#killlercunt

[mysterynerda]

❛    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒   𝐀   𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓   𝐎𝐍𝐄   !    ❜        𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐀   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   mean   to   be   nosy   ,   except   that   .   she   does   .   curious   thing   ,   body   almost   fully   horizontal   over   the   counter   ,   a   book   at   her   elbow   dangerously   close   to   being   knocked   off   .   she   smiles   at   the   woman   by   her   favorite   bookshelf   of   her   shop   .        ❛    agatha   christie   is   a   personal   favorite   !    ❜

*    @killlercunt   ♡ ' 𝐝    𝐟 𝐨 𝐫    𝐚    𝐬 𝐭 𝐚 𝐫 𝐭 𝐞 𝐫    !

[materialwoman]

            ❝    𝐠𝐨𝐝 ,  𝐚𝐦𝐲 ,  𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 !   nick --  i mean ,  my nick is out on the big city ,  so i’d just ...  be alone all day anyway .  ❞    pearls  &  cherry lipstick ,  her smile is the first reception ,  embracing amy’s arrival in all honest excitement .    ❝   you ...  you wanna eat anything ?  i have a bunch of cookies coming right out of the oven for the kids now ,  but they sure won’t mind if we borrow a few .  ❞

﹠ .  ♡ ╶╴ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ,   @killlercunt.

[chosenactions-ar-blog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! ❤️

    THANK  YOU  MY  LOVE  !  !  !

  storm’s 23rd birthday  //  @killlercunt  

[gutspilt]

 coffee   drained,   empty   chalice   is   unceremoniously   placed   upon   the   table   with   an   audible   chink!   ----   too   preoccupied   with   book   adjacent,   spencer   scanned   the   text   meticulously   with   piqued   interest.   he   scarcely   noticed   the   liquid    pooling   beneath   a   cup   without   coaster,   a   perfect   ring-like   mark   scorching   the   surface.   thump,   thump,   thump   strummed   his   heart,   the   only   sound   to   deplete   the   (   comfortable?    )   silence   between   them,  before...   ❛   amy   elliott,   are   you   watching   me?   ❜

@killlercunt​.

[roseguided-a]

         ❝ YOU DID ONE HELL OF A NUMBER ON THAT HUSBAND OF YOURS. ❞  commented the blonde ,  hand grasping for the glass that set on her kitchen island.  (  of course inside it contained blood she’d stored in her fridge. the glass she was drinking out of was  more of a non see through material as not to make her guest uncomfortable━pam might be a bitch , but she isn’t a complete bitch. especially to those FEW humans she actually liked.  )   ;    ❝ i never had the chance to be married before i turned , but it’s quit impressive what you’ve been doing.  what did he do to upset you so much?  ❞   asked pam as brow arched toward amy , hands lacing themselves together && resting against cool marble while leg crosses over the other.   dazzling blues focus intently on the one across from her , ears waiting && at the ready for whatever drama would spill past amy’s lips.  ❝ must’ve been somethin' horrible to make you go to these lengths , not that anyone is complain’ . . i find the whole situation , your side anyway , amusing.  ❞    / @killlercunt   liked this : currently accepting !

[sythegun-aa-blog]

this place is like somebody’s memory of the town, and the memory’s fading.

                                    TRUE DETECTIVE PROMPT  .    / @killlercunt

                               Cigarette  perched  on  lower  lip,  smoke  permeates  air  as  Jackson  doesn’t  react  to  the  words  that  she  had  perviously  offered.  Something  to  be  said  about  honesty  he  supposes,  yet?  It’s  an  obvious  observation  about  the  town  that  had  been  called      ‘HOME’      for  as  long  as  he  can  remember.  There’s  something  malicious  that  hangs  in  the  air,  and  creates  the  very  atmosphere  that  he’s  come  to  loathe.  Pretends  that  he  had  nothing  to  do  with  the  sudden  changes,  that  stench  in  the  air  that  smells  of  nothing  but  rotten  flesh.  

                                   “  We  uh  — ”  PAUSE  as  he  removes  cigarette  and  smoke  is  exhaled  into  the  air,  “  we  pretendin’  that  we’re  some  great  intellectualists  ?  That  there’s  some  deeper  meaning  into  all  the  bullshit  that’s  plagued  this  town  ? ”  SMILE  forms  as  fingertips  flick  ash,  and  a  laugh  threatens,  and  sits  within  chest.  “  It’s  nothin’  but  small  town  politics  ———-  POLITICIANS  who  cover  shit  up,  and  a  police  department  that  LET’S  the  bad  shit  go      …      everyone  can  be  sold  for  a  price.  ”   HE  SHOULD  KNOW.  Sharp  inhale  as  he  shrugs  shoulders,  and  that  laugh  finally  leaves  chest.  “  That’s  all  it  is.”  

[argaentsa-blog]

        𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄. ❝ my close range style needs some work. i keep meaning to take some JIU JITSU CLASSES, but i figure that as long as i can remember that anatomy course from back in high school, ɪ’ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ. ❞

➝ @killlercunt LIKED!

[forgenovia-a]

@killlercunt / liked.

      “Wait—”

            There’s the slightest furrow of his brow, and the even slighter curl of his lips, as he sets his glass on the counter. He catches her name over the din of stale chatter and television (there’s an intersection, he’s come to realize, between the best places to blend in and the worst places to hold a conversation — and New York City dive bars are right in the middle), and the light bulb that goes off is almost palpable. Recognition flickers as the questions nagging at the back of his mind finally quiet.

     Why is she so familiar? Where do I know her from—?

               And he doesn’t know her. Not really.

He’s heard her name dozens of times, seen the books a dozen more, but he doesn’t know her. He knows of her — all thanks to a certain Queen of Genovia. And if Mia knew that he’s meeting her favorite children’s book star in some dingy bar, she’d string together a very “impassioned speech” (the Queen doesn’t go on rants, Nicholas) about what is and isn’t fair, ask for all the details, and remind him that every single one of those books is a classic.

     (She’d probably throw in another impassioned speech if she knew it took him well over fifteen minutes of conversation to figure out why the blonde looked so familiar.)

              “—Amy? As in Amazing Amy?”