#gothdied

[manipulaetive]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃.

@gothdied / i hate my friends album prompts.

the    words    are    surprising    to    hear    ,    though    they    really    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓    𝐁𝐄.    he’s    not    wrong.    but    still    ,    eyes    avoid    his    gaze    ,    mouth    forming    into    a    𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐓.    the    two    of    you    have    been    drinking    ,    not    much    but    enough.    drunken    ramblings    quickly    turned    to    𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    ,    though    you    didn’t    expect    him    to    actually    be    an    insightful    drunk    ,    let    alone    for    him    to    actually    𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋    𝐘𝐎𝐔    𝐎𝐔𝐓    on    something.    you    don’t    know    how    to    respond    ,    ‘cause    𝐘𝐎𝐔    𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇    𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖    he’s    right    but    you    both    know    you    don’t    want    to    𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

it’s    been    strange    ,    trying    to    work    out    how    to    𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄    with    things.    the    thought    of    being    𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋    with    anyone    ever    pretty    much    always    leaves    you    feeling    𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊    ,    but    you    also    know    that    most    guys    are    only    really    interested    in    𝐎𝐍𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.    and    sure    ,    it    could    be    argued    that    just    𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆    them    that    one    thing    only    gave    them    reason    to    𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘    𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄    ,    but    some    part    of    you    was    hanging    on    to    hope    that    one    day    you’d    find    one    that’d    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘    ,    that    you’d    do    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃    and    they’d    somehow    be    there    to    𝐅𝐈𝐗    𝐘𝐎𝐔.    as    if    doing    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄    𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃    would    keep    them    around    ,    would    keep    them    𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐘𝐎𝐔.    of    the    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄    𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄    𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄    ,    so    far    there    hasn’t    been    𝐀    𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄    𝐆𝐔𝐘    like    that.

“    i    𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓    𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖    what    you’re    talking    about.    ”    but    the    words    come    out    so    𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑    and    obvious    ,    even    if    he    𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓    already    know    he    was    right    he’d    be    able    to    𝐒𝐄𝐄    𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓    𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇    𝐘𝐎𝐔.    another    drink    is    taken    ,    going    through    alcohol    faster    than    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑    𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑    at    this    rate.    “    thats    𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓.    ”

[touchfatestm]

hey – stay with me. for erin just kill me

a meme i lost // probably accepting

@gothdied // TW: DEATH, GORE (MILD DESCRIPTION)

Through ragged breaths, she managed to keep her eye on Ian. The other was covered by her hand, pinned together by the nails. She let out a whimper as the pain began to fade, and she knew she wasn’t lasting much longer. That’s what happened, right? That’s what her grandma told her as she was dying. It’s what she read.

“I-Ian...” Her voice was raspy and soft, and she was shaking. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want Ian to watch her die. She was scared, something she would’ve never admitted to anyone. She was scared of death. She felt Ian’s hand grab her free hand and felt a cold chill take over her body. Her vision began to fade. She didn’t want her last sight to be Ian’s horrified face.

I love you...

[judesowndaughter]

| from x |              It’s hard to get Ian---an alleged tough guy---to stay still long enough for her to wipe the blood away.  ❝  Hey!  ❞  Kate exclaims, hand jerking back from Ian’s abrupt departure from the bench. He waves off the injury, all faux bravado in that big jacket. But damp blood staining flimsy kleenex contradicts Ian’s claim. Kate leaves the tissue on the bench in favor of reaching out to the punk’s unoccupied hand. 

      Her grip isn’t slack, tangible tension in her fingers as she gently tugs on him---oversized sleeve included---to sit down.  ❝  Oh, no way are you getting out of this,  ❞  mouth drawn into a hard line, brows furrowed in stern disapproval at his escape attempt.  ❝  Sit down and lean forward, please. If you’re not careful, you could gag on your blood.  ❞

[addicthe]

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄… 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

@gothdied / outer banks prompts.

“    i’m    𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.    ”    voice    is    quiet    ,    strained.    you’ve    been    in    pain    non-stop    since    the    fight    ,    never    a    moment    of    𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.    it    had    been    bad    ,    and    while    you    still    aren’t    willing    to    press    charges    or    admit    to    it    being    𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄    ,    you    have    to    admit    that    he    could’ve    𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃    𝐘𝐎𝐔.    the    throbbing    pain    still    residing    in    your    head    tells    you    that    he    probably     𝐆𝐎𝐓    𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄.    you    don't    think    any    bones    𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄    ,    but    that's    just    luck.    torso    littered    in    𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒    ,    breathing    a    painful    experience.    everything    about    it    had    been    𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘    𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄    ,    and    you    had    no    doubt    the    weeks    it’d    take    to    heal    would    be    𝐍𝐎    𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓.

but    the    worst    part    was    𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘    that    ian    got    hurt.    not    as    bad    as    you    ,    not    even    𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄    ,    but    still    bad.    he’d    tried    to    jump    in    ,    tried    to    𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏    𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓.    it    was    admirable    ,    undoubtedly    ,    but    it    was    also    𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃.    it    hadn’t    taken    much    for    kent    to    knock    ian    𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍    ,    and    if    he’d    had    it    his    way    he    could’ve    taken    it    out    on    ian    𝐅𝐀𝐑    𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄    than    he    did.    but    ,    ever    the    hero    ,    you’d    (    𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘    )    managed    to    force    yourself    to    your    knees    ,    slow    and    𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆    and    in    pain    ,    and    you’d    grabbed    him    with    𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓    𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇    𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄    that    he’d    felt    it    ,    just    enough    for    him    to    𝐋𝐄𝐓    𝐆𝐎    𝐎𝐅    𝐈𝐀𝐍    and    return    to    you.    but    those    seconds    ,    perhaps    even    𝐀    𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄    ,    where    kent    had    been    on    top    of    ian    had    been    𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆.    you    can    see    it    in    his    eyes    ,    hear    it    𝐈𝐍    𝐇𝐈𝐒    𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄.    his    words    aren’t    surprising    ,    you    know    as    well    as    anyone    how    𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆    it    can    be    to    have    kent    attack    ,    but    it    makes    you    𝐒𝐀𝐃.    sad    that    he’d    been    in    that    position    ,    sad    that    he’d    felt    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃    to    jump    in    for    you.    it    was    nice    ,    𝐈𝐓    𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓    𝐀    𝐋𝐎𝐓    ,    but    you    cared    about    ians    safety    𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑    𝐎𝐖𝐍.

one    eye    𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍    𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓    ,    your    other    eye    fluttering    between    being    closed    and    being    forced    to    look    at    the    𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇    white    light    of    the    hospital    room.    everyone    who    visits    has    wanted    you    to    keep    the    eye    𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍    ,    terrified    you’ll    pass    out    and    𝐍𝐎𝐓    𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄    𝐔𝐏.    its    a    valid    concern    ,    really    ,    and    you’re    sure    ian    shares    the    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓    ,    but    at    the    end    of    the    day    you’re    exhausted    and    you’re    𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄.    the    fluorescent    lights    don’t    exactly    make    your    head    hurt    any    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.    hand    gently    ,    𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐘    reaches    out    for    his    ,    but    you’re    not    exactly    strong    and    your    hand    𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘    moves    an    inch    and    if    he    hadn’t    been    watching    your    hand    then    he’d    probably    have    𝐍𝐎    𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀    it    even    moved.    so    instead    you    settle    for    the    weight    of    your    head    falling    𝐀𝐋𝐋    𝐓𝐎    𝐎𝐍𝐄    𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄    ,    head    now    actually    facing    his    direction    ,    suddenly    a    little    easier    to    𝐒𝐄𝐄    𝐇𝐈𝐌.    with    all    the    bruising    you    𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓    wish    you    𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓    see    him.    “    you    …..    you    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓    have    …    gotten    involved.    ”    though,    the    brief    moment    where    kent    was    off    you    had    been    unbelievably    𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃    ,    had    probably    been    enough    to    give    you    some    𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄    ,    to    kick    the    others    into    gear.    even    if    kent    did    end    up    𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊    𝐎𝐍    𝐘𝐎𝐔    a    moment    later.    “    you’re    …    all    𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓    …    ”    though,    coming    from    you    ??    worry    about    ians    bruises    was    almost    𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.    but    you    always    did    have    a    tendency    to    worry    about    𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒    more    than    yourself.    “    should’ve    …    𝐋𝐄𝐓    𝐇𝐈𝐌    …    ”

[addicthe]

@gothdied / lyric starter call / song.

“    it’s    not---    it’s    not    𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄    ,    don’t---    don’t    call    it    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.    ”

[judesowndaughter]

from x     

      ❝  You’re right, there is no equality in that. I guess you could say that the only thing ‘fair’ about death is that we all die at some point.  ❞       The worst part about grieving was the utter lack of certainty. Far from her father’s child, Kate couldn’t abruptly summon a succinct explanation to soothe Ian. And Helen would simply push Kate to toss out phrases about God’s plan or the girls being in a better place. Performative gestures made her skin crawl more than Ian’s pointed question about the nature of death.        She thumbs the aluminum tab, cracking the can of beer open. The metal is warm to the touch, the booze watery and cheap. Kate nevertheless offers the drink to Ian as a token of her friendship.        ❝  Ian, you don’t have to grin and bear it---that can be my job,  ❞  a slight, self-deprecating smile,   ❝  If you want to scream or throw something at a brick wall, I don’t mind. I promise to be there for you.  ❞

[manipulaetive]

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

@gothdied / outer banks prompts.

"    that    𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇    is    gonna    pay    ,    ian.    ”    it’s    probably    not    the    answer    he    was    hoping    for    ,    but    it’s    all    he’s    getting.    too    many    bad    things    have    happened    ,    all    being    easily    traced    back    to    𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐘.    she    was    going    down    ,    there    was    no    doubt    about    that    ,    and    you    intend    to    be    the    one    to    make    it    happen.    after    what    happened    to    trevor    it    was    only    fair    that    𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃    𝐓𝐎𝐎.    and    sure    ,    it    could    be    argued    that    it    isn’t    wendy’s    fault    ,    but    all    the    deaths    since    have    undoubtedly    been    𝐇𝐄𝐑.    she    was    there    for    every    death    ,    had    watched    as    innocent    kids    (    and    frankie    )    had    been    killed.    and    to    think    ,    after    all    that    happened    between    kevin    and    trevor    ,    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍    𝐇𝐄    chose    her    side.    “    𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃    𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑.    she    killed    𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍.    she    is    the    reason    everyone    is    dead    and    she    𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒    𝐓𝐎    𝐃𝐈𝐄    for    that.    ”

[judesowndaughter]

     ❝  Ian!  ❞  she makes a face,  ❝  Give Jackson Pollock some credit, he knew his medium!  ❞       Twisted webs of yellows and reds stretch across the canvas in front of them. Kate breaks her appraisal of the piece to make careful note of the sparsely populated museum. Smartphone is salvaged from her purse, and she discreetly snaps a photo of the painting before a security guard can amble in.  ❝  ...You saw nothing.  ❞  she gently nudges his scrawny body, slipping the phone back into the bag.        ❝  There has to be some artist here that you love,  ❞  arms stretch wide, gesturing to the canvases lining the expansive gallery,  ❝  Something to make this field trip worth your time. And if there isn’t, then I am going to find at least one thing that you will love.  ❞