( 𝐍𝐎 ) 𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘

      ( 𝐍𝐎 ) 𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘   𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥!   𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐲 !   𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐟 !  𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐢. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬.  𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲.  ————————————————  𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.   independent roleplay blog for NORMAN BATES.    𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗌,    𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 

[smothersboy]

@notimminent  K, BUT WHAT IF WE BOTH CAME BACK THEN ? ! MHM ????

[smothersboy]

Come back bb brother :(

k, but what if i did ..... mhm.....

[gondolingirl]

[missings]

He’s not a bad person. He’s not a criminal. He’s crazy. 

[luthienne]

Inside you, something stumbles to the edge of a precipice, falls off.

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House (via luthienne)

[smothersboy]

                                     𝒐𝒉,      𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.        𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 ?

   ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ. template cred 

[smothersboy]

“ 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢!

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞! ” @notimminent​

    𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬,     pushing ｆｕｒｔｈｅｒ with every passing moment.     every passing breath.       drifting along the black sheen of the sea spread between them.         the fissured space wrought between them feels 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜.         𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀,   𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁. 

                              he doesn’t know how to reach her ;     what to say. 

                    (        how to describe it all,      when he hardly 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 it himself.          )

                                                                      especially to her,     to 𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑎. 

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓.    his best friend.        the one person in the world who makes him feel 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕,            settled.            𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒. 

      who,     until now,    had never looked at him like this.     the way 𝚍𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 and 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 do.      that,    awful.               (     so,    very dreadful    )     pitying,     wounded,     hangdog look.     spilled over their features,                the  ‘    𝐨𝐡,    𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 ?   ’    look.      it makes him feel like a 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 ;     a figure,         formed in the shape of the person they knew,      yet someone they know 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 about.        it scares him more that that might be true

   they speak in whispers,     around corners.     they think he doesn’t see it.     it 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 them,    what they see,        that he doesn’t.      this THING,     that happens. this ‘ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’  they don’t talk about,     to him at least.     this,      thing.          this terrible,       horrible thing that happens to him. 

                            this thing that scares them so much.            this thing that scares him too. 

    like a fog.      he feels it.      this,    thing.       a fog ; that spins,      rattling around his skull.     blurs,    features,       faces,     thoughts,    marred under this dense,    𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚,     fog.     he’s 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 within it.      𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐,       𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 at its surface hoping it breaks.      that something breaks.      left watching as hands merely fall though it.   . ever clouding,      claustrophobic in its gripping hands,      as its depths enclose everything around it,       everything around him.       thats how it feels,      choking,      suffocating.       as it enshrouds everything he touches. 

                                                  he can’t let it touch her. 

               ❝   i can’t-   i can’t talk about this right now.     i can’t talk about this with 𝒚𝒐𝒖 !    ❞

 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭'𝐬 . 

[smothersboy]

fun fact ; originally i was gonna make a norma 

[disowncd]

          ❝ You’re his brother. You knew.

                                         How can you live with yourself ?  ❞

                  sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ . ʜɪɢʜʟʏ - ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ . DYLAN MASSETT ғʀᴏᴍ Bᴀᴛᴇs Mᴏᴛᴇʟ

[littleoblivions]

i’m not a big blog or a small blog i’m just an idiot

[lynchoid]

[smothersboy]

me , laying on the floor : anyone remember how to do that thing, that thing with the words, the letters and stuff???? you know that w r i t i n g thing ????

[carlyleverdeservesbetter-deacti]

BATES MOTEL: Norma Louise (3x06)

[smothersboy]

“𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚜…

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗… 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.”   @disowncd​

     𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 ;    the true aching 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 of the words he breathes,     is,     he means it, sincerely.     he wears that,      ‘ well meaning ’ pinch of a brow,       and means every breath that hitches along with it.      every hitched,      cracked,       wretched breath that follows. 

                          he just,      doesn’t 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍.        he 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 could. 

     that,      they need one another.      𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 and him.      that,      they are one,     and the 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎.      a single soul,         wrought between two bodies.        linked only by 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝.        that singlular ribbon wrapped around their beings.       teetered between them.        this 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑,      wretched thing. 

          the ❛ 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 ❜ the other was never privy too.         he could 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 understand.      𝐧 𝐞 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 

     that thing,      that keeps him 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.       smothering hands,       the only thing winding his lungs.                                     that without,         he’d fail to ever take a single breath. 

      that,       𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 always there.       always with him.      a part of him.      gossamer strands shadow features.            𝐬𝐡𝐞,      a flicker among a periphery.       the soft down pressed lips.       that 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 sullen turn they take,                   that self pitying bow.      the one she weaves every time this happens ;          when she feels 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 

                                       it’s silly.     such a silly, foolish thing.

           because,       nobody could ever understand.          or,      could ever,          break them  a p a r t . 

      tears well among cerulean hues.       sullen,      still lakes sat among features,      till they over run.        slipping silver streams over skin. 

                  ❝      i know you love me,       𝖽𝗒𝗅𝖺𝗇.     but,    you could 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 understand.      ❞

     choked out words.      smudged under the clogging,      𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝 bite of the tears which tear.      shredding at a throat,       akin swallowing razor blades.       rough hands scrape over features.        𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 swiping at tears.                      they fall all the same.

                         𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 ,                 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 .                   he 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 this. 

      he needs this.       and,  dylan.       nice,    sweet,     well-meaning,    dylan could never understand.

         the spectre stands looming.      manicured hands at his shoulder,        soothing circles among the skin. 

because.     because,     even,     if 𝐬𝐡𝐞 isn’t here.       if 𝚑𝚎 is sick.       if 𝐬𝐡𝐞 isn’t,     his 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.                   if it’s just ‘𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎,’        this other thing.       this other woman.        this, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝,         this thing. 

         because,          he can 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅.         he can 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 with this,       because living without it,                                                                                                   is 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 

              ❝      so, just leave me alone.    let me live,      how i need to live.       𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.     ❞

  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭'𝐬 . 

[maxthieriot]

The Bates family + snark (insp.)

[alexromero]

Are you a mother? No.

[smothersboy]

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