A. HORNE. ⁽ᵃᵖ⁾

independent, private & selective audrey horne of twin peaks. canon divergent. written by zoë, she/they, 23.

[talkingsainthood-blog]

hums, so, i know i haven’t been here

i’d like to be? i really would? but my muse has all but dissipated with the explanation about what happened to audrey between old and new peaks, so

i might do a rewatch some time and try to come back but for the foreseeable you can find me here mostly

[nygma-h-blog]

american psycho the musical sentence memes pt. 1

‘ no cologne on the face ever because the high alcohol content dries out your skin, makes you look … older. ‘

‘ & some things have changed. ‘

‘ come on baby sell it out ‘

‘ you’re my next distraction. ‘

‘ she’s russian, not chinese, which is okay, it’s not great but … ‘

‘ the scene where johnny depp’s blood geysers from the bed? the best. ’

‘ can i get a thousand dollars in crisp fifty dollar bills? my gazelle skin wallet is feeling kind of light this a.m. ‘

‘ i want it all. ‘

‘ everybody wants to rule the world. ‘

‘ late … for you. ‘

‘ just say no. ‘

‘  no, got it. ‘

‘ don’t wear that outfit again. ‘

‘ don’t look at me like i’m insane. ‘

‘ you’re not insane … i am. ‘

‘ i have a question for g.q. if all of your friends are morons is it a felony & misdemeanor or an act of mercy if you blow their fucking heads off with a .38 magnum? ‘

‘ i think that’s a valid question. ‘

‘ did any of you assholes read the paper? ‘

‘ i finally get her to agree to give me a blowjob, but get this, she keeps her glove on. ‘

‘ oh baby, baby, you’re such a card. ‘

‘ you make it look oh so easy when i know it’s fucking hard. ‘

‘ the impression that you make is always in your hand. ‘

‘ what is he smoking? ‘

‘ i showed him my fucking card! ‘

‘ you are what you wear. ‘

‘ get a job & a hair cut. ‘

‘ it’s your favorite, darling, red velvet.’

‘ blow out the candles! ‘

‘ i wish to fit in. ‘

‘ you are banished. ‘

‘ we need to do some bolivian marching powder, like, now. ‘

‘ the world is going insane & we are becoming attuned to the insanity. ‘

‘ goodbye all you cunts, i’m done with these places. i’m tired of all your hideous faces. everyone of you fools is a stupid fuck. good luck. ‘

‘ i can feel it coming in the air tonight. ‘

‘ you can wipe off that grin, i know where you’ve been, it’s all be a pack of lies. ‘

‘ we don’t have anything in common. ‘

‘ i like a hardbody. ‘

‘ what’s that one with the little homelss girl on the poster? ‘

‘ is it my muscles that excite you or the heft of my cock? ‘

‘ i have to return some videotapes! ‘

‘ i really hope i don’t fall asleep. ‘

‘ darling, are you having a stroke? ‘

‘ i want a sixteen foot tiered ben & jerry’s ice cream cake. ‘

‘ if we get married, we’ll have such a wedding. ‘

‘ i’m having a nightmare where you are my wife. ‘

‘ i’d like a huge diamond, won’t settle for less. ‘

‘ if you only knew. ‘

‘ when i cut off her hand. ‘

‘ i’d swing an axe. ‘

‘ it’s that look in his eye that i don’t understand. ‘

‘ do you take american express? ‘

‘ that’s a very fine chardonnay that you’re not drinking. ‘

‘ how much did you pay for it? ‘

‘ i’m not a common man. ‘

‘ stay up late you know things happen. ‘

‘ it will hurt less if you relax. ‘

‘ are you excited or afraid? ‘

‘ every pleasure is a bore. ‘

‘ it’s a superb movie about an axe wielding santa. ‘

‘ i want a party to remember. ‘

‘ i’m ready to butcher some boys and some girls. ‘

‘ do you like huey lewis & the news? ‘

‘ that’s the date rape drug i put in your drink. ‘

‘ do you have a dog? a chow or something? ‘

‘ is that a raincoat you’re wearing? ‘

‘ i am utterly insane. i like to dissect girls. ‘

‘ that’s fine, i used to hate iggy pop too, but now that he’s more commercial i like him. ‘

‘ try to get a reservation at dorsia now you fucking asshole. ‘

[irmavep11]

[chrissyoriginal-deactivated2019]

Learn to stop saying “it’s okay” when shit really isn’t .

[idktorn]

I want to be somebody’s favourite person

[inthedarktrees]

Audrey Horne

Sherilyn Fenn | Twin Peaks

[talkingsainthood-blog]

cuthbert.

Her funny pronunciation brings a fresh smirk to his face. Move-ees. “Watching the moves is not the same as doing them.” He twirls the gun with a nonchalant kind of ease that tells her he’s done this countless times before: his index finger hooked through the trigger guard, and upsy turvy it goes. He doesn’t even look away from her, and if anything, his smile for her grows wider. 

And while certainly an easy association to be made, the notion of showing off is not one that he entertains. This is part of him, after all – these guns, these falcon’s claws, the irons fashioned from sword from rock from the blood of his ancestors ––– well, not technically these guns, do ya not kennit; but the big Allgood irons are his ka as much as the Deschain irons are Roland’s, to whom they have already been passed on from father to son. His own father holds on to his for a while longer, and Cuthbert doesn’t mind so much; it means that the blood runs hot and strong in Robert Allgood still, and with so many of his peers fatherless and motherless, he has a care to wish a premature end to the trail-slinging days of the dinh’s Right Hand. 

The six-shooters he wields look much like a seasoned gunslinger’s guns: But while the big irons are fashioned from stainless steel and their grips are made from sandalwood that doesn’t lose its fragrance over decades many and many-a, the novice guns on his hips are plain nickel and ironwood. They’re heavier than their counterparts used by the older warriors of the White, and their action isn’t singing as smoothly. To one who has never wielded the true guns of Eld in battle, however, it is a slight easily overlooked – a gap that doesn’t need filling because it’s only a gap if you fall into it. As long as his dance takes him ‘round and ‘round, nothing is amiss. 

He swirls it one last time, this time actually lets go of it, and fishes the gun out of the air with the muzzle to his palm. He holds the grip out to Audrey. “Take it. It ain’t bitin’ – it’s not loaded, I mean.” 

                     ‘ i know that. ’ sharp, sharp. soft in her skin, in her lips, not in her eyes and teeth and voice. not anymore. ‘ and i’m not scared. ’ sharp, sharp. impatient with his showing off, determination in her voice like whatever she says out loud will become so and that’s the end of that, thanks for asking.

      the outward flick of audrey’s grip -- determined, i’m not scared -- comes back heavy, and it becomes real, again, in her hand. that feeling, again. that she could pull the trigger here and --

      she’s not scared. doesn’t have the luxury of being scared. isn’t going to feel powerless like that, tiny and useless and stupid and in over her head like that, ever again. not an option. 

      ( the gun in her hand makes her feel like something beastly. something animal and awful crawled back from some canadian forest and burning too hot. like it’s everyone else, for once, for once, who should be scared of her.

      she’s never going to feel helpless and hopeless ever again, and the scariest thing is this -- this thing inside her that could pull the trigger here and watch something die over there. -- daddy dearest would flip his goddamn lid if he knew, if he knew what was inside his little porcelain doll, if he knew what he’d made of her, if he -- )

                    ‘ so now what? ’

[talkingsainthood-blog]

"You like this, don't you? I remember you saying that." - Diane

‘ it’s lovely. ’ envious, she’s envious, green-gilled and hungry, yet audrey’s smile is a contrariwise soft sliver of a thing. there’s a part of her wants to reach out and touch the fabric -- she doesn’t act on it, yet, still. diane always has the nicest dresses, and it hardly seems fair. ‘ -- where did you say you bought it, again? ’

san junipero. // accepting. // @exitiumparit​

[talkingsainthood-blog]

exitiumparit:

Damn. Private investigator? He took the card and flipped it to the front and back., eyes briefly looking up to her. The gift of her business card was a little off putting–she really was keeping him at arm’s length, wasn’t she?–but he’d keep it nonetheless. Might as well, right? And it was rude to slide it back to her.

“Didn’t have another plan but to call you Audrey,” he shrugs and reaches back into his wallet for his own card. It’s got the winery’s symbol in the left corner and his name across the middle–he didn’t have any actual clout with the winery yet, his parents were still grooming him, whatever, but he got the cards since most of the suppliers still worked with him in the cellars.

He slides it across the bar back at her.

“Work for another firm or do you own your own?” His tone isn’t prying; he’s genuinely curious. Never met a private investigator before. It’s kinda cool, he has to admit. 

the flicker of surprise -- of unsettling, maybe -- hardly escapes audrey’s notice, but doesn’t faze her much. they’re neither of them teenagers, after all, and it’s decidedly not her problem if his folks neglected or failed to teach him how adults and businesspeople introduce themselves. ( oh, of course there’s a good chance her card will end up at the bottom of a wastepaper basket -- but there’s a chance he’ll refer someone to her, too, and in any case it’s the ritual and code of the thing. maybe her patience is a little too short to be fair to someone who doesn’t quite get that, but -- )

‘ just me. ’ maybe when she builds up a little more capital, social and fiscal both, she’ll get more than her foot in the door and hire a few people on -- an assistant, at the least, ahead of some fellow would-be detectives -- but for now there’s a sort of pride to be had in being self-sufficient and self-made. audrey’s smile unfurls a little warmer -- she didn’t get here by being self-effacing, or modest. ‘ you wouldn’t be thinking about a change in career, would you? ’ half-playful, leaning in just a touch, ‘ i have to warn you, i’m very fierce competition. ’

[tesscharas]

SAN JUNIPERO SENTENCE MEME.  feel free to change context / pronouns as applicable. 

gotta love that track!

could you please stop it?

we’ve only got a couple of hours, so let’s use it.

you’re good at this.

i just wanna get my bearings a bit.

see you around?

go along with whatever i say!

okay, you’re just pestering now.

sorry for killing you.

if you don’t already know what _____ is, you probably don’t wanna know.

i’m regarding you.

i feel like i’m being analysed. 

i guess now they’re just kind of a comfort thing.

i figured they were kind of a fashion statement. but then the rest of your outfit is… not.

people try so hard to look how they think they should look.

you’re authentically you.

do you live here?

oh, my god! we have to dance to this!

dance floors aren’t my thing.

oh, let’s not limit ourselves.

why did you run away?

you were like a frightened horse on a frozen lake back there.

i’m kidding! … half kidding.

folks are way less uptight than they used to be.

if they were staring, it’s because i am bodacious.

i’ve never been on a dance floor.

what are you, like, amish? that’s one sheltered existence you’ve got there.

as far as my family’s concerned, i can’t do anything.

no one knows about even half the shit i get up to.

it’s from a place of love, though, right?

just the concept of me enjoying myself would blow their minds.

what would you like to do? that you’ve never done?

why waste time sitting here?

i’m, uh, i’m engaged. i have a fiance.

wanna go to bed with me?

oh… you’re nice.

can you hear me out? please? please.

look, i don’t want some kind of boring romance, okay?

it’s not just sex.

it was just sex.

we made a connection.

waiting for someone?

shall we dance?

can you just make this easy for me?

you never slept with a woman before?

i was in love with him. i really was in love with him.

i really was in love with him… but he chose not to stick around.

she’s worth the shot, right?

i’m sorry, i’m looking for someone.

why are you here?

i was looking for you. where did you go?

how the hell is this your era?

you don’t know who i am! you don’t know what this means!

this is not fun, okay? this is not fun! 

maybe you should feel bad. or at least feel something.

how many of them are dead?

i said i wouldn’t… i don’t know, do feelings. 

i don’t want to like anyone. so you’ve been just totally fucking inconvenient.

i wasn’t prepared for you, for wanting something.

i’m getting married.

you sure you’re going through with that?

i know he pities me. that pisses me off.

without this place, i never would’ve met someone like you.

if we really met– i mean if we really met– you wouldn’t like me.

i’ll give you some privacy. 

you’re ____? holy shit.

let’s go grab a coffee.

wanna marry me instead?

are you sure you’re alright?

you didn’t dress up to see me?

oh, i love it here! i just love it!

be with me.

stay here with me.

can we just enjoy tonight?

who can even make sense of forever?

hey, it’s real! this is real.

come on, you know that was just a gesture.

it’s not so kind to leave.

we got this chance! i just wanna share it with you. 

he could have stayed, but he chose to leave you.

you don’t know what you’re saying.

you should be mad at him, not whipping yourself with guilt!

you can’t know the bond, the commitment, the boredom, the yearning, the laughter, the love of it! the fucking love! you just cannot know!

did you think to ask? did it occur to you to ask?

you think you’re the only person who ever suffered? go fuck yourself.

i wish i could believe he’s with her now, that they’re together, but i don’t. i believe they’re nowhere. gone.

you wanna spend forever somewhere nothing matters?

i’m out! i’m gone! 

all things considered, i guess i’m ready. 

i guess i’m ready for the rest of it. 

[freshmoviequotes]

The Little Hours (2017)

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

[aboutoldfriends]

Twin Peaks - Audrey Horne “Like I’m somewhere else and like I’m somebody else… Have you ever felt that?”

[talkingsainthood-blog]

cuthbert.

“Business? No, no, indeed, I leave having a business to people of a more entrepreneurial nature than my humble self.” The defensive coloring of her tone (or her cheeks) does not go amiss. So, a sore topic then – Bert doesn’t intend to pry any further, but he keeps it in the back of his mind. If for no other reason than curiosity. It is indeed none of his business, nor doe he think it somehow relevant to his affairs (which mainly revolve around the question of getting back home); but it’s as good an opportunity for leisure as any, to listen to the town gossip and fill in the blanks with what he’s picked up himself. 

If he spent all day looking for a thinny up in yon forest, he’d go mad as a loon. 

“Aha. An entrepreneurial nature right here. Graduate. That’s school, aye?”

       an entrepreneurial nature. the slight, but notable, shift in the wording doesn’t escape audrey’s notice. ( you have a romantic nature, a heart that yearns. be careful. -- not anymore. at least, not like that. what good’s careful, anyway? careful wouldn’t have found out about laura. careful wouldn’t be lined up as executor of the estate. careful would never have been to seattle. careful would be stuck and suffocating here for the rest of her life and dependent on everyone else. there’s nothing careful about the itchy tight heat in her veins, like she could -- like she wants -- no, careful has nothing to do with her. she’d rather be smart. not school-smart, maybe, but -- her own kind. and brave, too. her own kind. )

                    ‘ mhm. ’ what, did he not -- ? ‘ what, are you like, home-schooled or something? or do they just call it something different where you’re from? ’

[bloodshow-deactivated20171211]

carrie (novel) prompt.

send him in, please.

you’re bleeding, you big, dumb pudding!

get up and tend to yourself.

clean yourself up! 

thats not my name!

it hurts, my stomach..

i don’t think i handled it very well, but i didn’t understand what was going on.

i think he’s cut his losses.

i want to try and be a whole person before it’s too late to.

i don’t want to fight with you. i only want to live my own life.

kids don’t even know their actions really, actually, hurt other people.

people don’t get better, they just get smarter.

when you get smarter, you don’t stop pulling the wings off flies–you just think of better reasons for doing it.

you’ve overestimated my box-office appeal.

i don’t like to be tricked.

it will be a nightmare.

i think it’s the craziest goddamn thing i ever heard.

i never figured you for an establishment pawn.

i shouldn’t be giving advice. i’m not very good at it.

do you people think you can just go on tricking me forever? i know who you go around with.

i did a not-so-good thing today.

doesn’t sound a bit like you.

i hated him, but i was scared, too.

what did that sad, silly bitch ever do to you?

when did you start making all these big moral decisions?

you fuck!

i wish she’d taken her goddamn holy joe routine and stuff it straight up her ass.

seventy-four assigned detentions. twenty of those have been for harassment of misfit pupils, i might add.

you can’t get away with a cheap gimmick like that.

i’m afraid a reprimand will not be sufficient.

i don’t want to be vindictive.

you spawn of the devil. why was i so cursed?

too many people are dead.

may i go to bed?

i’ve wanted to meet you for some time now.

nobody wants to believe it, not even now.

you didn’t have to hear all the words to know what was going on.

i wanted to cry but it was too real to cry about.

my mother told her our yard was our yard and I’d go out and dance the hootchie-kootchie buck naked if that was her pleasure and mine.

hand me that little brush there.

how in the hell did you talk me into this?

the other girls. did they really laugh at her?

you wouldn’t expect a trick like that from (name).

do you plan to talk to them?

god, he’s scuzzy.

the whole family was strange.

someone’s going to come with rotten apples, or something.

he always looked mean. and you didn’t meet his eyes, not ever.

there are times where i wonder if i might’ve caused it.

my mother, well, she tried to be polite, but her temper is so quick.

they laughed at me. threw things. they always laughed.

what was that all about?

i suppose it was the trampoline.

yes, okay, if you say so. good. fine.

do you need a ride? we can call a cab, if you need one.

she thinks they’re for lipstick.

i’m sure she’ll be alright.

[michellekpoems]

God forbid a woman be more than her body.

Michelle K., Angry Women and Diet Commercials. (via michellekpoems)

[theclassicsreader]

I am someone who did not die when I should have died.

Euripides, Hekabe (trans. by Anne Carson)