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[sterrups]

Howdy, thanks for reading. I dont think I'll come back to Tumblr. I've taken breaks before but there was always a drive to come back. I've been staying away longer and longer and have come to a point in my life where I can't dedicate enough time to all these moving parts. I write to improve and make new ideas and that's what initially drew me to Tumblr RP, but I believe the community has gotten away from that. It doesn't feel like the goal is improvement, creation, real collaboration anymore. I love writing and I'm still interested in collaborating but I'll only be doing so from discord, where I feel there is a more organic creative environment.

Sorry for the long ass preamble but TL;DR: I won't be writing on tumblr anymore, at least until something gives within the community. If you'd like to continue a thread from Tumblr or start something new, my discord is DILF BUCHANAN#5328

[sterrups]

Dropping in not for a return announcement, but to reiterate that I am operating strictly from discord for the time being. If you're interested, like this or send an IM.

[sterrups]

Dropping in not for a return announcement, but to reiterate that I am operating strictly from discord for the time being. If you're interested, like this or send an IM.

[sterrups]

Howdy, thanks for reading. I dont think I'll come back to Tumblr. I've taken breaks before but there was always a drive to come back. I've been staying away longer and longer and have come to a point in my life where I can't dedicate enough time to all these moving parts. I write to improve and make new ideas and that's what initially drew me to Tumblr RP, but I believe the community has gotten away from that. It doesn't feel like the goal is improvement, creation, real collaboration anymore. I love writing and I'm still interested in collaborating but I'll only be doing so from discord, where I feel there is a more organic creative environment.

Sorry for the long ass preamble but TL;DR: I won't be writing on tumblr anymore, at least until something gives within the community. If you'd like to continue a thread from Tumblr or start something new, my discord is DILF BUCHANAN#5328

[elohttub]

[dirtypaw]

“Old things have strange hungers.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, from The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (via thewinedarksea)

[peggytheheadsmasher]

Tell me a fact about your oc and I will respond with a semi-related fact about mine

[sterrups]

suncuts​:

@sterrups. Starter call for James Cain.

America has welcomed to its shores a wanted man and a sick man. Every morning Eylfgar will wake spilling lungfuls of rust-water and slake. Every morning he will pack his scars with lime and mortar.

Tricked by an engineer with the methods of progress, iron and concrete were added to the cathedral as a means of correcting a slight sag in the second bell tower. These upgrades were too rigid. Restrictive like the bones of an outgrown back-brace.

Cracks soon crept down to the keystones in summer. And so in winter, upon the request of a concerned local, the engineer travelled north to inspect the problem, only later to be found dead. Decimated on the steps, dropped from a great height.

Eylfgar steps through the threshold of the migrant boarding-house burdened with one large, ancient-looking leather chest, holes in his English tweed and lips chafed raw by frontier winds and a wet, rancid cough. He opens this chest with a strange key and yellow shines across his chipped face.

The landlord gets handed a jewel-encrusted candlestick. It was at this point made common that in reputable circles, nothing more was to be made of this gentleman’s visitation.

          The Sonora outfit fell through. Just a tangle of old dogs and yella hungry youngins, all in for themselves and nobody else. He’d come all the way from Mendocino, hired on for his gun and knowledge of the trail, and they’d cast him off like yesterday’s breakfast. They stripped him of his gold, even the rightfully high-graded pieces from his time in the mines, then left him at the Mexican border with nothing but his sorry old horse, his gun, and a sore head from a poorly shot .45. Too far to ride home and with his survival now dependent on getting out of the dry plains, Cain rode east until he could sit no more and his brown and white paint’s shoes were run clean through. When he’d come upon the boarding house in the middle of the night, wild and desperate in the eyes, the landlord had been gracious and accepted him for far less than jewels, just the meager silver he could find at the bottom of his saddlebags.            Now he is a surly mass of matted furs and a sorry felt hat in a chair by the door. Unmoving except in the eyes, Cain watches jewels and precious metals exchange hands, ever drawn to the shinier things in life. Though his insides are painted black by mining dust and his skin clings to his bones only by the severity of his will to live, Cain is mildly disgusted by the state of the stranger’s health. By the looks of him, Cain thinks he might have ridden in on death’s carriage. Surely, he’d looked no better himself at two to midnight, shivering on the front step. “Where you comin’ from?” he asks, perhaps unwisely. “You sound like you got the consumption.”

[hesubdues-deactivated20210103]

indie multi-muse written by charlotte

[heireating]

          BOOK STARTERS VOL.13    ( FIGHT CLUB )  ( CHUCK PALAHNIUK )  ( TRIGGERING THEMES )

❛ It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. ❜

❛ I don’t want to die without any scars. ❜

❛ This is your life and it’s ending one moment at a time. ❜

❛ You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways. ❜

❛ You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. ❜

❛ You are not special. ❜

❛ You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. ❜

❛ The things you used to own, now they own you. ❜

❛ Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you. ❜

❛ Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. ❜

❛ Only after disaster can we be resurrected. ❜

❛ Everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. ❜

❛ We’ve all been raised believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. ❜

❛ Don’t you have other things to do? ❜

❛ Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. ❜

❛ You have been warned. ❜

❛ If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you don’t. ❜

❛ It’s not love or anything, but I think I like you, too. ❜

❛ If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person? ❜

❛ Why did I cause so much pain? ❜

❛ The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly. ❜

❛ Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer. ❜

❛ May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. ❜

❛ Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head. ❜

❛ We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. ❜

❛ The girl is infectious human waste. ❜

❛ I want to destroy everything beautiful I’ll never have. ❜

❛ On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. ❜

❛ If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? ❜

❛ It is like you’re never really awake; but you’re never really asleep. ❜

❛ Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave. ❜

❛ A moment is the most you could ever expect from perfection. ❜

❛ The people you’re trying to step on, we’re everyone you depend on. ❜

❛ You have to give up! ❜

❛ Reject the basic assumptions of civilisation, especially the importance of material possessions. ❜

❛ Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. ❜

❛ You have to realise that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless. ❜

❛ A tiger can smile. A snake will say it loves you. ❜

❛ Lies make us evil. ❜

❛ If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? ❜

❛ You always kill the one you love. ❜

❛ Maybe we should always assume the worst. ❜

❛ Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. ❜

❛ Which is worse? Hell or nothing? ❜

❛ A minute of perfection is worth the effort. ❜

❛ You’re going to die, tonight. You might die in one second or in one hour, you decide. ❜

❛ Lie to me. Tell me the first thing off the top of your head. Make something up. ❜

❛ I don’t give a shit. I have a gun. ❜

❛ I know who you are. I know where you live. ❜

❛ Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of your life. ❜

❛ My philosophy of life is that I can die at any moment. And the tragedy of my life is that I do not. ❜

❛ Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can’t touch anything and nothing can touch you. ❜

❛ There are a lot of things we don’t want to know about the people we love. ❜

❛ We just had a near-life experience. ❜

❛ If people think you are dying, they give you their full attention. They listen instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. ❜

❛ I am nothing, and not even that. ❜

❛ This isn’t really death. —- We’ll be legends. We won’t grow old. ❜

❛ Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go. ❜

❛ The amazing miracle of death, when one second you’re walking and talking, and the next second you’re an object. ❜

❛ Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved. ❜

[sterrups]

          Duck hasn’t felt weather this fair since April. The breeze is thin and cool and carries a scent so sweet it often has him pausing to breathe it in. The sun is high and tucked behind huge, heavy clouds liable to drop a rainstorm any moment. He’s been longing for this tender spot between summer’s oppressive heat and winter’s unforgiving cold, it makes for good working and riding weather. The people in town feel it, too, leaving the shade of their porches to mingle in the streets. Children race by, kicking up dust and holding their hats as they hoot and holler. It’s good to see the faces of these folks again, familiar, treasured. All but one.           Duck carries four feed sacks with a touch of difficulty, two on each shoulder, and calls out to the unfamiliar face beside his horse. “Halloa, traveller,” he greets, dropping the bags so he might tie them to the saddle. “Fergive my assumptions, but I suppose you’re new to town. You wouldn’t be lookin’ to take up a job would ya?”

@dcschain WANTED A STARTER!

[sterrups]

“The world’s better off without him.”

          "Maybe so,” Cain mumbles, peering over the edge of the cliff face with a wince. Over forty feet below lays a heap, a horse, and a hat. It hadn’t been Cain’s intention to drive the man over its edge, only to scare him into giving up his wares or taking a slug to the chest, but he’d just kept riding towards the sun. He was a bastard by most accounts, the people in town would gossip about his deeds to anybody who would listen. A man like that, Cain can only assume he wanted to die running. “But he could be you or me just as easy.”

@rekant - THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY - accepting

[sterrups]

"Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives."

          Cain shrugs his shoulders and tucks closer into his big coat. Fall’s coming faster than he anticipated, and even after two years out, his Californian skin hasn’t quite adapted to the chill. The gun in his lap is a Peacemaker, something he got off an army feller in the Sonora mines, and it has stayed glued to his belt since he rode past the last vestiges of Camp Cady.           “Hmph,” he grunts as his skinny fingers pick and pull at its parts, thumbing out the hammer assembly until the pin and roll fall into his palm. With a grunt of displeasure, Cain inspects them, blowing dust out of grooves and using a piece of shaved steel to whittle away pockmarks. Cain’s learned how to use just about any weapon a man can get his hands on, but there’s a certain security in a gun, a respect that it demands. “All fightin’s fer sissies, but I’ll take a gun’at stalls over a knife I gotta go fetch any day.”

@badactors - THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY - accepting

[rosources]

—  sentence starters  :  the umbrella academy,  episode 01.01,  we only see each other at weddings and funerals.  cw : death, violence, apocalypses.

how much do you want for it?

when was the last time you saw your father?

will you wear valentino to the funeral?

you’re actually here.

you don’t belong here. not after what you did.

you’re seriously gonna do this today?

no forced entry, no sign of struggle. nothing out of the ordinary.

well, that’s because i… broke into the coroner’s office.

there is no mystery here. nothing to avenge. nothing to solve. nothing like that.

you wanna know something stupid? i always used to leave the lights on for him.

hey, i was hoping to see you, actually, because i wanted to get your autograph. add it to my collection!

remember how he used to look at us?

save the lecture. i was already leaving.

you know, after all these years, i find it strangely comforting.

of course you don’t know, you’ve been gone.

i made a wish, and it came true, and i couldn’t take it back.

will there be refreshments? tea? scones? cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.

is that my skirt?

oh, quelle surprise!

sorry, i’m just gonna go murder mom. be right back.

i heard a rumor.

guns are for sissies. real men throw knives.

i didn’t sign up for this.

can we go home now?

why can’t i go play with the others?

i’m afraid there’s just nothing special about you.

our world is changing.

do the whole big angry ghost lecture.

eternal peace is probably overrated.

you always were a stubborn bastard!

looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. either that or a miniature black hole. one of the two.

i vote for running, c’mon!

what’s the date? the exact date.

the future. it’s shit, by the way.

well, it would make sense if you were smarter.

what part of the future do you not understand?

yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. sure that went over well.

oh, there are worse things that can happen.

he was a bad person and a worse father.

the world’s better off without him.

you never know when to stop, do you?

believe me when i tell you, life will be hard. it will be painful.

this is your home and always will be.

i know how to do everything.

you know, every time i close my eyes, i see a diarrhetic hippo about to shit on my face. it’s terrifying!

the kid wants coffee. black.

don’t remember this place being such a shithole.

i thought i’d have more time before they found me.

i hate to rush you through any kind of brooding moment you might be having, but come on man, we’re starving!

you like waffles, right? ah, of course you do. everyone likes waffles.

saving lives, baby.

i’ve decided you’re the only one i can trust.

as far as i could tell, i was the last person left alive.

the world ends in eight days, and i have no idea how to stop it.

[random-rpmemes]

The Shape Of Water ❣ Sentence Starters

[anabioun]

random-rpmemes:

If we do nothing, neither are we. 

F - U…

What is s/he saying? WHAT IS S/HE SAYING?

Oh! [name], we gon’ burn in hell!

You may think, “That thing looks human.” Stands on two legs, right? But - we’re created in the Lord’s image. You don’t think that’s what the Lord looks like, do you?

The natives in the Amazon worshipped it. Like a god. We need to take it apart, learn how it works.

I don’t want an intricate, beautiful thing destroyed! 

That’s good. Lookin’ like you don’t know anything.

He’s comin’ for you. You gotta go now and you gotta take that thing with you.

Son, unf**** this mess.

You clean that lab, you get out. The thing we keep in there is an affront. Do you know what an affront is, [name]?

Whatever this thing is, you need it.

Don’t do this [name] … Don’t do this!

This may very well be the most sensitive asset ever to be housed in this facility.

We can do nothing! I’m sorry!

Oh God! It’s not even human. 

I can either save him/her, or let him/her die.

What am I doing, interviewing the shit cleaners?

Get him out? What are you talking about? No! 

You know somethin’ you’re not tellin’ me, you’re gonna tell me.

One last time. Where is it?

We need to get him back in the water.

It’s an animal. I’m just keepin’ it tame.

There is no profit in last weeks fish. 

If you know something about what transpired here it’s your obligation to report it.

When he looks at me he does not know how I am incomplete. He sees me as I am.

It’s a lot of blood. What went on in here?

It was you that found my fingers. There was mustard on them.

We need to take it apart, learn how it works.

The Soviet’s wants it, we know that much. 

Did either of you see someone coming in or out of the lab? 

You deliver, that’s what you do. You deliver! Right? Right?!

If you know something you’re not telling me you’re going to tell me.

[name], honey. He’s coming for you. You got to go now and you got to take that thing with you.

You were speaking Russian, [name]!

[sterrups]

I have commission work to deal with until the 9th so if you wanna boogie, hit me up on disco.rd at DILF BUCHANAN#5328

[heireating]

                           BOOK STARTERS VOL.32     ( WICKED )    ( GREGORY MAGUIRE )  

❛ Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny. ❜

❛ People who claim that they’re evil are usually no worse than the rest of us. ❜

❛ Happy endings are still endings. ❜

❛ We believe in all sorts of things that aren’t true; – we call it history. ❜

❛ Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? ❜

❛ In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realise it is far more common for men to turn into rats. ❜

❛ Girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise.  ❜

❛ Love makes hunters of us all. ❜

❛ There is much to hate in this world and way too much to love. ❜

❛ You confuse not speaking with not listening. ❜

❛ As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention. ❜

❛ The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say. ❜

❛ Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. ❜

❛ We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. ❜

❛ The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness. ❜

❛ I know you don’t want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! ❜

❛ Even at the very worst - there is always choice. ❜

❛ Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it. ❜

❛ Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on – or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the entire universe is changed. ❜

❛ That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness. Life isn’t the same now. It’s wonderful, but it isn’t the same. ❜

❛ I don’t care for approval, and I don’t mind doing without. ❜

❛ It’s where I live. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new. ❜

❛ Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Always the godfather, never the god. ❜

❛ The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew. ❜

❛ Evil is an act, not an appetite. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal. ❜

❛ How many haven’t wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table?  ❜

❛ Even God used silence as a strategy. ❜

❛ I learned failure early and mastered it. ❜

❛ It isn’t whether you do it well or ill, it’s that you do it all. ❜

❛ This is why you shouldn’t fall in love, it blinds you. Love is a very wicked distraction. ❜

❛ Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That’s what makes it mystery. ❜

❛ Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience. ❜

❛ Such brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly. ❜

❛ I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can’t hurt you the way the future can. ❜

❛ Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss off, go on, say it, but don’t tell me nothing’s wrong. ❜

❛ The truth isn’t a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on. ❜

❛ One can’t make peace with another by force. ❜

❛ I am a forgettable leaf on a tree. ❜

❛ That’s all I want; — to do no harm. ❜

❛ I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is. ❜