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private, modern, novel and headcanon based carrie white by v.
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ok with artbreeder and ps i have made miss carrie white !!
❝ kill bill: vol 1 ❞ ( 2003 ) sentence meme
content warning: profanity, violence, sexuality
Do you find me sadistic?
This moment, this is me at my most … masochistic.
It’s mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality.
You and I have unfinished business.
It was not my intention to do this in front of you. For that, I’m sorry.
When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge, it seems proof like no other that not only does God exist, you’re doing his will.
What she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness.
You and I have unfinished business!
I want him to know what I know. I want him to know I want him to know.
I might never have liked you, point in fact I despised you. But that shouldn’t suggest that I don’t respect you.
Word of advice, shithead: don’t you ever wake up.
Suppress all human emotion and compassion. Kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God or Buddha himself.
Revenge is never a straight line. It’s a forest, and like a forest it’s easy to lose your way … to get lost … to forget where you came in.
As your leader, I encourage you, from time to time and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic.
Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now’s the fucking time!
That woman deserves her revenge, and we deserve to die.
You have every right to want to get even.
She’s a little blood-spattered angel.
Do you want to screw me?
You can beg better than that!
I have vermin to kill.
Look. I know I fucked you over. I fucked you over bad. I wish to God I hadn’t, but I did..
it’s always sunny in philadelphia sentence starters
part 1
“I hate listening to people’s dreams. It is like flipping through a stack of photographs. If I’m not in any of them and nobody is having sex, I just don’t care.”
“Why do these people like you guys so much?”
“Is he jo..? Is that..? Are you.. joking?”
“You’re making an asshole out of yourself.”
“I think they can just smell how disgusting you are.”
“Pff…sucks for me.”
“Are you actually gonna throw away all your convictions for a chance to get laid?”
“Oh my God! I will…I will smash your face into- into a jelly!”
“We could get into a lot of trouble for this.”
“We would get a bunch of forties from a homeless guy and we would go sit in some park.”
“Every time some guy talks to you that you like, you get so nervous that you drink yourself into oblivion.”
“No, I don’t like where this is headed.”
“Okay, you know what dude you gotta stop.”
“Well, I’m a bad guy then!”
“You are a bad guy! You lied to us!”
“I shot you in your head! I am so sorry!”
“Yeah… still wish you hadn’t shot me.”
“No, look, I’m not talking about killing the guy. I’m just talking about going up there with a group of dudes and intimidate him, maybe break his arm.”
“I have a little bit of a problem with old people…I find them kinda creepy…and scary. And gross, kinda gross. It’s their hands really, you can see right through ‘em and all their inside business.”
“You jackholes are securing your places in heck.”
“We’ve thought about it. We’re willing to roll the dice.”
“So in a way, my life is ruined.”
“Uh, in the meantime, I’m gonna go in the back office and cry, and cry, and cry, and drink for a while.”
“Emotional release, another giant step forward.”
“You’re goin’ to heck, dude.”
❝ step brothers ❞ ( 2008 ) sentence meme
content warning: profanity
Last week, we put Liquid Paper on a bee… And it died.
Sprechen Sie Dick?
I felt like I was hovering over my own body, watching myself sing.
You’re a big, fat, curly-headed fuck!
Why are you so sweaty?
Did we just become best friends?
This house is a fucking prison! On planet Bullshit! In the galaxy of This Sucks Camel Dicks!
Close your eyes. Let the dirt just shower over you.
You must feel just terrible. I mean, I know I feel bad.
You don’t take responsibility for your actions! And that’s why this is all your fault!
I still hate you, but you’ve got a pretty awesome collection of nudie mags.
I’m not making myself clear… I don’t give a fuck.
This is the funnest night ever!
I would follow you into the mists of Avalon, if that’s what you mean.
You get outta my face, or I’m gonna roundhouse your ass!
Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.
That’s cute. I remember when I had my first beer.
That’s so funny the last time I heard that, I laughed so hard I fell off my dinosaur.
Shush up for one second. Shut your mouth. Wait. Shut your mouth.
If you don’t change your face… I’m gonna change it for you.
I don’t even hear you, your face is driving me nuts.
He had the craziest look in his eyes, and at one point he said, “Let’s get it on”.
You better not go to sleep. As soon as your eyes shut, I’m gonna punch you square in the face.
I’m gonna take a pillow case… and fill it… full of bars of soap, and beat the shit out of you.
𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟.
𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄.
@CARRIEWHITE: first date with @shotjocks ... ♡ couldn’t fit him in the shot ):
i finally found an fc to fit carrie ...
@shotjocks asked ... ❝ 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆? ❞
if anyone else asked, you’d ignore them. turn on your heel and pretend you didn’t hear, wouldn’t even look at their face ‘cause you know the biggest shit eating grin would be plastered there, evil eyes glinting with pride of their sins. but jason dean ... he wouldn’t do such a thing. he don’t even need a crowd, he’s a crowd of his own. you’d like to think sometimes that if he did have a crowd, though, you’d be part of it. sometimes you imagine a life where things are different, and the two of you could’ve been normal, happy high schoolers, with friends. going on dates to the skating rink or the fair. drinking milkshakes, maybe even letting him drive you home on his motorcycle. oh, mama’d have a fit --
you’ve been staring at him too long. you can’t even imagine the look on your face ... dumbfounded, or just plain dumb. ❝ 𝐡𝐮𝐡? ❞ you heard him. you damn well heard him, but maybe you just wanna hear him say it again. yet, before he can, you gather yourself. or, you try to... the sentence comes out all jumbled, ❝ 𝒊𝒇𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒐... ❞ you could give him a disclaimer, a warning for what going to prom with you will do to his already tarnished image, but you’re sure he already knows. the best part is that he really doesn’t seem to care.
𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.
remnants of the girl you once were are scattered about the morning sky, the dawn encompassing as far as you can see to settle in as a reminder that there will always be another day to live. for you. for now. ❛❛ … you think so ? ❜❜ it leaves your mouth in a moment of consideration, like you’re never certain of what’s to come. but if carrie looked close enough, she might notice that cerulean hues express a sight rarely seen in the likes of you: hopefulness. ❛❛ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. ❜❜
❝ 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨. ❞ there was a time where you thought you’d always need your mother. even as you held her dead body in your arms, your blood staining the knife in her hand, you didn’t think you could go on. yet, you woke up three days later right as rain. and ever since then, you’ve relied on yourself and yourself only ... well .. save for abigail, now. you’ve let her in. you can only hope that your next words will prove true, ❝ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. ❞
@shotjocks ♰🎔
the morning scrub. when you get to your locker you already know what’s gonna be there, and that’s why you keep dish soap and a rag in there at all times. it takes up space that could be used for valuables or decor like you’ve noticed some of the other girls have, but you’re honestly sure if you put anything you didn’t want messed with in there, somebody’d steal your combo and your stuff after that.
you’re lucky, at least, that the locker next to you is empty.. or, was. holding your books close to your chest, at first when you’re approaching, you think he’s digging around in your locker. but, as you get a little closer, you see that it’s the vacant one. and then you notice that his is not a face you recognize. oh, he’s definitely new. as you approach, he doesn’t sneer at you. doesn’t particularly seem to notice you at all, actually, but you could be wrong about that. you’re just so used to the immediate response of disgust or malice that anything other than that... well, they can’t have even realized you were there, right?
CARRIE WHITE BLOWS is sprayed across not only your locker, but his. you got most of it, but BLOWS is perfectly fitted across the front of his, so as you get out the supplies, you muster up the courage to turn to him. ❝ 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛’𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞. – 𝒊'𝒎 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞. ❞ aka, i’m the reason your first day is already tainted. they’re definitely gonna tease you for having to stash your stuff next to scary carrie. maybe if you’re nice enough, get the apologies over with, he won’t hate you. at the very best, you imagine a person who could tolerate you. does he seem like someone who coud? you don’t know. you just know that he wears a lot of black and while he’s rather intimidating, he’s handsome. -- oh, that only makes it worse, doesn’t it?
carrie white is not slim. she is not skinny. she is overweight, and there is NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. and i will never shut up about it.
genuinely, i can’t tell y’all how fucking done i am with this bullshit. i swear to god, it’s like once a god damn month i see a new carrie pop up and none of them are brave enough to write her how she is meant to be written. STOP ERASING ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PARTS OF HER CHARACTER. fat people experience so much fucking discrimination it’s unreal. pig’s blood for a pig. what do you think that means ? who really calls slim women pigs ?? and if that’s not enough for you, as it never is, here’s a few examples of carrie white’s appearance being described in the novel.
page 4: “Carrie stood among them stolidly, a frog among swans. She was a chunky girl with pimples on her neck and back and buttocks, her hair completely without color.”
page 10: “She backed away, howling in the new silence, fat forearms crossing her face, a tampon stuck in the middle of her pubic hair.”
page 12: “Miss Desjardin employed the standard tactic of hysterics: She slapped Carrie smartly across the face. She hardly would have admitted the pleasure the act gave her, and she certainly would have denied that she regarded Carrie as a fat, whiny bag of lard. A first year teacher, she still believed that she thought all children were good.”
page 34: “she was such a pretty girl. i’ve seen some high school pictures of her, and that horrible fuzzy black and white photo on the cover of newsweek. i look at them and all i can think is, dear god, where did she go? what did that woman do to her? then i feel sick and sorry. she was so pretty, with pink cheeks and bright brown eyes, and her hair the shade of blonde you know will darken and get mousy. sweet is the only word that fits. sweet and bright and innocent. her mother’s sickness hasn’t touched her very deeply, not then.”
page 47: “She undressed— first her blouse, then her hateful knee length skirt, her slip, her girdle, her petipants, her garter belt, her stockings.”
page 48: “She was thick through the waist only because sometimes she felt so miserable, empty, bored, that the only way to fill that gaping, whistling hole was to eat and eat and eat — but she was not that thick through the middle. Her body chemistry would not allow her to go beyond a certain point. And she thought her legs were actually pretty, almost as pretty as Sue Snell’s or Vicky Hanscoms’s.”
page 50: “She hated her face, her dull, stupid, bovine face, the vapid eyes, the red, shiny pimples, the nests of blackheads.”
and that’s only some. that’s only to page 50, not even halfway through the book. carrie white was a teenage girl with acne and extra weight and she was beautiful. the fact that you have to reduce her to conventionally attractive proves you do not get the core message of the book. you do not get it. you can be attractive and be fat. you can be attractive and have acne. you can be human.
people will push and push and push you until you absolutely break, especially if you are not up to their standards. this shit is beyond disrespectful. knock it the fuck off.
ca.rrie white and eddie k.aspbrak are cousins i will not be accepting criticism
ive come back to this because i was reading a fic earlier that was an au where eddie n carrie were cousins and eddie had the same powers as carrie and the medication sonia gave him was really to suppress those powers and a bunch of other stuff happened DUH and while i will not be subscribing to the plot because it was also technically a redd.ie fic which is not something i ship at all n it strayed too far from the actual It plot...........that’s kinda cool...................like wow..........dude....
okay but like. carrie white was in the right
traumatised girl is bullied by her peers and relentlessly religiously abused by her mother and just wants to be a normal well liked girl? faces an event no one warned her about that scares her and in reponse her peers and mother terrorize her? and begins developing powers she doesnt understand and cant control? and another girl employs her boyfriend to help her feel normal except the girls that bullied her continue to traumatize her on what she felt was the best night of her life by killing the boy she was with and drenching her in the thing that rehashes the initial, horrific catalyst? carrie white didnt do anything wrong
Carrie White: *brutally kills all of her tormentors with her psychic powers*
Me:
So I reread the book lately for my podcast, and what’s interesting is that Carrie doesn’t even set out to kill anyone at first. She wants to make the sprinklers go off so that everyone else gets drenched the way she did. Carrie actually leaves the prom, goes and lies on the front lawn, then thinks, “Hey, I have psychic powers, and I can totally accomplish this reverse prank.” The only thing is the use of her psychic abilities degrades her ability to reason (no, really, that’s something King explicitly wrote out). So when she locks the doors on everyone and then sets off t he sprinklers, it causes an electrical fire. But Carrrie’s doing so much psychic work (you could say “carrying such a heavy mental load”) that she’s unable to reason beyond the fact that the fire will also punish these people who just laughed at her for getting covered in blood. And once that happens, Carrie’s like, “hey, fire’s such a great idea. You know who could use more of it? This entire fucking town.”
✧*:・゚✧ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. ( 𝟏 / ? )