#winifrd

[shinedied]

happy  one  year  anniversary,  @winifrd !  <3

[shinegone]

​   dear  mom ,  from   @pattyurs​  &  @winifrd

[effigy-blog]

jack   torrance   for   @winifrd      /      sc.

“      you   have   to   know   i   would   do   anything   for   you.      ”       his   fingers   are   tight   about   her   own  ,    resting   in   the   standard   hospital  -  issued   sheets.      because   he’d   put   her   here  ,    whether   under   the   influence   of   the   hotel   or   not.      his   choices   had   led   them   here.       “      please  ,    wendy  ,    please   just      --      let   me   fix   this.      i’ll   do   anything   to   fix   this.      ”

[mortaem-a]

⸸      jack   torrance   for   @winifrd

he   draws   the   handkerchief   from   his   pocket  ,    scrubs   it   across   his   mouth  ,    replaces   it  ,    repeats   the   whole   process   a   few   minutes   later.      he’s   on   edge  ,    restless  ,    danny   asleep   in   the   cot   in   the   corner      --      again   and   again   he   turns   the   idea   of   telling   her   about   his   own   experience   with   the   hedge   animals   over   in   his   mind  ,    puts   it   right   back   to   bed.      seeing   things.      that’s   all   it   had   been  ,    and   that’s   what   had   happened   with   danny   today  ,    too. 

so   where   had   the   injuries   on   the   boy   come   from? 

“      it   was   just   hysterics  ,    wendy.      ”      he   doesn’t   know   if   he   means   to   convince   his   wife  ,    or   himself.       “      probably   fell   and   cut   himself   up   on   the   porch.      just   hysterics.      ”

[nostlgic]

i’m not gonna kill ya.     jack and wendy feat. @winifrd.

[shinearch]

dan  torrance  aes.  028.

[fallenmind]

“𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚊  𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝.“     jack  said  behind  wendy,  as  he  held  onto  a  dust - covered  cardboard  box  that  had  the  years  1954 - 1956  written  on  the  side  of  it  by  a  board,  black - felt  marker.  jack  himself  had  looked  somewhat  ghoulish  in  appearance,  with  the  markings  of  dust  along  the  shoulders  and  sleeves  of  his  plaid,  and  a  stroke  of  dust  along  his  cheek  as  well.     “you  okay?”      @winifrd​

[unbelong-arc]

                   to say he fucked up would be an incredible understatement. jack was convinced their lives were going to change after the hotel. he was going to get paid well, he was going to change his ways — he was going to be a better father and a better husband. none of it perspired. though their lives had changed, they had changed for the worst; and it was all his fault.

jack wants to blame the overlook for everything that happened, and perhaps he can, for most of it. but the building, it fed off of what was already there, that misplaced anger that always led to him hurting wendy and danny. he’s a wreck, standing in front of her. jack swears his hair is falling out, patches missing between graying locks. bags sag under milky eyes, not quite looking into wendy’s own, but just past them. yes, he’s a shell of a man, but he deserves it, after everything he’s put her through. ‘no... no, i...’ he’s said it, already — sorry. he’d say it again and again if it would help, but would it? was wendy already tired of him trying to make things right with an apology?

when he finally does look at her — really looks at her — he knows she doesn’t need him. maybe she never has. ‘i... want to make things right,’ a sob gets stuck in his throat. ‘if i can... can i...?’

you think you can just waltz back in here and pretend everything is okay?     @winifrd​.