Feb 19, 2018
@dumbstcr -- LIKED.
He rakes his fingers through her long, bleached hair, and mumbles, “You must forgive me by now. I bought you McDonalds, after all, didn’t I?”
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@dumbstcr -- LIKED.
He rakes his fingers through her long, bleached hair, and mumbles, “You must forgive me by now. I bought you McDonalds, after all, didn’t I?”
@dumbstcr -- STARTER FROM VERUCA.
“No, I’m serious. I was held in captivity as a baby and spoonfed milk my entire life until I was thirteen. Only when I escaped did I learn speech.” Veruca has no problem relaying stories to strangers--but the fact of the matter is that Veruca is telling the story of Genie, the wild child. Not herself. “Isn’t that sad?”
( text. ) What is it? // @dumbstcr
@dumbstcr / sc.
“Have you considered getting a mullet?” He certainly has— for her, not himself. He has too much self-respect and doesn’t like growing his hair past his ears, but she looks like she could pull it off. “Like, full-blown, four-fifths party to one-fifth business, would make Uncle Jesse cry, type of mullet? ‘Cause retro is in. Your fans would love it.”
linda huffs a laugh, a smirk pulling at one corner of her lips. ❛ is it? that’s probably why i’m always single. ❜ she seems entirely unphased by this revelation, shrugging it off with a casual cadence.
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@dumbstcr || starter call song: ‘my junk’ — spring awakening
“I lie back, just driftin’, and ... play out these SCENES,” she muses aloud as she leans back on her palms and swings a leg out casually from their perch. Then, turning to look fully at Eve, she seems to realize how silly a thing this all is to say. But there’s a thrill to being so openly GUSHY. “I ride on the rush — all the hopes, all the... the dreams!”
❝ Do you have to do that in front of me? ❞
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@dumbstcr -- LIKED. (for jonas.)
It’s nighttime and the skylights outside shine soft, making Jonas glow in his sleep, nestled comfortably in his bed, only feet away from the AI that deserves to be anywhere but here.
“Sleep tight forever, motherfucker,” Saint says, and when he raises the ax, the light from the open window plays a glint over the blade.