liminality

indie scifi/horror oc selective & private written by chelsea

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irefull.

Tate laughed behind his hand and nodded.  “Yeah. You fuckin’ old timer.”  He flipped the page of his magazine, but he didn’t recognize any of the celebrities shown. Apparently there were affairs and pregnancies everywhere in Hollywood, though.  “Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me ‘back in my day’ stories.”

Ryan smiled his crooked smile and leaned back against the counter, one hand perched on the edge while the other plucked a candy bar out of the countertop display.  “Back in my day we paid for our own snacks.”  He glanced back at Tate, using the candy to point at the jerky in the boy’s lap.

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irefull.

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“What crawled up his ass and died, huh?”  Tate laughed a little as he craned himself up to watch the rather ornery customer leave in a huff ; He did this often. Made himself comfortable behind the counters of the gas station, snacking on a Slim Jim (courtesy of Ryan, since he never had any money) and a magazine on his lap.  “I don’t know how you handle it so well. I’d end up decking someone eventually.”

“I did that once when I was your age but I grew out of it.”  Ryan said as he finished putting the man’s money into the cash register.  Pushing the drawer closed, he paused, narrowing his eyes as he turned to face Tate.  “Did I sound like an old man just now?”

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The kiss was met with a small ❝mmph❞ but he reciprocated eagerly, soft lips and wet tongues colliding with each other. He finished working the zipper and button open, then forced his hand beneath the denim to feel Tate’s arousal, hard and warm through the thin fabric of his boxers, as Ryan pressed his own against Tate’s thigh.

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highway rest stop -  haunted places [1/5]

after hours on the highway all the turn offs start to look the same, the neon lights blurring into one long migraine. eventually you have to give in to sleep but where? one mile later you reach it, another one of many odd roadside hotels. the clerk gazes a little too intently at you as you fill in the guest book, her eyes hold some hunger that the old cigarette in her mouth is clearly not satisfying… after the cool wind and bright lights of the road the hallway is unsettlingly dark and humid, the static buzz of tv sets is loud in your ears and just as you are about to drift to sleep between the uncomfortable sheets the feeling that someone is watching you grows…

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A moan had slipped from Tate’s lips, and he pressed his hips forward against Ryan’s. ❝What if somebody walks in? Then what?❞  Eyes kept casting over towards the door ; It was entirely possible for the gas station to stay barren for two, three hours. But then again, there was always an off chance that a trucker will stop inside. Even with the paranoia set, Tate guided the other boy’s mouth down further, towards his collarbone with a firm grip to the hair.

Using his hand to tug the collar of Tate’s shirt out of the way, Ryan ran his teeth over the pale skin of Tate’s collarbone. ❝Then we’ll stop. But no one’s gonna come in.❞ Again, there was no way for him to really know that, but he was going off of experience; most people on the road had found a hotel by this time of night. The hand on Tate’s ass snaked around to the front to toy with the zipper of his jeans while his head moved back, lifting his gaze to meet the other’s eyes. ❝If you don’t want to, I’ll stop.❞

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          behaving like a grown-up is many things. first and foremost, it’s doing things that you hate doing. like dealing with people that make you unhappy, being stressed about things you have no control over, and working soul numbing jobs. then, gradually, as we endure these hardships and accept them as normal, that’s when we’ve finally earned the right to get drunk and be emotionally distant from our families. // indie clay puppington of moral orel. selective & private. triggering content. written by chelsea. art credit

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The case filled with cigarettes behind him RATTLED as Ryan had knocked him up against it ; If things progressed as they were, Tate’s awareness of how very PUBLIC this place was might be thrown out the window. ❝Doesn’t this place have CAMERAS?❞  He asked, voice breathless, hands grabbing for the other boy’s hair to DIRECT him towards his neck.  ❝I - I don’t want you getting FIRED because of me.❞

Directing his attention to Tate’s neck, kissing and gently sucking the skin there, Ryan also slid his hand down to squeeze Tate’s ass.  ❝My boss is asleep. He never checks the cameras this late.❞  His words are murmured, breath hot against the blonde’s skin.  ❝‘sides, he likes me- most he’d do is gimme a warning.❞  Of course, Ryan couldn’t be completely positive about that, but right about now, he felt ready to risk it.

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A girl wearing a open flannel with a lace bra makes me so weak

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“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“fuck” sentence starters@obituariies

The words don’t fall on deaf ears, but still, Ryan's planting his lips on Tate’s and slipping an arm around his waist to pull the boy flush against him. “Why not?” He knows why not- he prefers the privacy of his own home as well, but shit, he wants him now.

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The creep factor of abandoned grocery stores is too real.

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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❝I’m actually a NATURAL blond. I get it from my mom.❞ The one and ONLY trait that Tate was thankful he shared with her.  ❝Never have I ever worn GIRL CLOTHES.❞

Ryan smiled, letting out a short laugh, and took another shot before reaching for the bottle again. ❝Went as Dr Frank-n-Furter for Halloween last year.❞

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WHICH FILM NOIR ARCHETYPE ARE YOU?

quiz here. REPOST, not reblog!

Result: the good woman

key characteristics: conventional, nurturing, nonthreatening, realistic, loyal while many may go after you for being boring, you have achieved something they lack: a place in the conventional world. what this means is that you are capable of maintaining the illusion of safety, a beacon that calls friends and family to you in their time of need. your caring attitude makes you an asset to all who befriend you, and your realistic outlook keeps them from flying into dangerous situations unguarded. you will work hard to eliminate temptations from your life, and the lives of those close to you. 

film recommendations: out of the past, the big heat

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