The winter doesn't want you. It haunts you.

Face down on a broken street, there’s a man in the corner in a pool of misery. I’m in a white van as a red sea covers the ground my body’s not a canvas. My body’s not a tool for war.

[strippedtoherbones]

[muffinshark]

a sam study✨

[kenz1x1s-blog]

i really want a hey i know you’re my big brothers best friend in the world but lets fuck plot where the older brother is like extremely over protective so some shit would go down if anyone found out

[goodnightmemes]

INSIDIOUS: CHAPTER TWO (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ In my line of work, things tend to happen when it gets dark. ❜

❛ I didn’t know what else to do, except call you. ❜

❛ You had a big problem and you thought you’d make it my problem, too. Is that it? ❜

❛ There’s something in this house. I can feel it. It doesn’t want me here. ❜

❛ I saw what haunts him, and it’s not a friend. ❜

❛ When he sleeps at night, he’s able to go places, see things. Things no living person is supposed to see. ❜

❛ Why are you looking at me like that? You think I did this? ❜

❛ There were a lot of strange things happening in our house. ❜

❛ Listen, I’m not interested in ghosts. ❜

❛ Did you see anything bad in here? ❜

❛ I just want us to move on from this, that’s all. ❜

❛ I want us to be a normal family again. ❜

❛ I went into that place to get our son back and something evil followed me. ❜

❛ Listen to me. Nothing is gonna bother us, not anymore. ❜

❛ You think all the ghosts we’ve seen would somehow make me feel better that _____ is gone. ❜

❛ You and I have firsthand knowledge that there’s something out there beyond death. ❜

❛ Turns out the living version of someone is always better. ❜

❛ There’s someone standing behind you. ❜

❛ It was probably my imagination. ❜

❛ Please don’t leave us again. ❜

❛ Whatever it was that was haunting my family is not done with us. ❜

❛ Don’t you dare! ❜

❛ I had been meaning to catch up with her, to call her. But I always kept putting it off till the next week, you know? And now she’s gone. ❜

❛ All right, I suppose I should’ve explained that this isn’t an exact science. ❜

❛ We need to know who killed you. ❜

❛ Now only the ghosts are left. ❜

❛ Personally, I prefer the ghosts to people. ❜

❛ I wanna live! ❜

❛ Please don’t make me do it. ❜

❛ We have to go! We gotta get the kids and we gotta get out of the house! ❜

❛ We’ve been through this before. They will follow us. You have to just not be afraid. ❜

❛ There’s ghosts everywhere! It’s like we’re already dead! ❜

❛ This is nothing like being dead. I know. I have seen it. ❜

❛ All you have to do is ignore them, and they will go away. ❜

❛ Let’s just say that this house is not a place where many good things have happened. ❜

❛ If she sees you, she’ll make me kill you. ❜

❛ It’s just a dream. ❜

❛ Shadows are your home now. ❜

❛ Have you been seeing them, too? ❜

❛ The code word is “Quesadilla.” ❜

❛ I thought we agreed on “Unicorn” as the code word. ❜

❛ I was wondering if you could help give me some closure. ❜

❛ This is pretty exciting. I feel like an FBI agent. ❜

❛ I should remind you that, um… I’m not the person who’s gonna look at you funny if you tell me something unusual. ❜

❛ I’ve seen things with my own eyes that most people have to go to sleep to conjure up. ❜

❛ What have you got behind your back? ❜

❛ Well, if you’re here, I guess I don’t have to ask where I am. ❜

❛ That thing is gonna murder my family if I don’t get back. ❜

❛ I wish I could say it’s good to see you. ❜

❛ You are not supposed to be here. ❜

❛ So that’s what that was about. ❜

❛ It’s been so long since I felt real pain. ❜

❛ It’s been so long since I felt real pain. I missed it, but not as much as I miss inflicting it on others. ❜

❛ You have no idea how much you’ve wasted your life being afraid of the dead, because pretty soon, you’re going to be one of them. ❜

❛ I nearly lost you once before. I’m not gonna let that happen again. ❜

❛ I wish I could take you with me. ❜

❛ You’re still alive. It’s time to live again. ❜

❛ I came to bring you home! ❜

❛ I should’ve known it was you. ❜

❛ Ready to forget once and for all. ❜

[strippedtoherbones]

drthetasigma10​:

The Doctor hesitated. 

“Well. I mean. The similarities between Otherstide and Christmas are really only superficial, there’s gift-giving, there’s a sense of renewal, there’s– a sort of pantomime– well, puppets–”

He distracted himself by grabbing his coat from where he’d unceremoniously dumped it over a coral outcropping, as usual completely ignoring the coat-tree directly by the door at the top of the gantry. 

He glanced at her ankle as she secreted that blade away. 

Was it strange it made him nostalgic for a certain cavewoman? A savage?

Dark eyes darted up her, analyzing her outfit as he untucked his collar, shook out the brown of the coat.

“You’ll do. Your general aesthetic’s still in keeping with the era. And it’ll help that not many people will actually be looking at the crowd.” 

Then he whirled, and bounded up the ramp, tugged the doors open, and offered the slender, shorter woman his arm. 

“As for March, well, it’s not just a month, it’s an order. Shall we?”

And in stepping out through the doors of The TARDIS, closing the egress behind them with the telltale creak and click, they found themselves in an alley in the dark of night, and just beyond the alley…

“Rockefeller Center, December 1945. First Christmas after the war. During the conflict, the annual tree was kept dark. But now that you’ve had your V-E day, and your V-J day…”

A 50-foot tree towered above the skating rink, illuminated by six ultraviolet lights that made the 700 fluorescent globes hung from its boughs seem like they were glowing in the dark.  

“Happy Christmas, Dani. Nadolig Llawen.”

   “Puppets.” there’s something off with the way she says that word. A bit of discomfort and awkwardness mixed together. “I’ve never been too big on puppets. There’s always been something creepy about them.”

  Watching him grab his coat, she can’t help but to allow a faint smile as she reaches for her own. Slipping into it she catches his gaze and at this point she is far too used to the way people look at her. But the comment on her clothing makes her snort out a soft laugh.

  “Good thing I’m a fan of plain colors and nothing flashy.” Dani slips her hands into the pockets of her coat. She had never wanted to stand out in a crowd, the last time that had happened bad things had happened. She had learned pretty quickly that attracting attention wasn’t too good of an idea.

   “I’ve never been completely good with orders.” she shrugs a shoulder knowing that she had disobeyed plenty of orders over the years. Most of the time rightfully so. She’s about to say more when they step outside and she sees the tree, and hears his words.

  Slowly her jaw drops open a little, her eyes welling with tears. “I don’t remember when I was home last.. Truly home. In my time.. Where my..” her words trail off, her voice catching in her throat at the thought of her brother. She knew it would be unlikely she would be able to see him one last time, so she forced the thought aside. “It’s beautiful.. Wonderful.” reaching over she briefly touches his elbow, her eyes not moving from the tree, catching the light in them. “Thank you for this.”

[strippedtoherbones]

strippedtoherbones​:

Dear Doctor

drthetasigma10​:

“‘Are we there yet,’“ The Doctor mouthed sarcastically along with Dani as she asked the tenth time, furtively flicking switches, toggling toggles, attempting some degree of precision piloting. What was it about the Roses? Winter or otherwise? 

The TARDIS was, bless her, doing her best to accommodate The Doctor’s requests, but a particular peculiar gravimetric anomaly in The Time Vortex kept drawing her off-course. and he really didn’t want to accidentally land in Cardiff or London this time, for once.

He glanced up at her across The Console, ducking his head a little sideways around The Time Rotor as it plunged and climbed and vworrped. 

“At least you had Christmas. Closest we had where I come from was called Otherstide,” he gritted his teeth as he spoke, his mighty brain trying to make words and remember sad, sad things of his own without seeming sad while all the while he fiddled and foisted… “And that was in March. Ish. And it was my birthday, so, bit of a mixed feeling there.”

The spinning blade distracted him for a moment, a glint of murky green light across his visual cortex and he muttered an extrasolar curse– Belgium! –before managing to course-correct by holding two rapidly-decalibrating dials in place with both hands and using the rubber sole of his left Chuck Taylor to nnnnudge a lever into place, and…

Whooooom.

The Rotor stopped. The TARDIS ticked over.

Both the Doctor’s eyebrows arched, and he glanced up at the ceiling in mingled relief and curiosity. 

“Actually, maybe, now?”

He dusted his hands off emphatically and grinned at her. 

“Dani Samantha Coulton, we are, in fact, here yet.”

   “March is a good month, though I’m not sure why.” though she has some vague suspicion it has to do with herself. However she isn’t going to come right out and say that. She wasn’t too fond of birthdays in the first place, they had stopped being a happy time long ago. “Now you have me curious what this Otherstide is all about. Maybe we could celebrate it some time, put our own little spin on it. Same with Christmas. Make it something we can both remember fondly.”

  Because when it did come down to it, her and being able to remember things was, as of late, a luxury. New memories she held onto with an iron grip, the ones she had forgotten and the ones she struggled to regain were another matter. The harder she fought to remember, the harder it was for things to come back. It was like trying to hold sand. She watches him with curiosity, the movements, the strain in his arms hidden otherwise by his jacket. The concentration she had seen so many times before in those skilled in their work, but also something hidden but it’s gone too quickly and replaced by his smile instead.

   “Wait we are?” there’s a measure of excitement in her words as she straightens. With one last spin of the blade she tucks it back into her boot, pulling her pants leg down over the hilt. Last thing she wanted was to cause any trouble for them. “So where is here exactly? You never did say.” 

[strippedtoherbones]

"When did I become so numb? When did I lose myself? All the words that leave my tongue Feel like they came from someone else

Where are my feelings? I no longer feel things I know I should I'm paralyzed Where is the real me? I'm lost and it kills me - inside" - Paralyzed by NF

ABOUT || Aidan Colton; a Marvel OC as written by Pippin [Images made by my best friend who made them for myself and our mutual friend who RPed the amazing Bucky who helped form this character.]

[strippedtoherbones]

"I don't know if you can call what I have PTSD.." Dani admits, cradling a cup of what is now cold coffee between oddly steady hands. "It's more memory lapses, dark holes in my life. People without faces, faces without voices." lowering her eyes from the group around her, she shrugs one shoulder. "Places I've seen but don't remember why."

Blood on my hands. Dead bodies laying before me at the end of a scope. A glint of metal, a red star, those eyes so distance and familiar that they haunt me every second. Red. Only red. Always red.

The thoughts come unbidden sending the briefest, though fairly noticeable, tremor through her normally still fingers. Licking her lips she shakes her head, feeling emotion well inside her. Emotion she was always forbidden to feel. "I'm sorry.. Look maybe someone else should go, I'm just.. I'm wasting everyone's time here."

Shaking her head as he feels that brief tremor turning into the stirring of a flutter in her chest. That flutter that always leads to the screaming, to the sheer panic, to the crying that doesn't stop until her body simply gives out. "I'm sorry.. I need some air" the apology is quieter as she stands and makes her way towards the hallway outside the room. If she was going to lose her control, she wanted to be away from people she may harm.

[strippedtoherbones]

"When was the last time any of our plans worked out?"

[foolish--mortal-deactivated2018]

“Such a shame.”

“I love you.”

“Go to bed.”

“I missed you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“You’ll be back.”

“Oh my god.”

“Oh, shut up!”

“No I won’t!”

“Beg for mercy.”

“Don’t touch that!”

“Let’s go home.”

“I hate you.”

“You did what?”

“Just a taste.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Are you alright?”

“You’re my everything.”

“Are you finished?”

“Hold your fire!”

“You’re a coward.”

“No better time.”

“It’s a beauty.”

“Don’t drink that!”

“You’re so stupid!”

“Are you crazy?”

“Put it down!”

“Use your imagination!”

“I can’t go.”

“I’ll kill you!”

“Give it up!”

“Watch your step.”

“Let me die.”

“Want a sip?”

“Want a bite?”

“I smell something.”

“Are you happy?”

“Look at that!”

“Hold the door!”

“God damn it.”

“Say no more.”

“I’m not mad!”

“Is that smoke?”

“That’s not fair!”

“I’m not crying.”

“You did what?!”

“I did it!”

“Just take it.”

“Come on in.”

“That’s not good.”

[strippedtoherbones]

Blood pooled in her mouth forcing her to spit the bitter copper out and to wipe the remains from her lips with the back of her hand. That fall a moment ago- and the shot that clipped her arm- was going to hurt like hell later, but that's something she would deal with when the time arose. And right now wasn't the time.

Ducking further behind cover she pops the magazine from her weapon, letting it fall as she slaps another one into place with her palm. This went south and a helluva lot faster than she would have cared for. "I hope you have a plan B!" she shouts over the gunfire pinning her down. "I'm on my last mag and something tells me these guys won't stop long enough for me to get into knife range." she finishes with a much quieter. "As nice as that would be for a change."

[strippedtoherbones]

Dear Doctor

Dani sits with her cheek propped against the curled fingers of her right hand. By now her fingers had begun to tingle but she ignored the sensation, tapping the flat edge of her blade gently against the rail in front of her.

"Are we there yet?" she fights back a smile, knowing she has asked this exact question a total of nine times already. Being the tenth time he was likely to have some minor form of agitation. And if he wasn't annoyed yet? Then she had some work to do. Or maybe not. He had, after all, promised an 'adventure'. Far be it for her to ruin that now.

"I feel like a kid on Christmas. Or I would, if I had actually enjoyed a Christmas as a kid." there's a brief pause as she considers this thought. "Not that I didn't have them, it was just a rough time." given all that was going on. Money had been tight, her father a drunken mess, her brother sick, and she was.. Well.. Forced to grow up far too fast.

"Look I'm sorry, I'll stop asking if you know." she twirls her blade a little to emphasize the unspoken words.

[strippedtoherbones]

starter call

[strippedtoherbones]

  “RESISTANCE, Love has got to fight for its existence.    The enemy has armies of assistants.    The amorous, the glamorous, a kiss, a fist.    Listen to this, oh

   Baby it’s a Red flag Room day.   The Winter doesn’t want you, it haunts you.”

– From the songs Get Out of Your Own Way, Red Flag Day, and Summer of Love by U2

About  || Rules   A Marvel Original Character written by Raven

[leneemusing]

misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

[strippedtoherbones]

Setting her coffee down with one trembling hand, Dani flexes her fingers trying to pass off the tremors as a cramp. That wasn't the case of course. Far from it. It was another sleepless night, and the circles under her eyes, though weakly hidden under makeup spoke to such.

Her mind wouldn't quit, and when it did the dreams.. No, that's not accurate. Call them what they are. Memories. Nightmares. Horrors. My past. Dreams are good things, and I haven't had anything good since the explosion. Her thoughts are as bitter as her coffee, and she shoves them aside for the sake of the job.

"Possible sighting of target on your twelve." she murmurs into the comm linked to her watch. "Confirm?"

[strippedtoherbones]

    “Feels like I’m missing something.” Dani frowns, toying with the small charm at the end of the necklace the archangel had given her years before. “God give me just a little help on this one huh? Or if anything is out there listening.. Anything, you know.. Good.” last thing she wanted was some black eyed bitch trying to strike a deal for some info.