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You cannot slander human nature; it is worse than words can paint it.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon (via larmoyante)
death is just another path, one that we all must take.
I can breathe when I’m with her, and this means more to me than happiness.
Nikolay Punin quoted by Elaine Feinstein, in Anna of All the Russias. The Life of Anna Akhmatova (via sketchofthepast)
what ant queen's reign ended with a beheading?
THIS IS A PUN FREE ZONE. GO TO JAIL, GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL. DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200.
no your club has been banned. go home. ||||:
would’ve let you join the club if you weren’t so rUDE...
but ok, I’ll go home. jESSICAAAAAAAA!
CAN’T SLEEP. three am, stare at the ceiling, murder the feeling. spider crawl in the corner, brown recluse, so appropriate. there’s a star bound to a body inside of me, twenty-million degrees, burn a man to his knees. i’m in a good mood… so good i'mma kill that spider in spite of the kinda things they told me. being alone don’t mean that you’re lonely. alone means that you finally get it, admit it. go home, lock up the door, fold up the clothes, watch cartoons for an hour, turn off the lights, look at the recluse. LOOK AT THE RECLUSE.
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After a breath of impatience, glancing to the cast on his leg and the rest of the emergency room lined with beds full of other patients, Scott turned to the man on his side. He was awake, it seemed. He was awake and Scott was drunk enough to not know better than starting conversations with guys who looked like they could barely breath let alone talk.
“Hey I’m Scott.”
"WHERE — " The answer came to him before the question was formed. Eyes darted from the other hospital beds to the machines that never allowed silence. He shifted in his bed, suddenly aware of the ache that seemed to line his bones. How long had he been confined to the bed?
The next question, then, would be HOW did he end up here?
Before he could voice his inquiry, his eyes met that of his unwitting (and, with any luck, temporary) companion. Looked like an imbecile. Sounded like one. Probably didn't have the answers he wanted. "Scott, was it?" Steady eyes held their gaze. "DO SHUT UP."
he’s alive. of course he’s alive. it had been foolish of her to think, even for a second, that he would die that easily ——— fool me once… fool me twice… she walks towards the bed he’s laid on & wastes no time. in the blink of an eye she’s pounced on top of him, her hand wrapped around his throat. ‘ go to hell, asshole, ’ she hissed at him, her face inches away from him as she chokes the life out of him. she’ll be throughout this time. she’ll hack off his limbs, put him through every kind of measure possible to make sure. SHE’S GOING TO WIPE HIM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH.
He didn't need to open his eyes to know the words spat in disgust at him came from his beloved Jessie. If he had his wits about him, he might've anticipated what came next. It was shock that stole his breath before her hands took over. As enticing as the position was, he recognised her intent immediately.
One hand flew to her wrist, nails biting into her skin in desperate attempts to stop her while the other pulled at various wires and cords. One disconnection was bound to alert the nurses.
"Jes — " His free hand joined the other, knuckles turning white. His eyes shot to the doorway, catching sight of frantic nurses yelling — and he'd find it annoying if they weren’t his only hope. His eyelids start to feel heavy and he was somehow distantly aware that he was starting to drift. ( Not such a bad idea at this point. Darkness was always forgiving. In the darkness, he could REST. )
He wasn't a fighter, never was, but FEAR had a way of inspiring him to hold on.
my name says it all, pal. solo. that’s the way it is, and that’s the way I like it.
CTRL+X. shoutout to antfam ( @nutriicem, @buzzofjanet, @aithreachas ) for the shenANTigans and for making me care about the pyms and the langs, uGH.
His throat felt MANGLED, but still, he struggled to speak through cracked lips. Voice ragged and thick, he managed just one word. “—— Jessica.”
▋▍ OPEN ┆ POST-S1 AU ( kilgrave somehow survives )
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His throat felt MANGLED, but still, he struggled to speak through cracked lips. Voice ragged and thick, he managed just one word. “—— Jessica.”
▋▍ OPEN ┆ POST-S1 AU ( kilgrave somehow survives )
but... killy. gravey. gravel. gravel-boy killgravel. ur ( not ) my best friend yep
NEVER CALL ME ANY OF THOSE HIDEOUS NAMES AGAIN. and shove gravel down your throat so you remember your lesson.
oh, kiss me flick your cigarette, then kiss me kiss me where your eye won’t meet me meet me where your mind won’t kiss me