#ragefelt

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WESTWORLD  PROMPTS                @ragefelt​ “ I’m not feeling quite myself. ”

music  follows  her  around  every  room.  even  the  garden  sings,  when  she  kneels  onto  soft  earth.  playing  for  her,   filling  silence  with  something  sweet.   when  it  is  quiet,   open  windows  allow  birds  to  lilt  their  songs.    when  night  settles,   they  are  replaced  with  old  vinyls.   this  night  is  no  different.   a  pot  with  boiling  water  adds  to  the  ambiance  of  her  nature.  and  she  pours  a  glass  of  wine.

when  he  says  this,   she  isn’t  surprised.   he  had  been  distant.  staying  closer  to  outer  walls.  his  back  to  her  at  night.    she  didn’t  pry,  if  she  could  help  it.   sitting  on  the  arm  of  his  chair,   she  drapes  an  arm  along  his  shoulders.  fingers  pecking  at  loose  strands  of  hair  to  delicately  tuck  them  back  behind  his  ear.     ❛   are  you  okay ?   ❜  she  asks  first,   face  twitching  with  muted  concern.     ❛   you  know ,     you  can  talk  to  me  about  anything.     or  ---  nothing . . . . .      whatever  helps.   ❜ 

accepting   ,

[pastrepentance]

@ragefelt​ + sc.                    ft. @queencfwolves​ for reasons

                    𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃  𝐌𝐄  .  the  last  words  jax  had  spoken  to  juice  before  he  took  off  ,  in  search  of  gemma  ;  staying  in  hiding  in  wendy’s  abandoned  apartment  for  DAYS  until  chibs  called  ,  said  jax  wanted  to  meet  on  the  highway  ,  &  now  juice  is  wondering  if  maybe  ,  just  MAYBE  he’s  being  given  another  chance  after  all  .  back  feels  BARE  without  his  kutte  ,  a  grim  reminder  of  his  SINS  ;  but  seeing  it  clutched  tightly  in  jax’s  fist  gives  him  HOPE  .             (  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐖𝐇𝐎  𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  ?  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐀  𝐑𝐀𝐓  ,  𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐀  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ,  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  ---------  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐌  .  )                     leather  -  clad  hands  are  clenched  tight  as  he  approaches  the  club  ,  heart  pounding  hard  in  his  chest  &  he  briefly  regrets  not  telling  erica  where  he  was  going  ;  if  they  SHOT  HIM  DOWN  right  here  ,  buried  him  in  a  SHALLOW  GRAVE  ,  would  they  tell  her  or  leave  her  wondering  when  he  was  coming  home  ?  would  they  give  her  back  the  reaper  rings  that  she’d  given  him  so  many  years  ago  or  bury  them  with  his  body  ?  would  they  tell  her  the  TRUTH  or  soften  the  blow  with  some  bullshit  like  they  did  for  lowell  ?                       thoughts  RACING  ,  as  he  stares  DEATH  in  the  face  ;  who  would’ve  known  that  MR  .  MAYHEM  had  such  blue  eyes  ?  he  wasn’t  walking  away  alive  ,  there  was  no  way  JAX  FUCKING  TELLER  would  have  an  ounce  of  MERCY  for  a  rat  .  brown  eyes  fill  with  tears  before  words  are  even  spoken  ,  as  they  finally  come  to  a  stop  ,  toe  to  toe  .  chin  up  ,  back  straight  ,  shoulders  SQUARED  ,  because  he  at  least  wanted  to  go  out  with  some  kind  of  dignity  .  ❛  𝐝𝐨  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚  𝐝𝐨  .  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚  𝐢  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫  .  ❜  a  SIMPLE  last  request  ,  one  he  hopes  they  would  honor  ;  but  then  again  ,  they  don’t  owe  him  a  goddamn  thing  . 

[flahmngo]

                        ‘   didn’t you buy me a pizza   that one time   ?   ‘   they weren’t really    friends   ,    but brandi could   recognize    him in a line up of     one hundred men  .   you never    forget    someone who gets you    pizza    when you’re    pregnant---   it’s one of the most    charitable   acts there is  (  atleast in her book  .   )   she recalls exchanging bits of their    pasts  ,   and in a way  ,   the interaction always    stuck   with her   .   it was  something    mysterious  ,    but   kind   ,    and ever-so    meaningful  .   ‘  here’s my   boy  ,  ‘   she reveals her   newborn   in a   pastel blue   baby sling---  he was asleep   ,   grey-blue eyes closed  ,   dreaming   peacefully  .  thankfully  ,   he slept like a    rock  .  he got that from brandi  .  skip jr.  , named after brandi’s    late husband  ,    was ironically the   most    like brandi out of any of her    children  .    ‘  last time i saw you  ,   i was still    pregnant  .  he    looks    just like me  ,  doesn’t he  ?   ‘  the small   tuft   of hair he had was a    deep black   ,   dissimilar to all the   blonde   sons brandi’s sprouted in the past  .   ‘  i’m just out runnin’ some errands  ,   but you never forget somebody who buys you a pizza  .  ‘  /  @ragefelt​

[noprodigalson]

@ragefelt​

with the wind blowing, it took the hunter a few tries to properly light his cigarette as we waited against the door of his impala parked outside of a cheap diner. there was a weary sigh, breath laced with the slightest tinges of smoke, as dean rested his weight against the study frame of his car. it was nice to finally take a break from all the driving he’s done –– -  don’t get him wrong, the car was his home, his life wrapped in a steel frame, but sitting in one confined space for hours could take its toll –– -  even if it was just for a few minutes. 

dean was sure that his presence wasn’t going to be taken lightly ( it never was, with his job ) given his sudden appearance, but a job was a job, no matter where it took the hunter. he had a least given a heads up before appearing in the man’s territory. 

after two burnt out butt’s resting on the pavement, dean finally sees his target arrive, lit by the neon lights illuminating the parking lot. “ any chance you’ll believe this is just a social call to see a pretty face ?  ”

[careol-arc]

@ragefelt​

carol couldn’t help but start to worry about opie.  the death of a loved one was always hard.  losing sophia had crushed her, but she imagines losing a spouse was a different kind of pain.  when ed died, she hadn’t cared at all.  now look at her, with the man who pulled the trigger.  but opie...  he had kids to worry about.  and right now, with his mind so full of grief, he wasn’t looking after them.  his mother, she wasn’t good enough to handle watching them as far as carol was concerned.  not that she really wanted to pry into their business, but mary hadn’t exactly been around before.

opie needed to step up for his kids.  needed to be there, they needed him.  had to be hard enough losing their mom, the poor things didn’t deserve to lose their father to grief.  there was only one person in carol’s mind who might actually be able to get through to him.  that’s why she was here now.  ❝ jax...  ope is struggling hard.  he has every right to be upset, but it’s starting to affect the kids.  i’m worried about them, and about opie. ❞

[girlsouth]

@ragefelt   said   : ❛  i  am  being  perfectly  fucking  civil  .  ❜

           missed  calls.   a  voicemail,   maybe  two.  a  series  of  texts,   each  one  more  impatient  then  the  next.   the  other  night  she  parked  her  car  in  the  bushes  in  front  of  his  house.   high  on  a  feeling  of  utter  hopelessness.   before  that,  weeks  ago,   she’d  fallen  asleep  on  late  night  lonely  highways.   𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑,   𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉,   the  airbag  could’ve  snapped  her  neck.   𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩  𝑖𝑡  𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒  𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑  𝘩𝑒𝑟  𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘.   cold  hands  wrap  around  her  neck,   she  squeezes  gently  and  pretends  to  listen.   she  stops  listening  after  a  certain  level  of  volume.   incessant  rambling  of  someone  who  thinks  they  care  about  someone  but  they’re  just  attached  to  a  feeling  of     𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈,    𝒐𝒇  𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚.   she  starts  to  wonder  if  they,   if  he,   really  cares  at  all.   or  if  he’s  just  comfortable  in  the  chaos.  in  her  wake.  if  he  just  ----   likes  to    𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆  something,   they  both  eat  each  other  up.  and  each  time  the  best  part  is  the  making  up.   tangled  in  limbs,   tongues,   lips.  she  gave  into  that  painful  feeling  of  love  but  now  ----   now  he  was  demanding  answers  to  questions  he’s  asked  countless  of  times.   at  first  with  a  cautious  smile.   now  with  𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎.   he  was  clawing  through  holes  in  walls  she  so  desperately  tried  to  patch.  but  the  paint  was  wrong.   a  shade  slightly  off.   pale,  cold,   white.   easily  seen,   𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐩𝐮𝐭  𝐚  𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.   

           ❛  𝐧𝐨,   𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒  𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡.     𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒  𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑎𝑡  𝑚𝑒  -----   𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒  𝑒𝑥𝘩𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. ❜  

the  rite  sentence  starter  —-   accepting .

[lonesighta]

          ❛     MAYBE IT JUST DON’T NEED’A BE SAID, EVER THINK OF THAT?    ❜    a pointed look is cast over to him, the fading lantern strapped to his mare’s side is the only thing that provides light in the looming evening.    pokes his boot against the ground, gaze astray after considering him for quite some time.    ❛     maybe . . . maybe silence is okay.    ❜

@ragefelt / canon dialogue !

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