once upon a drag

A church of lies can't tell me what is right.

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rustysilver:

Rusty rolled his eyes, not missing Phillip’s attempt at changing the subject and secretly feeling a little grateful. He checked the time on his phone, he knew the closest cafe would probably be opening right about now. The world was beginning to wake up. He watched a jogger run past them, wondering why on Earth anybody would put themselves through the torture of early-morning exercise. “It’s this way.” He said, beginning to walk without checking to see if Phillip was behind him. “Come on.” 

Phillip pushed his hands into his pant’s pocket. For a moment he actually panicked, he didn’t think Rusty was going to allow the subject to change but let out a soft sigh of relief when he did.

He watched the runner and nodded to him. Phillip honestly could go for about another five miles but decided to not push himself that far. He just started walking after Rusty as he started walking. “Yes, Sir Rusty.”

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fckellict:

elliot raised her eyebrows for a moment, her lips forming an ‘o’ in shock. “wow, i’m glad my parents let me sleep in, in that case.” she chuckled, finally leading him to the diner and holding open the door for the both of them. they were seated in one of the booths and she aimlessly skimmed through the menu before switching her attention back towards the other. “so tell me more about yourself, phillip.” 

Phillip followed behind the small girl and took a seat across from her. It was weird and oddly nice. He hadn’t done something like this since before getting involved with Jason. A smile came to his lips for a moment but vanished when asked about himself. 

“What would you like to know?” He asked, taking a sip of his water.

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rustysilver:

Rusty continued to glare at Phillip. Sometimes he really, genuinely liked him. Even considered him a friend. Sometimes, on the other hand, he just couldn’t stand the guy. He had a vague suspicion that Phillip saw his customers as entertainment, as though he were above them all. But Phillip didn’t know anything about his history, where he had come from to get to this point. He had no right to make assumptions. “I don’t believe you.” He muttered, addressing both of his comments at the same time. “But fine. Whatever.”

Phillip grew bored and semi annoyed. He changed the subject, towards something apparently on a less touché subject. Phillip would bookmark that for later and to remember that the past was off limits but it did almost want him to dig deeper into the past of Rusty.

“A good thought,” Phillip commented, and pushed off the wall to start walking again. “Where is this cafe again?”

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late night self reflective asks 🌙

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

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🍯Honey Boy🍯

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rustysilver:

Rusty frowned, taking a drag of his cigarette. He felt a spark of anger ignite within his chest. “Blaming your customers for their issues is a pretty bad way of earning their loyalty.” He said bitterly, knowing he would probably buy from Phillip even if Phillip punched him in the face every time they decided to meet. The boy had something much more dangerous and alluring than customer service keeping his buyers coming back for more. Regardless, he didn’t appreciate the implication. He had a problem, he wasn’t a problem. Having a problem was something you could fix, something you had some degree of control over. Being a problem… well, that was something else entirely. The thought made him uncomfortable.

Phillip loved this part, the spark he saw in Rusty. And loyalty? Did Rusty truly think he gave a fuck about that? Everyone was replaceable, even the small and sad looking man in front of him. He wanted to laugh but kept his face to a sinister grin instead. Blaming the customers for their issue, their issue that they cannot deal with reality and go for drugs? Yeah Phillip was laughing, internally. “Down Rusty, I meant nothing by it,” Phillip said shaking his head. And it made him think maybe he did need to cut Rusty off before it went to something more. “Just speaking thoughts, won’t happen again.” At least not around him.

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daisybuchananrph:

Character Type: The Drug Dealer

The Dealer comes from nothing. They know what it’s like to literally have nothing. They’re Dad bailed on them, leaving the young kid to provide for their Mom alone. They start the game at a young age. Nobody respects them because they think they’re just a punk who’s trying to be cool by selling drugs. In their teenage years, they get cause arrested a few times. It’s not until they’re an adult- after going through so many untrustworthy people- that they establish a crew. Eight hours a day preparing the goods, packing them, then the rest of the day is spent making the deliveries. The dealer drives to the customer’s house and calls them to come down stairs. The customer gets in, they drive around the block, they make the exchange, the customer gets out, then the dealer drive to the next house.

Though not all Dealers use the drugs they sell, it’s a stressful life. They are motivated by being flat out broke and possibly trying to financially support loved ones as well. It’s all about the money. The Dealer treats customers like friends, greeting them with a warm “Good morning, sir” when they meet in their car. But when a customer owes them money and refuses to pay, it all goes to shit. The Dealer notifies his crew and goes after the customer, maybe humiliating him or hurting him if it comes down to it. The Dealer deals with a lot of bullcrap and lying customers. It’s a stressful job that they don’t want, but have to have. It’s their business. They look forward to the day where they have enough, can settle down, and move on from this awful job. “It’s the same shit everyday. Laugh about it, go home.” –NIMS, drug dealer.

+ traits

Motivated

Street smart

Calculating

Hidden dreams (for when they finish the game)

- traits

Disregard for rules

Impatience with uncooperative customers 

Stressed (maybe overly so)

Restless

All business, no pleasure

Helpful links:

What Drug Dealers Will Tell You

Documentary: How to Sell Drugs

Multiple Drug Reference Guides Made by Tumblr Users

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fckellict:

even though elliot was exhausted, and was most definitely not a morning person, she wanted to have his company. she smiled and nodded. “great, and no worries, it doesn’t bother me one bit.” she added. she walked a few feet with him, leading him in the direction of the cafe. “i’m elliot, by the way.” she smiled gently, then covered her mouth as she yawned. “i think i’ve seen you around here jogging. i’m almost a little jealous that you’ve got your life together enough to jog in the morning.” she laughed.

Phillip laughed and matched his gait with her own, his hands in his pockets. He nodded and looked to her. “I had very strict parents growing up and getting up at the crack of dawn never really left, even though I have not seen them in almost five years.”

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peterbxnning:

Peter grinned and pointed in the direction of place they were headed. “It’s just around the corner, come on follow me!”

He turned and started walking, looking over his shoulder to make sure this guy was following. “I’m Peter by the way. Nice to meet you.”

Phillip wasn’t used to people taking charge. That usually was him but it was a welcome change. He picked up his feet and followed behind this Peter. “Phillip,” he offered softly but didn’t offer anything else.

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rustysilver:

Rusty shrugged lightly, trying to look unaffected. “I’m learning.” He said quietly. “Slowly… but I am.” He raised his eyebrows, shooting Phillip an amused smile. “And here I was thinking it was ‘admitting you have a problem’, not ‘admitting you are a problem’.” He teased.

"Hm I’m too sure I see a difference or why it is “the problem” and not you,” Phillip laughed and shrugged, leaning against a building. “Often your problem wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the person. Take drugs, do they ask to be taken? No. Its just people and personalities and upbringing I suppose.”

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rustysilver:

Rusty laughed lightly but it sounded forced, even to him. He thought of Delaney, wasn’t that exactly like something she would say? For a brief moment he considered the possibility of her finding Phillip, asking him to say these things to him. But he knew he was being paranoid. They didn’t know each other and, even if they did, the idea was utterly ridiculous. He looked down, distractedly reaching for another cigarette. “That hasn’t exactly been my experience of friendship.” He admitted. “Although l guess I’m usually the problem… so, maybe you’re right.” He sparked his cigarette, taking a long drag. “Maybe I don’t know how it works.” 

Phillip’s curiosity was growing with each exchange but mostly about the fact he wondered who and what screwed Rusty over so much he turned to drugs. And why he seemed so desperate to push anyone away. But then again Phillip did the same thing. “Ah maybe you don’t,” Phillip agreed. “But knowing you’re the problem is a step in the right direction.”

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rustysilver:

Rusty laughed, unable to help himself. He didn’t know why but he liked Phillip, and it wasn’t just because he seemed to have an endless supply of Oxy. “I’m sorry,” he corrected himself. “Asking somebody why they do drugs isn’t the best way to maintain a friendship. How does that sound?”

"But don’t friends actually tell each other things and open up about their past or did that stop in the 90′s?” Phillip asked, a smile still on his lips. “You sound like someone who doesn’t know how friendship works.”

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rustysilver:

Rusty felt his lips twitch as he resisted the urge to smile. He knew Phillip had him there. Technically, in this moment, they were just friends and nothing more. “I guess you’re right.” He admitted, his shoulders dropping. “But asking somebody why they do drugs is probably not the best way to make friends.” He added, clearly amused now that he was able to relax again. 

Phillip laughed, shaking his head. “And here I thought we were friends,” Phillip said, still shaking his head before rolling his eyes.

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rustysilver:

Rusty frowned, letting out a huff of breath at Phillip’s question. “Aren’t you supposed to be impartial? This is usually a ‘no questions asked’ kind of deal.” He grumbled, crossing his arms in an attempt to hide his discomfort. He had never been asked before and his dealer was the last person he expected to put him in this position. He frowned, shoulders hunched. “I don’t know.” He mumbled. “I went through a rebellious stage, somebody offered me some pills. I was bored, I took them. That’s basically it.” He lied. There was more to the story, of course there was. Nobody just did drugs. But he wasn’t even sure he knew the honest answer. “It just became a habit.” He shrugged, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t feel like myself without them anymore.” 

"Well that would be correct but am I here holding on drugs to give to you? No we’re not dealer and collection right now. I am just trying to be friendly,” Phillip pointed out, but he could see why Rusty would be confused because Phillip usually was not a nice person. He was usually an ass who just wanted the money but today he was feeling nice. Shocking he knew.

He put his fingers up to his chin, nodding along with Rusty. He laughed and shook his head when Rusty couldn’t make eye contact and he wondered if Rusty thought him to be a fool when Phillip’s GPA was a 4.0 and never went below that. He was smart. “Uh huh interesting,” Phillip said, he was curious but he wasn’t going to push Rusty.

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peterbxnning:

Peter loved the way his hometown looked at sunrise. He often found himself waking early, before the sun started to peek up over the waves and dressing in the dark of his dorm room. He wandered around town, loving how sleepy everything looked in the early morning twilight. He could hear little sounds that couldn’t be heard during the hustle and bustle of day time. Small birds chirping, the buzz of various different bugs, the thudding of sneakers on the pavement and heavy breathing of someone running on the other side of the road. 

Peter looked over and saw a man breathing hard, standing with his hands over his head, stretching. He made eye contact and Peter walked over to him. “Oh a cafe? There’s one just down the road a bit. I don’t remember what it’s called these days, its changed a few times. I can show you if you want.”

Phillip nodded in thanks, no specific thoughts coming to his mind about the boy but a small holy fuck escaping his lips as he came closer to the boy. 

Normally Phillip is pretty hesitant about walking with people he didn’t know or even speaking because he was a dealer and anyone could be an undercover cop or a criminal justice major who thought they were a cop. “Sure that would be awesome, thanks.” 

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rustysilver:

Rusty frowned, tapping ash from his cigarette. Phillip’s correct guess had done nothing to dispel his new concerns but he tried to ignore the worry he was feeling. “Yeah.” He agreed begrudgingly, taking another drag. A smile tugging at his lips, despite himself. The idea of teenage Phillip smoking to look cool was definitely an amusing one. “I’m not worried about looking cool.” He said, smoke curling from his mouth as he spoke. “I’m more worried about not looking like a junkie.” The words escaped before he could stop them, and he realised grimly that he wasn’t going to be able to let that comment go.

Phillip often wondered how he got away from actually doing drugs. Maybe it was his parent’s teaching but then again he was selling them. He prided himself in being able to not get so caught up in the high. “Uh huh,” Phillip hummed, kicking a pebble. “Why do you do drugs, Rusty?”

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We are broken from the start And our hearts, our hearts They were beating in the dark 'Cause we are, we are We are built from broken parts