#wantslife

[dukecrocker-moved]

                    ❛         𝐡𝐞𝐲  ,    you   don’t   get  seasick   ,   do  you   ?       ❜      @wantslife    liked   for  a   canon  dialogue  starter.  

[cutfoot]

...        hellhole  is  one  word  for  the  darkened  alley        (         these  are  the  places  in  which  he  lingers  now,   a  shadow  -  tainted  man  pressing  his  open  mouth  against  breathing  nights        ).        before  a  response  can  be  formed,   adam  launches  himself  at  him,   gallows  -  fists  and  anger  at  their  reunion       ───────      i  promise,   my  fucking  ass.        if  adam  is  living  anger,   then  lawrence  is  pale  and  calm        (       the  icy  sea  and  the  unkept  furnace        ...        the  bathroom  is  a  hollow  memory  and  he  doesn’t  linger  on  it  much  anymore        ).        how  often  does  adam  keep  himself  awake  over  it?

...        as  if  in  answer,   a  fist  finds  his  jaw.       the  sound  is  loose,   an  echo.        his  teeth  grinds  against  it,   blood  where  tongue  should  be,   as  his  hand  lifts  to  grab  the  other’s  wrist.       his  other  one,   too.        ‘   are  you  done,   adam?   ’        quiet,   measured,   even  while  blood  smears  his  bottom  lip  as  he  speaks.         ‘   is  this  helping  you  at  all?   ’

@wantslife        ...         the demons probably felt at home, ‘cause that place is a hellhole.

[slashre]

SALLY  TOSSES  HER  CAMERA  IN  THE  AIR,    ALL  DEFT  HANDS  AND  THE  SPARKLE  OF  LIGHT  FINGERTIPS.       when  it  lands  back  against  her  palms  with  a  resounding  slap,     she  lets  loose  a  woo  -  hoo  into  the  stale  air   :       something  about  new  jersey  always  seemed  to  stink       (       like  the  whole  place  was  made  of  one  big  inhale,     a  held  breath  caught  in  a  bitter  throat       ).        ‘   i  thought  you  were  gonna  tell  me  how  to  take  cool  photos,   man.      this  is  just  standing  in  a  forest.     which  i  know  how  to  do  very  well      --      years  and  years  of  practice  in  standing  around  already,    thank  you.   ’      she  tosses  the  camera  from  palm  to  palm,      heavier  than  it  looked.        @wantslife

[lovehurried]

“You should get your present!”

@wantslife​​ gets a canon line starter for Adam Day!!

[untestxd]

//  ₳Đ₳₥

                      “ “ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᵍᵒ. ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ                                 ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ...ʲⁱᵍˢᵃʷ ᶜᵃˢᵉˢ.  ⁱ’ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵖᵃᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒ-----”             Had been the words overheard from his hospital bed as a pair of             nurses had walked past his curtain on the ward. Scott’s head had              snapped up so ғᴀsᴛ, he felt a painful tear in his neck muscle. But             that didn’t matter. The whole reason Scott was even in here was              of his morbid obsession with the infamous serial killer.        ɴᴏ             he wasn’t a serial killer. He gave people the ₵ⱧØł₵Ɇ, and these              ‘victims’ ₵ⱧØ₴Ɇ not to take their life into their own hands. These               fuckers who got stolen away to these games all deserved it,               cops, criminals; they were all just as bad as each other.              They all deserved what they got. They were stupid enough to              get caught in the first place. Like.... ᴀᴅᴀᴍ.            ( Ever since the news had gotten out that the guitarist’s best friend              had somehow gotten himself involved in all of this mess, it had              only fuelled this obsession further. Why....him? Why test ʜɪᴍ?              Adam was a nobody, a fucking waste of space, a total pussy.              What made him so sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ as to be chosen by the Jigsaw Killer?              What made him worthy? What  was         sᴄᴏᴛᴛ    missing? )            Lifting himself up out of his hospital bed, he grit his teeth as the              pain beneath fresh bandages stretched with the effort. The axe had            perforated his skin, but hadn’t gotten deep enough to do permanent            damage. His wrists were another matter, those too laced in white             cotton as the wounds did their best to heal. Ducking around, the             young man spent a good while peeking into each window of the             private rooms, checking charts, keeping to the shadows unnoticed            to hunt down this survivor. Get some more information about their            game, learn more about Jigsaw, indulge in some fucked-up shit.           But what Scott wasn’t expecting was to see that name scrawled on            the chart. Adam. Fucking Adam Stanheight. He felt a strange            ambivalence claw at those axe wounds. He felt stomach acid on            his tongue, the colour drain from his face, but all the while excitement           flare in his veins. 

          Without hesitation, he slammed his palm down on the handle of the           door and strut his way inside, making sure to close it behind him.           Wide eyes drink in the form of the man in the hospital bed, seeing            him asleep. He didn’t        ʟᴏᴏᴋ      too fucked up.   Scott made his           way over and flicked the poor man’s face, with all the excitment of           a child trying to rouse their parents on Christmas Day.

                          ❝ Adam. ₳Đ₳₥, wake the fuck up, man.❞                          ᴀ ɢʀɪɴ ,    “You ₥Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ₣Ʉ₵₭ɆⱤ”

@wantslife​                                     

[intuitkiller]

        ❝ mr. stanheight? my name is will graham &&. i’m here to ask you a few questions about your... experience. ❞

@wantslife​ liked for a one liner

[jokemoved2electricbugaloo]

 For this very purpose the visor on Lilac’s carrier is slapped shut. There’s enough ventilation to give the infant comfortable breathing room inside, though her face is now obscured from the public. Werewolf manages to keep the pink leopard print carrier completely still as he advances, silent and swift as the wind kicking his hair off his shoulders. Breakneck reflexes coil his hand around the camera and tear it from the clearly novice photographer’s hands. Joker holds onto it, squeezing till his knuckles blanch and baring teeth in the form of a grin that literally bleeds from ear to ear.

“First day on the job, buddy?!” Joker speaks through his misaligned teeth. The cigarette he’d been smoking has been trampled five times over, though his temper hasn’t gone unnoticed. A number of Gothamites stop and stare, likely prepared to slip their hands to fish out their clown mask or arm themselves with whatever’s nearest to protect their symbol and martyr. “Let me give you a tip —“ Lilac begins to fuss from inside the bucket hooked around Joker’s arm. He bounces her once, then glances inside to ensure she isn’t having trouble breathing. “I catch you snapping my infant’s face one more time, you eat your film.”

☻ @wantslife​​ ​⋆˚✩ | STARTER CALL

[exsocialite-a]

“    people    love    extreme    vanity    .    and    they    love    puppies    ,    so    you    have    to    give    them    at    least    one    of    the    two    .    ”    /    @wantslife​