LOW LIFE

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[racointeur4]

for those of u who still wanna write w me, i’ve made a new blog to try to get myself back into writing. u can find me here!!! 

[racointeur4]

for those of u who still wanna write w me, i’ve made a new blog to try to get myself back into writing. u can find me here!!! 

[racointeur4]

for those of u who still wanna write w me, i’ve made a new blog to try to get myself back into writing. u can find me here!!! 

[racointeur4]

for those of u who still wanna write w me, i’ve made a new blog to try to get myself back into writing. u can find me here!!! 

[racointeur4]

           “i can’t ---- i don’t think we should do this anymore.” her voice is soft as she says it, avoiding eye contact with the woman. she had went through this very sentence over and over again in her head, and yet it sounded even worse when it finally leaves. it’s worse because no matter how hard she tries, she can’t make it sound believable. she wants this. she wants everything about this, but she can’t get the thought of what her father would think about her being with another woman out of her head. sinful, filthy, wrong. the words bounce around and she closes her eyes, subconsciously moving herself away from the other girl. “i’m sorry, i’m --- really sorry, but this.. this isn’t me.” a lie, and she makes it too obvious that it is.    /   @devilishiisms​

[racointeur4]

euphoriabled​.

❝ I just don’t understand how there can even be a school worse than ours, sometimes, ❞ Annie confessed, still trying to ground herself. 

What had her favorite YouTube guided meditation guru taught her? 

Inhale, exhale, and imagine a gentle breeze. Annie was determined to picture the gentlest breeze, but decided that was probably not the point. However, focusing on trying to be the best at something else distracted her from what was stressing her out, so she supposed it wasn’t a loss. Which was her main concern at this point, so that felt pretty good! 

Then she realized Jeff’s hands were on her shoulders, which would be comforting if he wasn’t offering her the world’s most disappointing smile. He was looking at her how ASPCA people seemed to know you weren’t donating to them during their commercials. It made her feel uncomfortable, but uncomfortable was manageable so she took a deep breath.

❝ I get that you have your apathetic image to keep up, but you have to admit this is going too far-! Abed couldn’t tell me which movie the song “Greased Lightning” was from, which is Grease by the way! Which is, like, forty percent of the title of that song! Things are getting dark! ❞

“annie, i want you to hear me. really, really hear me when i say that it literally isn’t possible for a school to be worse than this one.” greendale was the bottom of the bottom of a barrel as far as schools went. the whole reason jeff chose this place over his other options was because he knew it would be the easiest to slack off. city college had more money, more achievements, more... everything. it was starting to get embarrassing that they would even feel threatened by greendale, and how did this group manage to be at the center each and every time? 

“maybe he’s just not a musical guy.” jeff’s shoulders lift into a nonchalant shrug as hands fall from annie’s shoulders back to his sides. he knew that wasn’t the truth, or even a good attempt at being the guy who comforts the girl. he’s almost positive that there isn’t a movie in existence that abed hasn’t seen. both worrying and impressive at the same time. 

“  -----  and what do you expect me to do about it anyway? bow down before the dean of city college and beg him to leave us alone, because that would work out so well.” he can’t bite back the sarcasm that drips from words, though he does begin to wrack through his brain in search for a way to end this. he does have places to be, people to blow off, homework to avoid. etcetera, etcetera. 

“this isn’t the first time they’ve successfully hit us, right? we came back from that okay. this won’t be any different. we just have to hit them back where it hurts the most.” their pride, obviously. 

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                  “you’re a new face.” amusement lingers in words as arms are crossed over her chest, dark eyes giving the woman a once over. it wasn’t the first time someone like her found their way to harlow’s place. word travels fast, in just the right places, of what they can get here. she usually isn’t as care-free and cautious about someone she doesn’t recognize. she learned the hard way to not be. just ‘cause they know what they’re talking about doesn’t dismiss the idea of them being a narc. this girl had the look though. desperation for the thing that’ll make her feel something. harlow’s seen it too many times to miss it. she’ll push herself off of the wall she leans against and take a step closer to the girl, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “what’s your poison?”   /   @solonelys​

[aftresources]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭  \  sentence starter pack,  i.  feel free to change wording  \  pronouns as you see fit. 

don’t go. 

please, don’t go. 

it hurts. 

this hurts. 

we can’t be friends. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

stay here with me. 

it doesn’t feel like you care. 

i can’t feel your heart. 

i’m so alone. 

i need you here, with me. 

there’s nothing left. 

we’re up in flames, the both of us. 

it all comes crashing down. 

i don’t know what to do. 

you won’t go with me? 

why don’t you stay here? 

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken. 

they broke your heart. 

where did this come from? 

how did you get this scar? 

who is {name}? 

what are you saying? 

i shouldn’t have come here. 

it’s like we’ve become strangers. 

who hurt you? 

who did this to you? 

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something. 

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here. 

you can’t do this to me. 

after all that we’ve been through… 

there’s something you need to know. 

[racointeur4]

just gonna drop a small starter call    (     please specify muse / fandom !    )

[bunchamemes]

BREAKING BAD | STARTERS send a prompt or send ✉ for a random starter. triggers apply.

the thing is, if you just do stuff and nothing happens, what’s it all mean? 

and i’m sorry, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. it makes you a human being. 

it’s like what they say: man plans and god laughs.

hang tough. you’re in the home stretch.  

that’s right. now say my name.

kicking the hell out of yourself doesn’t give meaning to anything. 

but i want you to know that you can be open with me. don’t hold anything back, okay?

someone has to protect this family from the man who protects this family.

i got people who depend on me. 

it’s all about accepting who you really are.

you did the only thing you could. i hope you understand that.

there’s blood on my hands, too.

it may be awhile before i get home. i love you.

right from the start, it’s a death sentence.

nice try, asshole.

so from here on out, this can go hard or easy. so what’s it gonna be?

remembering you that way wouldn’t be so bad.   

we love you, and this is your house as much as it is ours.

is this a good or bad thing?

i don’t sleep at night anymore. i freeze, i freeze up. my chest gets all tight, i can’t breathe. just…i panic.

i’ll be asking myself that for the rest of my life.

you know, it gets easier. i promise you that it does.

what the hell is wrong with you? i’m really asking.  

you don’t give a shit about me. 

i deserve whatever happens.

just a couple of days ago, you told me that a man held a gun to your head.

you know, i really think that would be good for you.     

you’re on thin ice, you little shithead.

tell me one more time to calm down! come on!

if that’s true – if you don’t know who i am – then maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.  

i have nothing. no one. alright? it’s all gone.

if i had to put it in a word, i’d guess loyalty.

you need me to write it down for you?

the past is the past. nothing can change what we’ve done.   

just admit it. admit what you did. 

and a man, a man provides. and he does it even when he’s not appreciated or respected or even loved. he simply bears up and he does it. because he’s a man.

you know what i think? i think you accidentally told the truth.

shut the fuck up and let me die in peace.   

you kill me, you have nothing.

hell of a last couple of weeks. makes a man wonder exactly where he stands.

but until then, who’s in charge? me. that’s how i live my life.

i need you to help prevent an all-out war.   

just drop the whole concerned dad thing and tell me the truth.

you are tying up loose ends, and i don’t want to be one of them.

i’ve done a terrible thing. but i’ve done it for a good reason.   

[itsboundtobetragic]

Community | 03x04 Remedial Chaos Theory

[racointeur4]

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             “annie   ----    annie,” lips purse in slight frustration at the interrupting rambles before jeff’s hands lift to grasp lightly at her shoulders. anchoring her back into the reality that, according to her and the rest of this study group and the dean, was at stake yet again. city college attempting to play out another scheme to take down greendale. truthfully, who cares? this dump of a place does a good enough job on its own in regards to ruining its image. it’s exhausting. jeff had a plan and that plan involved coasting through these four years doing the absolute bare minimum and not giving a shit about what went on around him. that plan did not include being the leader of a group of misfits that he accidentally formed wanting to bang a hot blonde girl, but alas, here he was. “i need you to take a breather for me, alright? and while you’re at it, i need you to remember that city college can’t do anything to us that we haven’t already done to ourselves.” an almost condescending smile curves onto his lips as his eyes meet with hers, a slow nod being given to see if she understands.    /    @euphoriabled

[racointeur4]

aaliyah.

          this is the key reason why she didn’t want to ask colton to pick her up from work.  she’d much rather have had to deal with some asshole cab driver or one of her coworkers. but, her car was in the shop and walking home wasn’t in the books. she sure as hell wasn’t going to call logan, not after their last conversation. in fact, she didn’t want to even talk to him whatsoever. but, colton was much more understanding of everything on her side of things. however, this question was not what she wanted to deal with tonight. azure hues roll, the faintest of smiles on her lips.     “  colton, please don’t start with this. you do know, my love life is not any of your business, right?  ”

             he’ll roll his eyes in response ‘cause fuck that. “yeah, those rules stopped applyin’ when you decided you’d fall in love and shit with my best friend.” he points out before his eyes are back on the road ahead of them, foot accelerating the gas to begin their trip back to aaliyah’s apartment. “you worried i’ll go kick his ass or somethin’? ‘cause i’m not our psycho ass brother.” a laugh accompanies the comment, head shaking at the thought of that night. jackass ruined his relationship with liyah and wanted to act like he didn’t do shit. some shit colton will never understand. “no, but seriously, liyah. he’s good to you, yeah?” a quick glance over in her direction, amusement fading into something softer. “that’s all i give a fuck about.” 

[racointeur4]

hope.

she knows. gods, she knows he’s sorry. he did a dumb and absolutely reckless thing in his grief and now she’s supposed to stand here and deal with knowing he’d rather shut her out completely then trust her - she’d thought they’d moved past that. for all of her powers and all of her wits and strength she’s utterly lost. “ what happened to working through things, hm? “ harsh words, clipped, it’s about as hard as you’d expect to win her trust and julian had done it and he’s broken it just like that - just like shadowhunters always did. “ what happened to you trusting me instead of going off on your own and telling me you didn’t need me at all? “ bitter words flung on both sides but nothing hit quite as hard as that. she’d always acknowledged love and need as being much the same thing. “ maybe it was always meant to end like this.”

             “i couldn’t   ----    i was lost, hope.” words are spoken with clear exhaustion that touches his eyes, ignoring the shakiness that begins to overtake his hands. the panic is settling with the realization that there may be no coming back from this. he knew better than anyone just how guarded hope was. they were one in the same. closed off to anyone who wasn’t their family. walls had been broken gradually over the course of a year. they had found comfort in one another. “i do need you. i was stupid and i couldn’t think and you ---- you weren’t there. i wish to every angel there is that you were, but you weren’t. livvy was....” julian’s words trail and eyes drop from hope, swallowing harshly to fight back the tears threatening to fall.  “i scrubbed myself for hours. i tried everything to make her blood go away, but it wouldn’t. all that i knew was that i needed to not feel the way that i did. i didn’t want to feel anything.” it’s the most honest he’s been with her in weeks. no harsh words spoken with the intent to make her leave. this julian. the julian that would always leave his heart on his sleeve for this woman, he wants the opposite. “i need you more than i’ve ever needed anything else and i fucked up. i know that. just...” he takes a hesitant step closer, fighting the urge to reach out to her. “just tell me what i can do. i don’t want this to end.” 

[racointeur4]

            the longer julian stands here, the less he knows what the right thing to say is. was there even a right thing to say after everything he had done? there had been a point when talking to hope mikaelson came as easy as breathing. when the air between them wasn’t so thick and tense that it felt like he was being strangled by it. things were good. better than that even, until annabel took livvy from him. one broken promise after another. he couldn’t protect livvy and he couldn’t stop himself from hurting hope in the worst ways possible. becoming the exact thing that she had always believed him to be. a shadowhunter in every sense of the word. cold and demeaning. he can’t take back the things that he said, or the things he had done. “i don’t know how to fix this.” he finally says, sea-green eyes dull with a hopelessness that reaches deep within him. a kind of feeling that almost makes him yearn for the emptiness again. “hope, i... i’m sorry.”     /    @thricebred​

[racointeur4]

                “so uh... you and jesse, huh?”  a curious quirk of his brows follow and he turns his head to look at his little sister, amusement contorting onto features. can’t blame a guy for wanting to know more. jesse’s been the one guy he could trust as much as his brother, and now there was a thing with liyah. little bastard was going to hear from him too, but not in the ways he did from logan. shit went too far. pinkman was about as harmless as a goddamn fly and colton knew he wasn’t stupid enough to fuck around and get their little sister hurt. logan had always been too fucking protective of her, though. keeping her outta shit then getting pissed off when she accidentally mixed herself into it.   “you know i gotta ask how the fuck that happened. when’d the little bitch make his move on you?”    /    @wornguilt​