WAR IS HELL. ind. hbo war-based multimuses.

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@sameriver
WAR IS HELL. ind. hbo war-based multimuses.
We lit that jungle on fire⊠and we burnt everything. And there he was, just standing there⊠not running, no pain, invisible⊠except for the napalm just sticking to him. Something Iâll never be able to explain.
The River God in Oats Studiosâ Volume 1 - âFirebaseâ (2017) dir. Neill Blomkamp
bunburieâ:
   âDonât sound so disappointed, youâll give me a complex.â She scoops a long curtain of hair off her shoulder and affixes an expression to her face that might be a smile or mightnât. Theyâre drinking the same thing, or the same genre at least, maybe his is more expensive although he doesnât look it. âGood someone or bad someone?â
âIf those are the only options, Iâll go with good.â Theyâll get two more whiskies at Willardâs gesture. This is unfortunately not a smoking bar and his hands are a little restless. âIâm not disappointed to meet someone new. Far from it.â
@bunburie
Itâs a long journey towards Ohio. The dread just rises up. Itâs not much of a relief to pause on the way, but he can try to soften the situation a little. The glass is just warming in his hand, ice is melting. Heâs wrapped up in his own thoughts, so much that heâs startled by the sight of long red hair whipping into view. His gaze catches hers, âsorry. Thought you were someone else for a second.â
sameriver:
  ( ⊠)
kosmic:
   âIf you tell me what I did wrong I can make it better.â
kosmic:
   âI think I look just like you.â
âNope.â
Gabriel Garbow
Sissy Spacek photographed by Jean-Claude Deutsch at the 1977 Cannes Film Festival
beep from willzo the clown
random text meme / accepting15: a text for help
   > bben where are you   > i am TRAPPED   > in the downstairs bathroom   > please come kick the door down i was taking a dump for like 20 mins before i realized and my ass is bnumb HEPLP me i am WASTIGN away in here
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   > I ORDERED A PIZZA B4 I GOT STUCK   > THE PIZZA MAN IS HERE IC AN HEAR HIM KNOCKING   > HES CUSSING ME OUT BC IM NOT ANSWERING THE DOOR PLEASE HELP ME   > BEN PLEASE COME HLEPEPL
WHEREâS SAMMY? Listed in order of activity.
@bonnmot multimuse, ocs / canons, all of these and more
@cowboynoir oc, ari fogel: dream detective
@sameriver apocalypse now multimuse, ocs / canons
@hunterhenderson the driver from drive (2011), arc from canon and au verses
bunburie:
   âGlinda.â    To his blank look she returns a pursed-lip smile.    âGlinda Gilbert.â    That lookâs still blank, huh.    âGaryâs sister.â
âShit,â he says, before he can stop himself, his thumb mashes against the keyboard of his phone and off dsfkgfdkgh goes to Joker. He shouldnât be on break right now.
â--Itâs nice to meet you. Ben Willard.â She must know that already.
bunburie:
   âOh gosh, this is so fancy. Wow oh wow.â Glinda gives him a very gentle nudge in the side with her elbow, and when he turns to look at her she beams at him. âShow me your desk!â
âItâs right here!â Heâs in the corner of the room, away from the window where it gets too hot and smells too much of smoke when people are out on the balcony. All of his pens are in colour order in their little pots. âI shouldnât have this, but look, itâs you and Scout,â the only photo on his jam-packed noticeboard, hidden beneath some papers.
jessicahide:
APOCALYPSE NOW SENTENCE STARTERS modify as necessary!
âWhen I was home after my first tour it was worse. Iâd wake up and thereâd be nothing.â
âI hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce.â
âWhen I was here, I wanted to be there.â
âEvery minute I stay in this room, I get weaker.â
âEach time I look around, the walls move in a little tighter.â
âI wanted a mission, and for my sins they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service.â
âHey, buddy, are you going to shut the door?â
âWhat are the charges?â
âThere is no way to tell his story without telling my own, and if his story is really a confession then so is mine.â
âIâm not disposed to discuss those operations.â
âIâm unaware of any such activity or operation nor would I be disposed to discuss such an operation if it did in fact exist.â
âI thought weâd have lunch while we talk. I hope you brought a good appetite.â
âI donât know how you feel about shrimp, but if you eat it, youâll never have to prove your courage in any other way. â
âI watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. Thatâs my dream. Thatâs my nightmare. Crawling, slithering along the edge of a straight razor, and surviving.â
âEvery man has got a breaking point.â
âTerminate with extreme prejudice.â
âYou understand that this mission does not exist, nor will it ever exist.â
âThat wasnât supposed to make any difference to me, but it did.â
âWhat the hell else was I going to do?â
âEvery time I hear that, something terrible happens.â
âDonât look at the camera.â
âI love the smell of napalm in the morning.â
âThey were just looking for a way back home. Trouble is, Iâve been back there, and it just doesnât exist any more.â
âYou donât want to go in there alone, not unless you really know the territory.â
âI didnât come here for this!â
âI donât want this goddamn fucking shit, man!â
âYou can kiss my ass because Iâm fucking bugging out!â
âI donât fucking need it! I donât want it!â
âI didnât get on the goddamn train for this kind of shit!â
âNever get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right.â
âWhat balls.â
âThey were going to nail his ass to the floorboards for that one.â
âThis sure is a bizarre sight in the middle of this shit.â
âHeâs really specialising in busting my balls.â
âI am beyond their timid, lying morality, and so I am beyond caring.â
âIt was a way we had over here of living with ourselves. Weâd cut them in half with a machine gun and give them a Band-Aid. It was a lie.â
âYou donât know how happy this makes me.â
âFuck, man, this is better than Disneyland.â
âYou canât get us out of this mess because you donât know where the hell youâre going.â
âFeel the vibe of this place.â
âLet me take your picture.â
âI used to think if I died in an evil place, then my soul wouldnât be able to make it to heaven. But now I donât care where it goes as long as it ainât here.â
âIt smells like slow death in here.â
âI know something you donât know.â
âI thought that the minute I looked at him Iâd know what to do. But it didnât happen.â
âYou have no right to call me a murderer.â
âHorror has a face and you must make a friend of horror.â
âI cried. I wept. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didnât know what I wanted to do.â
âI want to remember it. I never want to forget it.â
âThereâs nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies.â
âWe train young men to drop fire on people but their commanders wonât allow them to write âfuckâ on their airplanes because itâs obscene.â
âThe horror, the horror.â
Mijanou Bardot in La Collectionneuse (1967)
bunburie:
   âYou could have told me that five minutes ago, potato.â She scoots forward, giving his chair a shove so she can get out. Once sheâs out, after a lot of muttering and cursing, she throws her arms lazily in the air like a gymnast just after landing. âI like your socks.â
He lets himself be pushed away from his keyboard so he has an excuse for a break, âthey were a Christmas present. You know, youâre almost making this place interesting.âÂ
I love shrink.