#intcable

[vinylwords]

@intcable​​ sent:   “ who was your first? ”  /  poetry starters, accepting

it takes him a couple of seconds to process the words, his eyes blinking rapidly. finally after a couple of seconds his lips part, a brow slowly arching as his eyes fully set on her. “ i’m... i’m sorry. WHAT? ”

[shoreearchive]

@intcable​​​ // s.c.

                  eyes are narrowed in concentration, and jake’s arms fold across his chest in signature fashion as he swivels in his chair. ❛ so -- lemme get this straight, ❜ he starts, leaning forward carefully ( he’s fallen one too many times, and he cannot afford to be laughed at right now ). ❛ you saw some dudes trying to rob a corner store, and you just... took ‘em all down? ❜ there’s a huff of laughter as he nods, impressed. ❛ not many civilians would do something like that. you’re like, a modern day superhero. ❜

[quismetarc]

@intcable​

RULE   NUMBER   ONE:   NEVER   LET   THE   BODY   ROT.   Every   inhale   poisons   my   lungs,   and   it   takes   more   effort   than   the   dead   girl   is   worth   to   hold   back   the   nausea.   With   the   dirty   work   out   of   the   way,   I   had   high   hopes   for   Joe’s   ability   to   sweep   it   under   the   rug.   Could   do   at   least   that   much   when   I’ve   taken   the   moral   burden   off   his   shoulders.   But   then   came   hurricane   Forty   to   wreak   havoc   on   my   plans.   After   a   night   of   god   knows   what   was   put   in   his   drink,   it’s   safe   to   say   he’s   been   through   enough.   To   top   it   off,   it’s   not   every   day   that   you   find   out   your   girlfriend   is   willing   to   commit   crime   for   you.   Not   your   usual   Wednesday.   In   this   day   and   age,   unconditional   love   is   just   a   catch   phrase   people   use   to   validate   their   instagram   relationships.   It   means   nothing   unless   put   to   the   test.   You   see,   Joe,   our   love   has   no   limits.   

It’s   why   my   knees   are   soaked   to   the   bone   with   the   remainder   of   blood   that   has   yet   to   dry.   Do   you   see   what   I   do   for   you   ?   Wet   hand   prints   are   left   on   my   jeans,   and   I   can’t   help   but   grind   my   teeth   at   the   reminder   of   the   crime   scene   sprawled   out   before   us.   ❝   So   ?   ❞   It   comes   out   harsher   than   intended,   but   that’s   no   surprise   with   the   precarious   situation   we’ve   put   ourselves   in.   Any   other   girl,   any   girl   right   in   their   mind,   would   do   everything   it   takes   to   make   it   right.   Sweet   talk   the   one-of-a-kind   boyfriend   back   into   her   arms.   I’m   not   like   the   other   girls,   and   he’s   more   aware   of   that   than   he’s   ever   been   before.   I   don’t   particularly   believe   in   babying.   You   know   I   mean   no   harm,   Joe,   I’m   desperate   for   you   to   see   that.   So   pathetically   desperate   that   I   pay   no   mind   to   the   stains   on   denim   and   instead   prop   my   hands   on   my   hips   to   stare   down   at   the   dark   haired   apartment   manager.   

❝   I   can   call   someone,   you   know.   ❞   I   realize   I   haven’t   looked   at   him   this   entire   time   when   my   eyes   lock   on   those   pools   of   chocolate   brown.   For   a   moment,   the   world   around   me   melts   away.   ❝   All   of   this,   I   can   make   it   go   away.   ❞   Only   if   you   let   me.   It   sits   like   a   deal   written   between   the   lines.   Involving   me   means   you   trust   me   again,   Joe.   It   means   you’re   willing   to   insert   me   back   in   your   life   so   I   can   take   care   of   it   for   you.   Where   would   you   be   without   me   ?   Probably   stuck   digging   a   hole   through   plexiglass   in   a   poor   attempt   at   a   burial.   ❝   So   ?   ❞   Your   move,   Joe.

[haunther]

@intcable​​​​​ sent : [ text ] –– you’ve been gone for so long you think this is your real life. (from micahhhh!) / wtnv texts , accepting .

[ text — to: grandpa m ] hey, m ? i love you, but i could do without the talk. [ text — to: grandpa m ] i’m fine. i’m great, actually. and this IS my real life. with all the shit it entails. [ text — to: grandpa m ] i’m not asking you to help or anything. i’m not asking anyone for help, actually. [ text — to: grandpa m ] i’m just great on my own.

[meddled-a]

@intcable​​   //     s.c.

         morticia looked over at wednesday. “ are you feeling all right ? ” she asked, taking a step nearer her. she had always found it easy to tell when her children were preoccupied with something, as their behaviors seemed to change. sometimes it was something small, but often times it was quite obvious to her. “ i don’t think i’ve seen you guillotine anything since last thursday. ” she added, a small tsk as she stepped closer. 

[wxrldkillerarchive]

@intcable​   (   as   wanda   )   said   :   the   ferry   about   to   take   off   in   the   middle   of   the   night .   [   altered   reality   starters   :   closed !   ]

               where   …   are   you   ,   david ?                at   the   end   of   a   dock   ,   legs   crossed   with   hands   resting   on   knees .   the   sounds   of   leaves   whispering   amongst   the   light   breeze   fall   into   the   background .   white   noise .   beams   of   warm   sun   pry   their   way   between   branches   ,   landing   on   his   focused   expression .   a   solitary   activity   ,   a   meditative   reprieve .   his   breathing   is   shallow   ,   quiet   ,   almost   nonexistent .   this   is   where   his   body   is .                david   is   someplace   dark   ,   lonely .   stricken   with   grief .    it’s   a   ghost   town   built   from   tears   and   inhabited   by   memories   rather   forgotten .   but   they   aren’t   his .   in   the   distance   ,   a   light .   he   perks   up   ,   tilting   his   head   curiously   at   the   sight .   cautious   steps   bring   him   closer   to   the   light .   it’s   …   a   boat ?   (   sure   ,   okay   ,   fine .   a   boat   in   the   middle   of   nowhere .   )   curious   ,      he   approaches   ,   blue   hues   searching .   “   hello   ?   is   someone   there ?   ”

[wxrldkillerarchive]

@intcable​​   (   as   jett   )   said   :    “   if   we   get   lost   ,   we   get   lost   together .   ”   [   legion   2.01   starters   :   always   accepting !   ]

               “   uhh   …   thanks   ,   i   guess .   ”   he   stutters   ,   brows   furrowing   as   he   lingers   on   the   other   words .   “   i   mean   it .   ”   he   reiterates   now .   “   you   didn’t   …   i   -   i   know   i’m   not   the   easiest   guy   to   get   along   with   ,   and   trying   to   adjust   after   clockworks   …   ”   his   voice   fades   ,   lips   pursing .   “   so   ,   thank   you .   really .   ”

[wiltdd]

TYPHOON STARTERS | accepting .

@intcable​ ( jet ) said :  ‘ you’d better hurry . ’

less than three months. she’s been back less than a whole season —— that’s early, that’s FAR too early to be thrown right back into the hungry jaws of the money-making beast. isn’t it ? it FEELS to early. perhaps she’s shrinking back to a baby, frightened by the world, how big and blinding and loud it can get. so when jet speaks it’s not a woman that receives his words but a little girl, sinking in her jair, coiled up as if trying to make herself unseen —— akin to a pillow, harmless and INVISIBLE. “ can’t you go on your own ? i’ll pay you. ” big-eyed, pleading : perhaps taking advantage, just a little, of the unspoken loyalty that comes with friendship. thing is, it’s not the crowd itself that terrifies her. it’s the QUESTIONS, first and foremost, and the familiar faces a close second —— and sure, yeah, events like this mostly mean RICH PEOPLE FOOD and BOOZE. but is it worth it, really ? wouldn’t it be better to stretch a loose pair of pajamas, dig into a book, or a tub of ice cream, or anything, anything — anything other than that ? “ jet, please ”. she sits up straight here, as if that will give her more authority. “ nobody will care if we just DON’T go. we could watch a movie. we could play mario kart —— we could do ANYTHING, just don’t make me go. ”