so far from sight and mind

I wanna kill the lights

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It was Nathan Marsh!

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To make things a little less obvious for Rabbit, Alex in this verse having had his dad's surname when he was a teenager?? He switched back to Prescott when he changed his name as an adult 😔❤️

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Rabbit punching the shit out of Alex and demanding to know where he got that book,,,

YES???

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The old polaroid camera clicked, then whirred in Alex's hands as the image of Desmond Baker's dead face was impressed upon the film and then spat out into the daylight. Alex carefully removed the still-developing image from the camera and stepped over to the back patio, where there was a little bit of shade he could leave the camera and the photo until he was done cleaning up.

He had to admit, looking back over the crumpled body lying in the middle of the yard, that this felt different from every one that had come before it. Michael, Dennis, Cameron-- those had all been done out of pure necessity. He wasn't proud or elated that he had to take them out of the world, only relieved that he no longer had to worry about them. They weren't his problem anymore. Desmond had never really been his problem in the first place, but the spatter of blood where it spread out over the grass and arced against the wooden fence looked to him like a work of art. He did feel pride, and a whole lot of it.

Walking back over to him, he grabbed Desmond by the wrists and started to drag him backwards. The man's face was practically nothing but pulp anymore-- that rusty shovel Alex had paid cash for at a flea market across the state line had done its job as well as could be expected. There wouldn't be any use in cleaning up the blood or hiding the murder weapon, since he'd documented it for Rabbit to find, anyway. The only thing he needed to do was sweep the place for his own fingerprints and get out of dodge.

He left Desmond lying in the living room next to his parents. Alex had shown up just that morning, knocking on their door and claiming to be a journalist who wanted their side of Jack Stone's story. He'd known Desmond was hungover and probably passed out upstairs, and figured he'd deal with him last. He hadn't entirely expected to get away with taking a knife to his parents without getting caught, but he supposed maybe they'd known it'd all come back to bite them in the ass, one day.

He washed up in their bathroom, changed his clothes, and spent a while wiping down surfaces to blot out any evidence. Then he retrieved his camera, gave the polaroid a cursory glance to see that it'd developed bright and clear, and left. A package was dumped at the post office by the mid-afternoon, the return address Rabbit's old house. Tucked inside, safe and sound, was a well-loved paper back. Alex had left three polaroids between the pages, sticking just slightly out of the top edge. He didn't sign his name anywhere-- he figured Rabbit would know who had sent it.

@gruesomejack

[gruesomejack]

smoke show ❤️

[gruesomejack]

"Why are you staring at me?"

He didn't usually keep it that long. Rabbit had ignored the plea for explanation to continue looking, his eyes roaming across the man's bearded jaw. Alex's face was always sort of scratchy with stubble, no more than a week's worth of growth lingering on his cheeks. Rabbit never uttered a complaint-- There was nothing to complain about; he loved seeing any and all of Alex in whatever way he felt like showing up for him that day.

And yet, there was something magnetic in the thicker, scruffy patches growing there now.

"Jack. Hey, are you listening to-?" Cut off by a soft gasp, Alex's arms were up, instinctively wrapping themselves around the body that'd quickly invaded his space. Rabbit's breath was warm on his neck, making him shiver. Alex parted his lips to speak, but before he could get anything out, Jack had butted his cheek against his own. It was almost like a cat-- Exactly like a cat in the way he rubbed against him, even going as far as pushing out a low, sweet little noise from his throat that reminded Alex of a purr.

"Bunny..." The endearment came out in a breath, touched with a confused, but welcoming laugh. "What's up with you?" Not that he minded at all. Every trip he made up to the cabin was filled with the anticipation of Jack Stone's inability to keep his hands to himself. This, however, was a little different than that.

"Your beard's longer." Rabbit's voice was soft, but matter-of-fact. Face tilting, he buried his nose into the wiry patch of hair and breathed deep, taking in the scent of Alex's skin. It was nice. He liked the feeling of it against his lips, and the way it felt when the hair on his own face brushed against it.

"Yeah, I've been pretty busy the last few weeks. I wasn't really thinking about shaving." Alex shrugged, "Sorry if it's-" Rabbit sniffed him again and pushed his face into the soft skin under his jaw. Suddenly, it was crystal clear this wasn't something he was supposed to be apologizing for. "...Do you like it?"

The response he got was another low hum, followed by a nuzzle against his neck. Alex felt his face warm. Maybe he'd just have to forget his razor more often.

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I just know serial killer Alex Prescott would be obsessed with the The Living End. And especially that last scene of the living end

[zapatism]

lol ur watching the world cup finals sorry im too busy HAVING SEX

(texting my dick guy) we gotta have sex rn i just blogged

(dick guy) im watching the world cup

[zapatism]

lol ur watching the world cup finals sorry im too busy HAVING SEX

(texting my dick guy) we gotta have sex rn i just blogged

(dick guy) im watching the world cup

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Something Is Killing the Children (2019) #16

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I had a dream where Rabbit was a bigfoot/frogman-esque cryptid,,, Jack Rabbit but Alex gets kidnapped by a 8 foot tall monster man and falls in love with it

FhDHD YEAH

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I need to write Alex killing Des,,

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idiots (affectionate)・[78/?] ⤷ 3.22 — “Quagmire”