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RUSS DECOTE. family oc // written by berry // inspired by tina. 

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RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[swcmpblood-blog]

RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[swcmpblood-blog]

RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[swcmpblood-blog]

RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[swcmpblood-blog]

RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[swcmpblood-blog]

RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[swcmpblood-blog]

RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[swcmpblood-blog]

RUSS HAS BEEN MOVED!!

find him over at @muserne !! threads will be kept, but since i won’t be checking back here please @ the new blog in them so i’m notified of a reply. thank you!! 

[muserne-a]

               ———- at times the world can seem an unfriendly & sinister place, but believe us when we say that there is much more good in it than bad. all you have to do is look hard enough. & what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey.written by jill.

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TRICK.

              she didn’t know what would be WORSE        going out and dealing with clients, or staying behind and having to deal with russ. ( he already terrified her. ) wordlessly, she goes to bring him another beer, tears already stinging at smoky irises. no amount of begging would change his mind, and she didn’t feel like offering HERSELF in an exchange for not having to turn tricks. ( whether he would take her or not. ) maybe she’d get lucky and find the once in a million customer who just wanted to talk, or cuddle, instead of actually…DO IT.

                     he takes the beer from her with a ROUGH yank, stolen from her gentle fingers to his own BRUTISH grasp. he takes a SWIG, before his gaze seems to refocus on her. eyes cold and voice COLDER, he nods towards the door. ❛ don’t come back ‘fore y’make me at least FIVE HUNDRED bucks. ❜

[supercumulodevirgo]

[weedphd]

louisiana gothic

“wow, sure is humid,” you say, looking around. everyone agrees. this is the 8th day in a row you have said this. it’s always humid. everyone knows it’s humid. there’s water everywhere. you’re drowning

a nervous hum rides over the school students, everyone murmuring. the voice of one comes up, “it’s going to get in the 20s to 30s tonight. school might be cancelled.” everyone’s hoping. it’s so cold. everyone’s cold. please help

it doesn’t snow.

“there’s a tropical storm watch,” somebody in your class says. nobody’s surprised. there’s always a storm watch. it’s raining. somebody laughs in the distance. nobody cares

when you awoke, you stepped outside, numb to the cold winds suddenly howling against your body. you bundle up, ready for the cold day and the cold rise of the sun. 9 hours later, you arrive outside in the heat of the afternoon. it’s 79 degrees. the sun beats down on you, laughing at your misery. the wind is non existent. the humidity sits in the air, stifling and wet. this happens every day, but nobody learns.

a student stands up, looks around. he’s committed, and confident. “obamacare,” he says, “is the leading problem of today’s society.” fuck, you hate that guy.

there are two different types of people in your school. half have thick southern accents and plans to go to college in state. they have few plans beyond that. they’re planning on going hunting this weekend. you ask the other half where they plan to go to college. “anywhere,” they say, “anywhere other than here, please, god. please let me leave, i want to leave. save me, god.” you agree.

when you were in middle school, you heard the sound of girls laughter echo around the classroom. you ask what they’re laughing about. they smile and gush, “me and all my friends went to the church youth party together yesterday.” you are scared

it’s summer. it’s so hot. please save us. it’s so hot. it’s so hot. it’s so h

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GIRLIE.

        the change in her would be obvious to anyone save the man beside her, but jane knows he wouldn’t care either way. her eyes turn blank and dull, and regardless of her fear, her hands don’t shake as she turns them to the task of freeing him from his jeans; they’re far too used to this kind of work. “–’kay.” 

                    he doesn’t CARE what she feels - what he feels is HORNY. so he adjusts himself in his seat, PUSHES the back of her head down as she blows him. he FINISHES sooner than usual, but he’s also pretty WASTED. once he’s done he NUDGES her OFF, tucks himself back in his jeans as he pulls into the parking lot. ❛ ’m gettin’ more beer. wait here. ❜

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NEIGHBOR.

her hands are STAINED black from charcoal, and there’s a small smudge of a streak across the side of her temple from where she pushed back the strands from her ponytail; there’s more charcoal dust on her pants, and clary would rather be back inside, working on her piece, but simon had INSISTED that she get some air rather than frustrate herself more. she’d disagreed, but now that she’s nearly knocked over by a friendly dog who just wants to say hello, clary can’t help but think her husband had THE RIGHT IDEA. she looks up at the man following the dog and smiles, shaking her head even as she ruffles the dog’s ears. ❝ no, please, if i’m going to go by being loved to death by a big dog, that’s how i wanna go, ❞ she jokes, reaching up from where she’s been knocked on her ass to shake his hand. ❝ you just got matched, right? i’m clary –– my husband simon and i live a few houses down. ❞

                         ❛ he’ll love y’t’death f’er sure. ❜ it feels STRANGE to even speak like this - pleasantly. it’s FALSE ADVERTISING because underneath that award winning GRIN he’s giving her he’s imagining what she’d look like with his hands around her THROAT. of course, he wasn’t a SAVAGE. he didn’t have CRAVINGS that demanded satisfaction, he could more than control himself. he reaches down to shake her hand and PULLS her to her feet, nodding in answer to her QUESTION. ❛ yeah me an’ my ... WIFE, parker jus’ moved in. ❜

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FBI.

                “No, no more threats, you call the shots now. I can get my boss t’cut a deal with you, sir, but that can only happen if I’m alive.” Is she bullshitting just to save her own ass? Well, yes and no. She’s attempting civility to keep things calm, or as calm as they can be, and she’s going off of the hostage situation training she really wishes she’d brushed up on before heading into this case. However, he’s not like most of the criminals she’s dealt with before and she’s not sure she can tap into some sort of morality hidden inside. He’s a cold blooded killer and those are the hardest to bring down. You can’t get them to feel guilty and hand themselves over, you can’t play on their emotions because they don’t have any to manipulate. 

      “I’ll do whatever you say and I promise to help in negotiatin’ some sort of trade off, but any sort of deal will be taken straight off the table if you kill me.”

                        ❛ i ain’t want no deal. ❜ he’s NOT worried about getting caught - anyone could look at him and call him some sort of BACKWOODS HICK, a redneck that ain’t know how to multiply fractions or spell mosquito, but he wasn’t STUPID. hell, russ decote could even be called BRILLIANT, for the things he’s gotten away with. he knows how to hide a body, how to erase the EVIDENCE, how to play DUMB. and right now he doesn’t appreciate this BITCH actin’ like she’s all high and mighty because she’s got a badge. ❛ y’can go right on ahead an’ shut the fuck up, or i’ll put a bullet between y’er eyes. ❜

[ms-jully]

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WIFEY.

          maybe she hadn’t thought he’d actually DO IT when she’d dared him to. she just wanted to push his buttons. parker struggled against his grasp, kicking her legs out, fists hitting at him. she let out a strangled cry as her head hit the wall, again & again — then it all went black. small frame crumpled, only held up by his hold on her throat.

                           when she stops KICKING, when she goes SILENT and STILL he releases his grip and his wife falls to the floor with a THUD. he scratches his jaw nonchalantly and crosses to the fridge to grab himself a PBR, leaving parker on the floor as he settles back in his chair. the beer is opened with a CRACK and a HISS, this whole thing is HER fault. if she’d just done what he’d asked then she’d still be conscious.