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i think i'm ready to show you my ears.

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swensinned‌:

NOW OR NEVER. Sadie takes a deep breath, squeezing Brooke’s hand for comfort. “I THINK I MIGHT BE THE REASON THESE MURDERS ARE HAPPENING,” she says, self-centered as usual. “MY MOM NEVER TOLD ME, BUT I READ HER EMAILS AND I FOUND OUT THAT I’M NOT MY DAD’S BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER. MY REAL FATHER WAS A SERIAL KILLER. MOM WAS REALLY INTO, LIKE, CONJUGAL VISITS AND DOING WEIRD SHIT.” She sighs, feeling a little lighter with her secret out like that. “BUT I DIDN’T DO IT! I DON’T WANT TO HURT ANYONE, BROOKE, YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME.”

( 📼 : brooke : @swensinned​ )

Listening to everything she had to say Brooke just remained quiet for a few minutes. It was all very odd information to divulge and a lot to take in. She had to carefully plan what to say in response. Knowing she had to say something she finally took a deep breath. She was scared to death so comforting words were something that she had to put a lot more effort into than normal. Especially if she wanted them to sound sincere like they truly should be.

“I believe you. About everything.” Her response was still whispered because they didn’t really have the luxury of speaking in normal tones. “But unless your father is Mr. Jingles or the Night Stalker…I don’t think you are the reason.” She hoped that neither were. “We’re just in the wrong place at the very wrong time.” She let go of her hand and put an arm around Sadie to pull her close. “Let’s just not think about any of that right now. Let’s just think about making it through the night.”

[swensinned]

That was...pretty reasonable, actually. Sadie hadn’t been told a lot about her father, but she’s pretty sure the two serial killers Brooke had mentioned didn’t fit the bill. She didn’t want to die, strictly speaking, but she’d already lived longer than she’d expected so she wouldn’t be too surprised. “WHERE’S EVERYONE ELSE?” she asked quietly. If any of them had to die, she sort of hoped it would be Xavier. She didn’t trust him.

[swensinned]

STARTER CALL!

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@theirlament​ fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…(for Chanel)

40: because the world is ending 

The world isn’t actually ending, but it might as well be. The Chanels are over. They’ve gone from the prettiest, skinniest bitches on campus to asylum patients, which was kind of cool because of Sadie’s new girlfriend, but then they were the Chanels again, and they don’t have any money, and Chanel is losing it. She’s already sent Number Five into hiding with her screaming, and Number Three doesn’t know how else to shut her up so she just leans forward and kisses Chanel on the lips, pulling back almost immediately with the taste of expensive cherry gloss on her own mouth. “SORRY,” Number Three says, and genuinely feels it, because Chanel’s never really acted homophobic around Number Three since she came out, even still lets Number Three change in the same room as her, and she doesn’t want to ruin that. But she’s also not sorry, because she liked it. “JUST, LIKE, CALM DOWN, CHANEL. OKAY?”

(  💋 : chanel : @swensinned​ )

First she was disowned by her rich parents. Then she and her minions were booted out of the one place they had actually known happiness. The mental asylum. And now this? Working to make money, living in a rent-controlled, flee bag apartment complex in a neighborhood that Chanel might have even visited once during Chanel-o-ween. Oh no, this was all too much for the former Kappa Queen to take. This was hell - the literal definition of it. Chanel had every right to scream. She was losing it - hanging on by just a thread and that thread was weakening more and more each day. She was had been in the middle of bitching about how she’d seen bugs in their low-income home. BUGS! And then suddenly Number threes lips were on hers kissing her - quieting her. Chanel was in such a state of shock that she didn’t kiss back - at least not yet. The spoiled blonde had her bad qualities but being a homophobe was not one of them. She loved that Number three was able to embrace her sexuality and express it. She was her friend - one of the few people that still stood by her even if she no longer had to. Chanel accepted her completely. “What…was that…?” Her tone was more breathless and confused than anything as she tried to make sense of it. There was none of the normal venomous bite to her words. Exactly the opposite. Reaching out slowly looking like she might slap the other woman she instead cupped her chin and pulled her face towards her own. “Sadie…” She practically purred as those pink, cherry glossed lips returned the kiss. “What took you so long?” Chanel’s fingers brushed over Sadie’s cheek.

[swensinned]

More than unexpected, Chanel’s lack of screaming and running makes Number Three quiet for just a moment, her mind raising between those fluffy earmuffs that cost more than a regular student’s college tuition. Not only was Chanel remembering her name, she was referring to her by it?

“ARE YOU GOOD?” Number Three asks hesitantly, genuinely concerned. Chanel’s treating her like she likes her, and sure they’re friends and yeah, Number Three has been the favorite minion ever since Number Two started being a two-faced slut, but she’s always assumed that was due to Numbers Four and Five being idiots. Then she asks what she’d meant to ask, “AREN’T YOU, LIKE, STRAIGHT?”

[swensinned]

                            MY SENSE OF IDENTITY IS COMPLETELY EXTERNAL.  IF I DIDN’T HAVE KAPPA TO DEFINE ME, I REALLY DON’T HAVE MUCH TO OFFER.

ind. priv. sel. SADIE SWENSON / CHANEL NO. 3 of SCREAM QUEENS

[kawennaheres]

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@theirlament​ liked for a 1984 starter (for brooke)

“I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING,” Sadie says. Since the bodies have started dropping, she’s nervous like she’s never been before. She sits a little bit closer to Brooke, clutches the other girl’s hand. “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE I CAN TRUST, BUT YOU HAVE TO PROMISE NOT TO TELL, OKAY? ESPECIALLY NOT MARGARET.” 

( 📼 : brooke : @swensinned​ )

Brooke didn’t know Sadie very well. But it wasn’t like she knew the other counselors any better. She’d just shoved herself into Xavier’s crowded van the day before and went off to Redwood with them on a whim. Now people were dying. Out of all the others she trusted Sadie the most - she’d at least been genuinely nice and welcoming to her. They were huddled in one of the bunks in the girl’s cabin practically clinging to each other. It was dark - so dark - and there was more than one killer lurking out there. They just had to make it until daylight and then they would be safe. The would be able to see where they were going an get out of there. Whatever she planned to tell her sounded pretty serious. Brooke squeezed her had. “Tell me. It’s okay. I trust you too.” She encouraged. Trust was a big thing for her considering how many times others had broken it. “I promise. I won’t tell anyone. Not Margaret, not anyone.” She laced their fingers together to give them both that added little bit of comfort in a situation where there wasn’t much.

[swensinned]

NOW OR NEVER. Sadie takes a deep breath, squeezing Brooke’s hand for comfort. “I THINK I MIGHT BE THE REASON THESE MURDERS ARE HAPPENING,” she says, self-centered as usual. “MY MOM NEVER TOLD ME, BUT I READ HER EMAILS AND I FOUND OUT THAT I’M NOT MY DAD’S BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER. MY REAL FATHER WAS A SERIAL KILLER. MOM WAS REALLY INTO, LIKE, CONJUGAL VISITS AND DOING WEIRD SHIT.” She sighs, feeling a little lighter with her secret out like that. “BUT I DIDN’T DO IT! I DON’T WANT TO HURT ANYONE, BROOKE, YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME.”

[swensinned]

@theirlament​ liked for a 1984 starter (for brooke)

“I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING,” Sadie says. Since the bodies have started dropping, she’s nervous like she’s never been before. She sits a little bit closer to Brooke, clutches the other girl’s hand. “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE I CAN TRUST, BUT YOU HAVE TO PROMISE NOT TO TELL, OKAY? ESPECIALLY NOT MARGARET.” 

[swensinned]

@theirlament​ fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…(for Chanel)

40: because the world is ending 

The world isn’t actually ending, but it might as well be. The Chanels are over. They’ve gone from the prettiest, skinniest bitches on campus to asylum patients, which was kind of cool because of Sadie’s new girlfriend, but then they were the Chanels again, and they don’t have any money, and Chanel is losing it. She’s already sent Number Five into hiding with her screaming, and Number Three doesn’t know how else to shut her up so she just leans forward and kisses Chanel on the lips, pulling back almost immediately with the taste of expensive cherry gloss on her own mouth. “SORRY,” Number Three says, and genuinely feels it, because Chanel’s never really acted homophobic around Number Three since she came out, even still lets Number Three change in the same room as her, and she doesn’t want to ruin that. But she’s also not sorry, because she liked it. “JUST, LIKE, CALM DOWN, CHANEL. OKAY?”

[killedboys]

SWENSINNED·:

“YOU’RE PRETTY AND SKINNY, SO THAT’S A PLUS, BUT THERE’S A LOT OF COMPETITION SO YOU’D BETTER BE RICH TOO.”

“ IF BEING SKINNY & RICH is all it takes to make it around here, i think i’ll be just fine. but thanks anyway for the helpful … advice. ”  smile twists from sweet to sinful to saccharine once again ; there’s something almost sickening about the way it never seems to fade.  “ so is it, like, true or whatever that girls keep dying in ditches around here? ”

[swensinned]

“PRETTY MUCH, YEAH,” Chanel No. 3 replies fairly nonchalantly. “WE WERE ON NATIONAL NEWS AFTER THIS DEAF GIRL GOT HER HEAD MOWED OFF. IT WAS PRETTY COOL, ACTUALLY.” She considers, her head tilts. “WELL, NOT SO MUCH FOR HER.” Whatever. Weird things happen in sororities, and death seems to follow the Swenson girl wherever she goes. Melancholy thoughts aside, she turns back to the other girl. “SO, ARE YOU GOING TO PLEDGE?” She doesn’t know her name (doesn’t really care that much). It’s Number Five’s job to keep track of the pledges anyway.

[swensinned]

@boyzeatr​ liked for a starter!

"YOU'RE PRETTY AND SKINNY, SO THAT'S A PLUS, BUT THERE'S A LOT OF COMPETITION SO YOU'D BETTER BE RICH TOO."

[swensinned]

starter call

[evilseen]

“THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS,

 I WILL GUT YOU IF I NEED TO. 

I WILL CARVE MY WAY OUT 

WITH ONLY MY TEETH.”

-brenna twohy, from “little red riding hood address the next wolf”

ind. priv. sel. LANA WINTERS of AMERICAN HORROR STORY: ASYLUM

est. 2019

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[sanabakkouh]

[swensinned]

PLOTTING CALL!

[swensinned]

STARTER CALL!

[mayfared]

You don’t know just what you’ve done

You don’t know who I’ve become

I’ve become somebody else

I have used it for myself

IT’S DARK IN MY IMAGINATION

ind. priv. sel. dash-only ALLY MAYFAIR-RICHARDS of AMERICAN HORROR STORY: CULT