#castlewrote

[jasonbrennerold]

"     turn     around     ,     march     that     butt     back     up     those     stairs     and     get     a     pair     of     pants     on.     now     !     "

random     asks     :     always     accepting     :     @castlewrote

he’s  just  staring .      just  stands  there  and  stares .      eyebrow  raises  ,  but  that’s  about  as  much  as  he  moves  for  a  minute .      chin  soon  raises  ,  arms  cross  over  his  chest .      this  is  apparently  the  hill  he’s  gonna  die  on .      ❝  —  no .  ❞

[shinearch]

dan  torrance  aes.  011.  with  @castlewrote    

[patricaurismoved]

all of patty’s relationships consist of original characters and I love that?? for her??

[intelwon]

                𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘                    @castlewrote​ said :  “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.”

     𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂? Seems like an eternity. How many nights when Jimmy fell asleep against his shoulder in his dorm while they studied did he think of caressing his cheek? Pushing the hair out of his eyes, tracing the contours of his jaw? Let him know that the feelings that stirred inside him were too much to bear sometimes. Everything came rushing back as he lies beside him, curled in the sheets of his bed just big enough for them both.

     Bill wants to care for him, show him the love he deserves. Show him the love he should have had from the start before that asshole took away any semblance of worth Jimmy might have had. Oh, how his blood boils. Bill would have beat the other bloody had Jimmy not stopped him from leaving. Either way, he’s here now and all Bill wants to do is make sure he’s okay, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑. 

     Fingers rest against the side of Jimmy’s face, thumb stroking against his cheek gently. What better moment than now? Show him he’s the better man, that the other can go fuck himself. At the same time, there’s a nagging feeling in the back of his head reminding him how fragile the other may be. Now isn’t the time to be  S E L F I S H... 

             ❝ I can’t... ❞

     The words taste bitter in his mouth, tongue washing over his lips to wet them. Gaze averts and he can’t bring himself to look him in the eye. He’s never openly come out, despite how close the two have been. Any feelings he’s held have been too far repressed. The idea that something could go wrong between them if he did kiss them weighs Bill down. He can’t lose Jimmy. What if down the line, he learns just how fucked up Bill can be? There are secrets locked away even he can’t access, but they’re there. He can feel them. 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.

                                            ❝ I’m so sorry, Jimmy... ❞

[beforehistime-a]

     thomas  was  forty  when  his  fiancé  disappeared.  he  can’t  tell  you  what  happened  the  day  he  found  out  jimmy  died,  or  how  broken  he  might  have  been  at  his  funeral  -  the  writer  suppressed  that,  much  like  he  did  brandon. but  tom  couldn’t  tell  you  that .  his  name,  or  what  he  looked  like.  he  only  remembers  there  was  a  boy,  a  distant  memory.  jimmy  became  the  same  only  less. he  was  just  gone.  &  thomas  carried  on  the  loner  he  always  ways. 

     when  he  was  forty-three  his  neighbour  called  the  police  on  him.  he  told  the  police  tom  had  been  outside  screaming  for  the  better  of  an  hour.  it  took  a  few  weeks  &  many  tests  but  the  doctors  ruled  late  onset  schizophrenia.

     he  didn’t  take  his  pills.  he  threw  them  away.  his  delusions  gave  him  the  best  stories.  &  as  a  writer  it  was  the  best  thing  he  could  do.  tom  wasn’t  hurting  anyone.  then  one  day  jimmy  came  back.  jimmy.  oh  thats  right !  jimmy,  jimmy  was  his?  boyfriend  yeah  thats  right.  jimmy  had  to  go  away  for  awhile.  but  he  came  back !  he  always  came  back.  tom  cries  to  him  all  night  saying  how  sorry  he  is  for  forgetting  him.

     of  course  no  one  believes  him.  jimmy  is  long  dead  they  say.  they  think  he’s  crazy.  tom  brooks  has  gone  mad.  a  nurse  has  to  show  up  to  remind  him  to  medicate,  but  the  writer  is  quite  adept  at  fooling  everyone.  storing  the  pills  &  then  spitting  them  out.  not  to  keep  jimmy  there-  because  jimmy  is  real !!  the  most  real  thing  he  knows.  but  there  are  stories  to  write.  

     ❝  i’m  not  crazy  ❞  he  sputters  over  the  sink.    ❝  you’re   here.  you’re  the  most  real  thing  here.  i  know  what’s  fiction  and  what’s  not.  why  can’t  they  just  understand  that !  ❞  tom  turns  around  &  grips  the  sink  with  his  hands.     ❝  maybe  i  am  technically crazy.  thats  what  the  doctors  say  you  know.  that  i  see  things.  but -  thats  not  you.  you  would  never  leave  me.  you  always  come  back.  you  always  come  back.  you’re  not  dead.   you  can’t  be ❞

@castlewrote​  gets  some  pain. 

[shinearch]

     it  had  been  a  struggle  not  to  let  liam  know.  ever  watchful,  ever  knowing.  oh,  dan’s  been  having  a  time  guarding  against  him.  there’s  nothing  for  it  now  he’s  too  young, and  he  doesn’t  mean  it.  only  four,  he  didn’t  expect  much.  luckily  dropping  him  with  his  coworkers  was  normal,  they  adored  the  boy  and  he  brought  a  smile  to  many  of  the  residents. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭  𝘣𝘦  𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬,  𝘰𝘬  𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮  𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢  𝘨𝘰  𝘴𝘦𝘦  𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.  he’d  said  to  him,  causing  him  to  look  confused,  as  if  asking  why  he  couldn’t  see  him  too.  and  a  small  lie.  going  to  see  him  yes,  but  he  wouldn’t  be  coming  home  at  least  not  tonight.  you’re  his  emergency  contact,  dan  torrance ?   yes  he’d  said,  well,  he’s  been  shot.  they  had  told  him  he  should  be  fine,  that  he’s  stable  but  dan  didn’t  care.  only  to  see,  to  get  there.  what  the  fuck  had  he  got  himself  into ?  not  even  half  an  hour  later  he’s  sitting  beside  the  bed,  soft  beeping  echoes  in  the  room.  his  leg  is  raised,  casted  --  shit.  shot.  “  what  the  hell  happened ? ”  / @castlewrote​

[shinearch]

@castlewrote​  said:  “ I’ve  had  nightmares  all  my  life,  but  they’ve  been  really  bad  recently. ”

      the  night  was  like  a  detached  jaw  before  them.  expansive,  swallowing.  crickets  were  having  their  fun,  singing  the  darkness  away  as  smoke  billows  between  the  two  men.  settled  would  be  a  good  word  for  them  now.  firmly  joined  but  still,  old  devils  linger.  he  hadn’t  been  able  to  sleep  either,  not  for  a  day.  or  two ?  but  once  again  when  he’d  managed  to  lay  down  beside  the  man  he  drifted  for  an  hour,  before  he  was  startlingly  awake,  again.  so  when  the  back  porch  door  had  opened,  he  welcomed  the  company.  

“  might  be  trying  to  tell  you  something. ”  he  says  between  drags  of  the  cigarette.  mine  do,  he  neglects  to  say.

[jasonbrennerold]

“     how     long     have     you     been     having     these     nightmares     ?     ”

nightmare     starters     :     accepting     :     @castlewrote

not  easy  to  answer .      he  can’t  remember  a  time  without  nightmares  ,  can’t  remember  a  time  where  sleep  was  something  he  enjoyed .      brows  furrow  as  he  attempts  to  go  back  in  his  mind  ,  pick  apart  his  memories  to  find  where  this  started .      but  it’s  too  far  back .      he  only  has  a  few  years  worth  of  solid  memories  ,  anything  older  than  that  fades  into  a  haze  of  things  his  body  had  deemed  unnecessary  to  survival .      nightmares  ,  it  seemed  ,  had  plagued  jason  far  longer  than  even  he  could  ever  know .      gentle  shrug  is  given  ,  brows  remaining  lightly  furrowed  as  he  answers .      ❝  always .  ❞    short  ,  to  the  point .      there’s  little  sadness  in  the  word  ,  though .      it’s  spoken  with  acceptance  ,  as  if  that  was  how  it  was  for  everyone .