#bruisedpast

[petrasplaining-archived-blog]

KATE.

    ❛ relationships are complicated. cooking comes with instructions. ❜

@bruisedpast liked for a tiny thing.

[boyfluent-blog]

“  kate, when have i ever steered you wrong ?  ”    /    @bruisedpast  (   ♥  for a starter !   )

[celebrityvictimmoved]

bruisedpast replied to your post: me, a month ago: imagine if post-movies sidney got...

but imagine sidney having that child and giving it up for adoption and then fifteen years later hearing about ghostface terrorizing some young girl :-)

sidney: shows up unannounced sidney: GOD DAMMIT YOU CAME OUT OF MY WOMB NOT YOUR UNCLE’S kid: that’s not how biology works- sidney: DID I FUCKING ASK

[wldest-blog]

he  can     hear     her  heart  race  away     ,     even  from  behind  his     latest     meal     ,     hear  it  over  the  screams  and  the  rush  of  blood  in  such  a  close  proximate     .     before  he  decide  to  snap  his  neck  and  the  screams  and  pleas  comes  to  a  strangled  halt     ,     that  was     .     comming  closer     ,     still   on  a  high  from  blood     ,     it  would  be  so  easy  to  just     continue     to  feed     .     to     spiral     down     in  a  blood  frenzy  and  probably  end  up  getting  too  much  attention  and  land  himself  in  a  coffin  someplace  with  a  dagger  through  his  heart  when  his  bastard  brother  found  him  out    .

it’s  not  what     stops     him  however     ,     while  thumb  trail  across  high  cheekbones  in  an  attempt  to  get  some  of  the  blood  away     ,     something  about  the  blood  looking  so  out  of  place     ,     seemingly  forget  that  he     ,     himself      ,     was  coated  in  crimson     .     the  true  monster  beneath  a  boyish  surface  showing  his  true  colors    .          ❛     you  should  probably  leave     .     ❜          hand  fall  to  his  side  before  he  leans  down  to  pick  up  the  gun  she’d  dropped  earlier     ,     head  tilt  to  the  side  while  he  holds  out  the  weapon  to  her     ,     handle  in  her  direction     ,     mouth  in  his     .           ❛     detective     .     ❜          @bruisedpast     CONT   .

[keptsecrets]

ok but 'sweet' or 'lie'

drabble prompts.

four times they lied and one time they told the truth.i.   it isn’t often that you leave so quickly after a hookup  –  and to say you’ve had your fair share would be an understatement, though they were usually with the same people, just multiple times.  what you don’t count on is her waking up as you’re finished tugging on your shirt, hand already on the doorknob to her bedroom.  the look she gives you is hard to read, any expression muted by drowsiness.   ❛ i gotta take care of some stuff, ❜  you hastily explain, giving her one last look before steeling your jaw and walking out.  ii.   it’s your third time in bed together, and while it’s still new and different and exciting, something feels familiar.  maybe it’s the way she’s so domineering, eager to make you bend to her whim and gaze upon her like a man at worship, willing to sully your hands in unquestioned devotion.  it’s something you still recall from your last relationship, a constant power play that ended badly.  when she slips a blindfold over your eyes, you instinctively tense, a torrent of unwelcome memories flooding your thoughts.  it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts, steady your voice.   ❛ hey, uh– don’t you think it’s a little early for this? ❜   you hope she doesn’t think you’re boring. iii.   you’re spending the evening together, driving back to her place after a night out on the town.  it’s taken you long enough to feel comfortable getting dressed up for dinner dates, or even going to a movie.  ( even in the dark, they can see you.  someone can see you. )  she turns the music up when a pop hit comes on, the distinctly female vocals bringing back memories of an afternoon you spent with another girl, hearing her laugh as she danced around and pulled you in to join her.  your train of thought is interrupted as she asks if you like this band.  you hesitate before shaking your head.  ❛ never heard of ‘em. ❜    you still can’t hear their music without feeling a strange sense of longing.iv.   your fears are realized.  you’ve woken with a start in the early hours of the morning, trembling and caked in sweat.  it’s nothing new; when you force yourself to sleep, these terrors haunt you, clawing at your subconscious like a ravenous animal intent on devouring you whole.  you’re not sure if you cried out in the midst of your nightmares, or if your movement as you sat up woke her, but the rustling in the sheets behind you lets you know that she’s awake.  guiltily, you shake your head.   ❛ sorry.  i’m fine.  just a bad dream. ❜   you don’t have the energy to explain how sick you really feel.  v.   she’s still fast asleep, laying next to you and taking it easy on a day off.  sunlight streams through the windows and illuminates the subtle, natural highlights in her hair and bounces off her bare shoulder.  there’s something oddly comforting about seeing her so peaceful, so unusually calm and defenseless.  you can relate, of course.  your entire life revolves around barricades and self-preservation.  you reach out to touch her hair, brush a bit of it back from her face, and smile apologetically when she wakes up.  she drowsily mirrors your smile, and it makes your heart flutter, because for once, she’s unguarded, and even if this state fades once she’s a bit more alert, you’ll remember the feeling.  it’s stuck with you.   ❛ you really are beautiful, y’know that? ❜    you hope that she realizes you mean it.  

[coldgirled-a]

@bruisedpast.

❝   detective   beckett,   ❞   the   name   bounces   off   her   tongue   gleefully.   almost   happy   to   see   her.   no   doubt   she   was   her   favorite   cop   ---   this   one   had   spunk.   ❝   nice   to   see   you   again.   i   hope   you   brought   me   something   good----   maybe   some   food,   i’m   absolutely   deprived.   jail   food   is   appalling,   ever   tasted   it   ?   horrible.   it’s   almost   inhumane.   ❞   she   isn’t   daft;   she   knows   the   real   reason   why   she’s   there.   yet   she’s   been   seen   as   otherwise   for   years.   it   was   an   advantage   to   work   in   her   favor   in   recent   events.   ❝   ------   maybe   some   cosmopolitan   ?   i   could   really   be   updated   on   what’s   in   lately.   seeing   all   the   other   inmates   have   early   decade   hair   is   unacceptable.   a   girl’s   gotta   look   presentable   during   trial.   ❞   just   as   quick   as   she   was   to   be   quirky   suddenly   lost   its   charm.   she   knows   beckett   isn’t   one   for   games.   one   thing   they   have   in   common:   they   like   it   rough.   cuffed   wrists   come   together,   hands   folded   resting   coolly   against   the   steel,   petite   body   leaning   over   exposing   the   coldness   resting   behind   blue   eyes.      ❝   and   don’t   pretend   like   it   won’t   go   there.   we   both   know   how   things   will   go   down,   yes   ?   me,   the   only   suspect,   only   one   not   killed   in   that   senseless   bloodbath,   how   could   this   NOT   go   to   trial   ?   so   let’s   skip   the   part   where   we   care   about   the   other’s   interests   and   ask   the   questions   you   REALLY   want   to   know.   ❞

[funeralarchived-blog]

                            ❛     it’s  not  exactly     new     york     pizza     ,   but  it’s  the  closest  thing  we  got  out  here   .     ❜     @bruisedpast    ♡ ‘ ed  .

[starhazearchive]

❛    you have NO IDEA what you’re getting into .    ❜

@bruisedpast .