?

i don't like horror comics.

i thought i heard something.

nobody drives this baby but me.

that's as close to town as i like to get.

noticed anything unusual about [ location ] yet?

are you guys sniffing old newsprint or something?

you think you really know what's happening here, don't you? well, i'll tell you something. you don't know shit, buddy.

we are dedicated to a higher purpose. we're fighters for truth, justice, and the american way.

there's our number on the back and pray you never need to call us.

if you want your ear pierced, i'll do it.

wanna get something to eat?

you don't have to beat me, [ name ]. you just have to try and keep up.

how far are you willing to go, [ name ]?

that's what i love about this place. you ask, and then you get.

i can never sleep with the closet door open, either. not even a crack.

don't sneak up on people like that!

how are those maggots?

you're eating maggots. how do they taste?

no hard feelings, huh?

you're one of us, bud.

[ 1st name ] wants to know what's going on. [ 2nd name ], what's going on?

bottoms up, man.

what time is it?

you need sunglasses to talk on the phone?

are you freebasing? inquiring minds want to know.

are you still in bed?

[ name ], would you do me a favor?

it's been a long time since somebody asked me out to dinner.

i'm gonna make you a sandwich.

all you do is give attitude lately.

what did you do to my dog, asshole?

you're a creature of the night, [ name ]. just like out of a comic book.

you're a vampire, [ name ]. my own [ sibling ], a goddamn shit-sucking vampire. you wait 'til mom finds out!

stay away from me, [ name ]!

you did the right thing by calling us.

you better get yourself a garlic t-shirt, buddy. or it's your funeral.

[ name ], i think we have to have a real long talk about something.

what's going on there? [ name ], i'm starting to get worried.

we should stay calm.

who's making that noise?

we've got to stick together, [ name ].

we're gonna work this out. trust me, okay?

you had me scared to death.

i can't believe you people.

can i sleep in here with you tonight?

what's happening to me, [ name ]?

we've been aware of some very serious [ creature ] activity in town for a long time.

[ location ] has become a haven for the undead.

as a matter of fact, we're almost certain that ghouls and werewolves occupy high position at city hall.

kill your brother. you'll feel better.

are we gonna have company again?

hi, i didn't hear you come in!

[ name ], what's the matter with you?

what's gotten into you tonight?

our batting average isn't terrific, is it?

if you ever want to see [ name ] again, you better come with us now.

initiation's over, [ name ]. time to join the club.

i have to talk to you. can i come up?

you drank someone's blood? are you crazy?!

why didn't you kill me last night?

what are you doing here? what do you want from me?

i got connections.

i don't want you going down there.

if something happens down there, i won't have the strength to protect you.

chill out, [ name ].

where did you say you met these guys?

we're on the right trail. flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns.

this isn't funny.

i'm not kidding! they're coming to the house as soon as it gets dark!

i better get cleaned up, then.

they'll be coming for all of us.

i say we terminate them right now.

you missed, sucker.

holy shit! it's the attack of eddie munster!

you afraid to face me, [ name ]?

don't let them see me like this.

nothing's changed.

has everyone gone crazy? what's the matter with all of you?

is everybody okay?

how much do you think we should charge them for this?

one thing about living in [ location ] i never could stomach. all the damn vampires.

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outoft0uch ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ     ROXANNE ‘ANNIE’ SUMMERS: A TIME TRAVELING ORIGINAL CHARACTER. mutuals only. low activity. 21+. written by ripley.

[outoft0uch]

HAWKINS, INDIANA. MARCH, 1985.

there are stores in the mall where nobody ever enters. it could be a variety of reasons. the facade is unappealing. the location is in a dark, oddly cold corner in an otherwise well lit shopping center. the music wafting out is jarringly sad in the middle of an otherwise cheerful spring day. or, in this case, all of the above.

annie’s leaning up against a white wall next to the changing rooms, bags piled up at her feet. she’s had a ball of a time spending her whole paycheck on sweaters and skirts and hairbands, dragging chris from store to store. this was the only stop chris had specifically requested, the weird dingy little shop on the bottom floor of starcourt, and annie could hardly say no. it’s mostly men’s clothes, drab and unexciting, but annie has politely kept this opinion to herself throughout their shopping.

@drunivers, from chris: "can you help me zip this up?"

the metal rings at the curtain rod rattles as chris slides it open. annie struggles to remove herself from her maze of shopping bags but eventually gets free. she slips into the dressing room, her back turned to chris so she can pull the curtain back into place. annie turns around, first catching a glimpse of chris' face, then the bare skin of her shoulders.

"woah." annie breathes. chris’ top is black leather, and skin tight, and dips lower than the usual t-shirt collar chris wears, showing off a bony piece of sternum. it’s the type of thing plastered on the front of magazines behind the counter at work, what she imagines is being worn at biker bars. she gapes for a second, unable to figure out where to look. annie can't fathom from where in the store chris picked this up. "um. okay." she fights to recover. if she were trying on something so different, annie would want a nice reaction. her lips curve into a smile, friendly, even if she's a little shaken for a reason she can't quite name. "you're going to have to turn around for my help, silly."

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.    (  a collection of various  location prompts centered around time & weather.  feel free to adjust as desired.  )

[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[bigheartedasks]

stick seasons (forever) rp meme.

an album by noah kahan – PART 1. i've modified certain lyrics to fit better as a sentence but please feel free to change any pronouns or sentence structure according to your preferences. trigger warning: for discussion of alcoholism and sobriety, recreational and medicinal use of drugs, and suicidal ideation.

❛ how you been? you settled down? ❜

❛ you feeling proud? ❜

❛ how are your kids? where are they now? ❜

❛ you lose your friends, you lose your wife. ❜

❛ what does it mean? ❜

❛ if i get too close, and i'm not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude. ❜

❛ i was raised on little light. ❜

❛ you're scared to live, scared to die. ❜

❛ i was raised out in the cold. ❜

❛ you promised me that i was more than all the miles combined. ❜

❛ you must have had yourself a change of heart. ❜

❛ your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign. ❜

❛ you kept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right. ❜

❛ now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face. ❜

❛ memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replace. ❜

❛ i am terrified of weather 'cause i see you when it rains. ❜

❛ i saw your mom, but she forgot that i existed. ❜

❛ it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim. ❜

❛ i'm split in half, but that'll have to do. ❜

❛ thought that if i piled something good on all my bad, that i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad. ❜

❛ i'll dream each night of some version of you – that i might not have, but i did not lose. ❜

❛ i am no longer funny, 'cause i miss the way you laugh. ❜

❛ you once called me forever, now you still can't call me back. ❜

❛ my other half was you. ❜

❛ i hope this pain's just passin' through, but i doubt it. ❜

❛ my folks still talk, they speak in these two-words sentences. ❜

❛ i'm sayin' too much but you know how it gets out here. ❜

❛ no winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere. ❜

❛ we once sang retrograde, we'd shake the frame of your car. ❜

❛ now i know your name, but not who you are. ❜

❛ it's all okay – there ain't a drop of bad blood. ❜

❛ it's all my love; you've got all my love. ❜

❛ i'm still out here with the pills and the dogs. ❜

❛ if you need me, dear, i'm the same as i was. ❜

❛ write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be. ❜

❛ you burrowed in under my skin, what i'd give to have you out of me. ❜

❛ i still recall how the leather in your car feels. ❜

❛ at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars healed. ❜

❛ well, i'm gonna lean in for a kiss thirty feet from where your parents slept… ❜

❛ i looked so confident, babe, i swear, i was scared to death. ❜

❛ i smiled stupid the whole way home. ❜

❛ those five words in my head, you said, "i'll never let you go". ❜

❛ there was heaven in your eyes. ❜

❛ everything's alright when she calls me back. ❜

❛ look at me and don't you lie. ❜

❛ don't you hold your head up high. ❜

❛ bullshit, i do not have time. ❜

❛ i do not exist to die. ❜

❛ i live to die while saving you. ❜

❛ does it bite at your edges ? do you lie awake restless ? ❜

❛ why am i so obsessives, hanging on to every sentence ? ❜

❛ this town's the same as you left it. ❜

❛ your page was blank but i read it. ❜

❛ i'm runnin' out of tears to cry; they're gone before they hit my cheeks. ❜

❛ maybe it's the air out here or maybe something's changin' me. ❜

❛ if you think that you could wake me up, then you don't know how well i sleep. ❜

❛ you love me and i don't know why. ❜

❛ all the pain i should have saved. ❜

❛ i was too afraid of livin' life in your footsteps. ❜

❛ i'm in the business of losing your interest. ❜

❛ don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden? ❜

❛ my house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. ❜

❛ when they mention the sad kid in a sad house on balch street, you won't have to guess who they're speaking about. ❜

❛ come over. ❜

❛ i was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad. ❜

❛ my house is just barely big enough for my family, but it feels like a fortress when the weather gets bad. ❜

❛ my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it. ❜

❛ i know that i'm not much, i know that i'm not cool. ❜

❛ someday i'm gonna be somebody people want. ❜

❛ the silence is making me nostalgic. ❜

❛ we were kids, but that don't make this less hard. ❜

❛ if i could fly i doubt i'd even do it. ❜

❛ gave me your word and now i can't pronounce it. ❜

❛ you and all of your new perspective now – wish i could shut it in a closet and drag you back down. ❜

❛ no thing's so sure that i can't learn to doubt it. ❜

❛ this town is for the record now. ❜

❛ it's been a long year. ❜

❛ would we survive in a horror movie? i doubt it, we're too slow moving. ❜

❛ we trust everyone we meet. ❜

❛ we're two bodies riddled with scars from our preteens. ❜

❛ everywhere, everything – i wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat. ❜

❛ 'til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. ❜

❛ drive slowly, i know every route in this county. ❜

❛ it's been a long year and all of our book's pages dog-eared. ❜

❛ we write out the ends on our palms, dear – then forget to read. ❜

❛ the party's gone slower, and no one will tempt you. we know you got sober. ❜

❛ there's orange juice in the kitchen, it's yours if you want it. ❜

❛ we're just glad you could visit. ❜

❛ feels like i've been ready for you to come home for so long. ❜

❛ i didn't think to ask you where you'd gone, why'd you go? ❜

❛ you said my heart has changed and my soul has changed. ❜

❛ i haven't drank in six months on the dot. ❜

❛ not one nick on your finger, you just asked me to hold you. ❜

❛ it made you a stranger and filled you with anger. ❜

❛ don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on ? ❜

❛ are we all just crows to you now? are we all just pulling you down? ❜

❛ you didn't put those bones in the ground. ❜

❛ darlin', speak to me but don't you say a word. ❜

❛ light a cigarette, i'll watch it as it burns. ❜

❛ remember tellin' me that you thought you were cursed? ❜

❛ i'm in love with every song you've ever heard. ❜

❛ if i could lose you, i would. ❜

❛ I said, love is fast asleep on a dirt road with your head on my shoulder. ❜

❛ all the time we used to have – those things i miss, but know are never comin' back. ❜

❛ no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft. ❜

❛ for a few moments, i see you. ❜

❛ if i was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we'd fit. ❜

❛ but love leaves little runway, and every time we run straight over it. ❜

❛ so i took my medication and i poured my trauma out on some sad-eyed middle aged man's overpriced new leather couch. ❜

❛ we argued about [topic], finally found some middle ground. ❜

❛ i said "i'm cured". ❜

❛ i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts; keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart. ❜

❛ i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them. ❜

❛ i ignore things, and i move sideways until i forget what i felt in the first place. ❜

❛ at the end of the day i know there are worse ways to stay alive. ❜

❛ i'm terrified that i might never have met me. ❜

❛ if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i'll drive. ❜

❛ why's pain so damn impatient? ain't like it's got a place to be. it keeps rushing me. ❜

❛ if all my life was wasted, i don't mind, i'll watch it go. ❜

❛ it's better to die numb than feel it all. ❜

[emziess]

Victoria Pedretti as Dani Clayton The Haunting of Bly Manor