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[dxsole]

@cocainumking​ | For our dear country boy,,,a mister john cole

“You do not have to continue creeping about in the shadows.” She murmurs from over her shoulder. “You can be as quiet as you like but you cannot wash off your scent.” Leather. Suede. Steel. Sweat. Death. 

[mcneyhoney]

@cocainumking​

   " no, of course i am  very   impressed, darling. you were only about five feet short of a ten foot jump that time. “

[consultingsister-aa]

starter call for: @cocainumking​ + jimmy  verse: main verse 

He had a house key; it felt so domestic. So he didn’t come back to her everyday, dinner was never on the table (unless you counted take out boxes she hasn’t cleared away yet) and two out of ten times he did show it, it was past 1am and he had blood on him but it still felt nice.

Not today though. The key in the lock makes her feel sick, standing in her hall, shaking like a leaf. She never really got that phrase until now; she’s ready to drop. Surely he can tell from her face, surely he knows. Men, they’re so god damn oblivious. Celia can only mouth at him, get out. Get out, go. Her eyes shine with tears and there is a small blue bruise forming on her high cheekbones, only just noticeable in the dim light. Her long front hall, with large arches on either side leading to rooms, stretches out behind her too. It’s a terrible place to get caught. 

As Jimmy steps towards her, she raises a hand, shakes her head, but it’s too late. A man, twice the size of Celia steps out of the shadows behind her. She flinches as the gun is pressed against the back of her head. She knows he isn’t the only one in the house; how can she get that to Jimmy? Don’t lose it, he has back up. “I’m sorry,” Cee’s voice breaks and the movement is enough to let tears fall. “I am so sorry.” 

[hcartsleeved]

@cocainumking​

                              ‘    oh hell no , jimmy    ---   ’    she had gotten the text    “ 911 ″    &   some shifty instruction on where to meet him behind an old bowling alley . she pulled up and saw his dumb ass folded over a trash can , throwing back a bottle of gin .    ‘ what is this ? ‘    she pointed to his bleeding shoulder , an obvious gun shot wound .    ‘ you’re not getting in my car , i just got it detailed --- ’    she motions for him to sit on few crates .    ‘ oh ew --- what the fuck jimmy --- it’s oozing --- ’    she placed her sleeve over her mouth .    ‘ i got’a call an ambulance . ’

[stfredsa]

“ wasn’t a fighter ‘til somebody told me i’d better learn to lean into the punch. ” —— lopsided smirk on her lips doesn’t match the weight in her words —— more credit to the actress, perhaps: how nonchalantly she disguises her misery, and how openly she lets it spill out of her. ———— @cocainumking​ ( ft. boy.genius, stay down ).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋    /  not accepting.

[mvstangsally]

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎—𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎—𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷   //   the Neighbourhood @cocainumking

[stfreds-arc]

@cocainumking​​ sent 🎁 for a spotif.y wrapped starter , accepting !

“ i’m not a criminal ”. a stern blade of words, it marks a line: she’s not the place she’s come from. she’s not the blood she comes from. but it won’t hide it, she knows — the dirt she feels on her face, as plain as day for him and the likes of him to see. freddie bites her lips, turns away, and if she could she’d hide from herself. “... but i’ve played a guilty part ”.

▷ feat. typhoon / dreams of cannibalism.

[fertilitasetmortem]

@cocainumking​

“were you hiding from me?”