no wings needed.

( we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. ) original character ;; #postdemised

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always answer without hesitation: probably.

[postdemised-blog]

like this for a starter friends c;

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     ❝ which old white guys are YOU talking about?      all the old white guys around me are all… white      trash, and stuff. ❞

[postdemised-blog]

“i’m talking, like - harvard academics. guys with master’s degrees who go around smacking people with it because they’ve got an inferiority complex.”

[swordtoothed-blog]

         “i did. i didn’t say you could use it’s cute little face as a weapon of mass destruction.”

                       her nose crinkles for a minute, trying to hide something incredibly close to adoration as she watches her boyfriend basically showers ripley in affection. settling herself back, long legs crossed beneath her body; her head tilts to one side with a low laugh. of course, she’s weak as hell. and of course, she’s going to reach forward to take the tiny puppy in her arms again. cradling ripley against her chest with a small kiss to her nose.

         “keep this up and you, and your father, will be sleeping on the couch tonight.”

                        she throws luke a knowing glance.

[postdemised-blog]

“um, excuse me. i’m not destroying anything and neither is ripley. ripley’s a good dog, yes, you are, yes, you are.”

          luke continues to coo down at the puppy. he dotes on this dog like no tomorrow. he scratches behind the dog’s ears a little. but he also let andy take the dog. ripley’s legs scramble for a second but then she settles there, her head resting on andy’s arm. it’s really adorable. it is the most adorable thing he’s seen all day, basically. it was probably a terrible idea to give lucas nathaniel langston a dog, since now he has something else to love almost as unconditionally as he loves andy.

“okay, okay. jeez. driving a hard bargain.”

          he settles next to her and rests his head on her shoulder.

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we get the feeling. the bad part is it’s only ever going to get worse the longer he’s forced to be around them. he should stick to his guns, though. don’t let the garbage get into his head or anything. they’re not worth that. “ oh, yes. they’re one of the owners. “ what’s that sound? is that luke rolling his eyes so hard they fall out onto the ground?

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          he’s very good at not letting the garbage into his head. he’s been around garbage a lot in his life. this is just a way to avoid the garbage, to beat up the garbage and make it cry. or something like that. he’s not very good at fighting, actually. stop him from doing that.

“oh my god. oh my - god. why.”

          luke shuts his eyes and breathes out. sort of like he’s trying to decompress here.

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why are so many of you from hell

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     ❛     down here , as long as  the underside of y’shoes know the dirt of this earth.  you. are. ugly. we all are   .. i don’t believe in hope,  or much goodness. cus i haven’t reaped the benefits, like some,  by hopin .   this is survival.  and ———  , ❜ she leans upon him slightly, a hand curled on his shoulder. her voice is low,  being drawn across the knuckles of that small,  settled hand.  ❛     they know .  crossin that threshold,  becomin lit by the red lights above.  they know this is it for’m.   they come to die cus i tell’em  so.  gale depends on me …  the shepard to herd these sheep to righteous slaughter .. and they go cus i say what they’ve been wantin’ to hear for a long time . i may lure’m here,  but they decide to stay.                  can ya really call it murder if it’s done of their own   volition. angel of death and all, y’ought to be an  expert of the variations  and nitpicky details.   ❜

[postdemised-blog]

“well, i guess that pessimism is all yours. i like to believe in something better. but that’s fine. for you.”

          he doesn’t like her touching him. this is worrisome. normally luke is okay with touch, but he visibly glares at her a little when her hand settles on his shoulder. he is most certainly not lost in the mockingbird’s allure.

“i’m pretty sure they don’t legitimately walk in and go ‘yeah, this is it, i’m going to die’. if it was just about that, why make it a bar? why put up the whole facade of a business? it can’t be just about making money. i’ve met one of the owners. they’ve got enough money. it’s because you need a facade. you need to hide everything behind this. so you can’t say that they know, that it’s apparent. so this isn’t nitpicking. this is about actual murder. and i don’t have to sit here and smile along. i can sit in my corner and ruin my own small part of the atmosphere. work is not always about being happy with what you've got.”

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me, looking at liz: we fucked up

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Thinking is my fighting.

Virgina Woolf, Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid, dated May 15, 1940.   (via nahseekh)

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     ❛     slaughter .. sure it’s messy but it’s not slaughter. it’s ritual ———it’s religion . so sacred in it’s own rights. blood is always necessary, it is the universal currency. ‘specially here; it never goes to waste.  the mockingbird needs it .. so it don’t seem so senseless to me.  but , then again. i was born from blood…and sacrifice .      guess that means i got a weird  affinity for it. 

                                      y’need to go .. i feel bad when ya here. like . .. sad.    ❜

[postdemised-blog]

“it’s slaughter. slaughter is killing an enormous number of people indiscriminately. you can put slaughter in a different dress, a nun’s habit or whatever, but it’s still slaughter. it’s still an ugly thing. there’s nothing to celebrate here. it’s a lot of neon and horror, i guess, but nothing good. there's no actual hope. nothing that terry pratchett would've been proud of is a good way to put it.”

          he sounds absolutely certain.

“go send in a complaint to my bosses. i’m not here because i like it.”

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   gio can earn it. he’s good at that. he’s friendly. he can be, at least. and luke seems like a decent person. someone who doesn’t belong here, for sure. “ probably gale, right. we’re married. “ gross.

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          luke’s in that situation where he’s the only decent person surrounded by indecent people. he’s even worse off, in some ways, since he’s surrounded by indecent people who don’t care about being indecent. it grates on someone like luke, who believes that both the greater good is important, and that good is not always nice.

“wait. does gale, uh, work here?”

          a gesture at the mockingbird.

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what’s the deep without a monster lurking in the dark?

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     ❛     nah,  it ain’t ever that easy .good and bad  are utterly objective concepts.  but i know what,  we make you  mighty uncomfortable. dunno what it is,    ‘s like i can smell it. and my eyes are drawn to the way ya flinch . recoil at what’s goin on around ya.    ❜

[postdemised-blog]

“good and bad are nebulous, i know, i know. doesn’t mean i have to be comfortable with murder. i died, and whatever, but that’s not the same scenario. but i don’t like limbs being torn off. slaughter that’s needless.”