Nov 12, 2018
@ghostlymotherdevilhippie
“Oh what are you going to do Penguin? Punish me? Fulfill your pent up lesbian frustrations and spank me like the bad girl I am?” The female patient crossed her arms rolling her eyes.
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@ghostlymotherdevilhippie
“Oh what are you going to do Penguin? Punish me? Fulfill your pent up lesbian frustrations and spank me like the bad girl I am?” The female patient crossed her arms rolling her eyes.
@killer-boredom
The request was just so unusual that Sam was convinced he hadn’t heard him correctly. Not that he had any sort of distaste for Dandy or anything besides just general annoyance (anyone who was around him for more that three seconds could tell you why), but this just seemed a bit strange. “You want to...stay in my room?”
@likeavirus
The other inmates were yowling an screaming as they were want to do on stormy nights. Like scared and panicked animals their shrieked and beat their fists against the walls. Such a horrible ruckus they all made, keeping anyone with half a brain to lose sleep over little more than a bit of wind and thunder. Sam laid in his bed, listening to it all, wondering if there was some way he could break away from the din. Slowly he got up and went to the door, sticking his fingers through the bars as he peered out across the hall to the cell across the way.
“They’re raisin’ hell t’night,” he called. “Sound like banshees...”
@chatxlain
“You’re new,” he said flatly, his gaze fixed on the woman in front of him. His nose wrinkled slightly, not so much a sign of disgust so much as it was a curious look. This woman...girl maybe? She didn’t seem like the usual stock around this place. Didn’t look quite so haggard, quite so lifeless. It certainly was enough of a sight to cause the mostly non-verbal man to utter a couple words.
@killer-boredom
His arms were bothering for some reason or another. The little lines etched all over his forearms was making him anxious and tired and confused, like the world was spinning to quickly. It was an itching sensation, but surely they wouldn’t itch anymore after all this time. Huffing, the man picked at the scars and shoot his head. Maybe...maybe he needs to new medication. Maybe he was just tired. Whatever it was, he felt ill and gloomy, and his tongue felt thick with the words that refused to come out of his mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
"I...no, sorry. I'm sorry. Please, don't stop," Sam replied, looking up at the doctor. "I was just a little...surprised. That's all. I'd like you to keep going."
Je ne sais pas comment passer le temps
"Je ne sais pas comment passer le temps...je ne sais pas comment passer le temps..."
The beautiful brunette kept repeating that one phrase over and over, sitting in a corner of her room with her knees curled to her chest, rocking slowly. Her chestnut brown hair was tied back from her face, but a few locks always managed to slip out and fall about her face, and her soulful brown eyes had bags under them from lack of sleep.
The books she used to love so much now sat untouched in a drawer, except for the one that was her favourite, A Thousand and One Arabian Nights, which sat atop the nightstand, gathering dust. She hadn't read since a few weeks after her arrival in the mental hospital, when she found she was having trouble with the words. The letters would rearrange themselves before her very eyes, forming nonsense. At first, they would go back to normal after rubbing her eyes, but after a couple days, she couldn't read at all.
She wasn't allowed pencils or pens or even crayons or art supplies. The pencils and pens made sense. She could hurt herself with them if she tried, and with the reason she'd been brought in nearly half a year ago, that was a rational precaution. Not being allowed art supplies was because the subject of whatever she drew or painted, aside from the one painting of a handsome young man that hung near the window, was always dark and violent or macabre. Those works had been taken away with her art supplies. That had left her books. And now she didn't even have those. She used to sing to herself, but that didn't keep her occupied for very long in the day, and she dreaded sleep because of the nightmares that plagued her every night, waking her after only two or three hours and after waking she was unable to sleep again.
"Je ne sais pas comment passer le temps...je ne sais pas comment passer le temps...I don't know how to pass the time..."
For some reason I forgot our ship name but.... ours.
Song to sum them up?:
Right now? "Royals" by Lorde.
Do I ship it?
NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP