#darksighted

[fearled]

Monster Factory sentence starters

❛ hey, lemme borrow your dick for a second. ❜

❛ we can try, but i don’t think– let’s try it. ❜

❛ what’s in there?  it’s not a soul. ❜

❛ whether or not cats have souls is debatable. ❜

❛ this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. ❜

❛ what even in the world do you think you’re doing?! ❜

❛ oh, thank god.  it feels so right. ❜

❛ cry mercy, old man! ❜

❛ mmm, yeah.  i’m ready for a slice of that beefcake. ❜

❛ i’m into it. ❜

❛ oh my god.  what is this? ❜

❛ i don’t like anything about this person. ❜

❛ it looks like you took your face into the shop and they gave you a rental face. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna be doing this, actually. ❜

❛ my body’s never gonna look like that, is it? ❜

❛ i have no master, i have no god.  there is only the succ. ❜

❛ what am i supposed to do about that?!  tell me what to do! ❜

❛ let’s see how my sweet daddy enjoys this. ❜

❛ oh my god, no.  why would you do that? ❜

❛ i’m just floating in a pool of fucking ecstasy right now. ❜

❛ hey, bud?  hey, dude?  are you okay right now? ❜

❛ move your giant pizza ass! ❜

❛ ____, we’ve talked about this.  when daddy’s doing his work, you can’t set off the party alarm, okay? ❜

❛ i think dogs should be able to vote. ❜

❛ anybody got any song requests?  i can only play _____ ... but i could start it over, if you want. ❜

❛ i’m calling the police now. ❜

❛ pizza crime is eternal. ❜

❛ i mean, think about it.  they’re both dogs.  why did Pluto get the short end of the stick? ❜

❛ pobody’s nerfect. ❜

❛ ahh, that fresh, haunted air. ❜

❛ my sweet boy / girl.  let me show you the world. ❜

[onlyjokesherebro]

“This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen.”

tangled meme || accepting

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  A nod, a shuddering breath, inhale to steady and centre.   “It’s fine.”   It really isn’t, not when he’s still shaking, hands all a-quiver; white-knuckles against the edge of the table to keep them still.

  Chair legs scrape-screech against the worn wood as he shoves it back, and drops by Lorraine’s side; he owes her an apology, but the words stick like caramel in his throat. He knows he should apologise for asking her to find him when... after it all happened. God, you can’t even name it.

  But he heard of it, contact, and was curious. The Chris from Before would roll his eyes so hard they’d fall into the back of his head. But if that happened on the mountain, then what else was there? He was curious. Still is. Still wants to make contact, despite what tonight’s shown.

  “... I’m sorry, I  --  I just wanted to see if he...”   A wet, sickly coil weighs heavily in his belly.   “... D’you think we should stop?”