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[theprcdigal]

wrightism‌:

lingering at the front door of the house that used to plague his nightmares, julian heaved a heavy sigh of exasperation, mostly at his own hesitance. he swore he would never return to this god awful place only to be swallowed up in it again because the holier-than-thou laila had plans for it that no one else in the family would dare agree to. he only planned on entering to rip up the release form in front of her undoubtedly disappointed face. so, why was he having so much trouble opening the damn door?

“come on, wright. it’s just a house.” he muttered, giving himself a small pep talk as he paced up and down the patio. “it’s just a house, doesn’t matter if your mom and dad died in it, doesn’t matter if it definitely failed a vibe check… no big deal, right?”

The constant noise of construction had left her wanting to pull her hair out. Astrid had taken up her old room, despite it being far from the wing being fixed, she could hear everything. She could hear too much. For a house so big and mostly empty, it had such a way of feeling crowded. She had been seeing strange faces hired by Laila all over the property, but as she flung open the door to the patio, she saw the one person she needed. “

“ ─── Jules!” Flinging her arms around her older brother, she squeezed him into a hug so tight, as it would somehow dispell the childhood fears that had begin settling in. “You have no fucking idea how happy I am to see you, despite the choice of location. I — uh, I suppose it would be silly to ask if you’re okay?” Pulling away, she straightened the gloves around her wrist, before wrapping her arms around herself. “I didn’t think you were going to come, I didn’t think I was going to come. Whose watching the bar?”

[theprcdigal]

gldenbird‌:

none of this house made sense. she’s not sure how many times she can go through the blueprints of a place with things that aren’t there and things that are missing. she never would have expected her parents to be so careless about such a thing, hell even their own blueprint that she once watched her mother form from scratch seemed to be missing quite crucial areas of the house. which just means that laila, herself, must make her own. but it seemed every time she was finished, there was just something she missed. like the house was playing a trick.

but it’s just a weird and unsettling house is all.

she never heard the front door open, perhaps due to being buried in papers. completely focused on the task at hand. it wouldn’t be until a voice — so familiar and the same tone as it was the last she had heard of it — called out. laila left the room behind, not for long though, as she stepped out of the room she had transformed into a makeshift office and bedroom and into the stairwell, looking down at the foyer. 

“ ten seconds in the front door and you’re already pissed. it’s a new record. ” her voice was  dripping with sarcasm as she walked down the steps. “ if you find that you’re talking to yourself often, i suggest finding someone to actually talk to. ”

Astrid paled as a figure appeared at the top of the stairs, her fear quickly turned to rage. She hated every minute she was in the house, hated that Laila had brought her back here. It felt cold and left her feeling dirty. Every minute on the grounds of Hill House felt like there were hands pressing in tight around her. This house had taken everything from her, she would be damned if she let it take another one of her siblings — no matter how stupidly stubborn and condescending she could be. 

“Well, I was practically forced to come back to a house my mother died in, that I have many times over mentioned to you harbours many traumatic memories, but leave it to you to have the audacity to make a joke of it.”  Standing at the foot of the steps, she couldn’t help but shake her head. “I got your notice, wanted to make sure there was no delay in you getting it.” Her intentions were clear, the only way her sister would have her consent to sell that house would be over her dead body — if she didn’t already know that, that charred leftovers of her notice would get it across, loud and clear.

[theprcdigal]

She could feel the creaks and groans of the house reverberating as if the cold and abandoned joints of it were finally waking up. Hill House had always felt cold. As if it was ready to crumble, held together like broken bones in a makeshift splint. It was only fitting that their broken family returned back to the place that had hammered into their lives with such a force that none of them had truly ever recovered. Pulling her leather gloves up tights around her wrist, out of nervous habit, she hesitantly stepped over the threshold. 

                                                          Just a house. 

It was nothing but brick, mortar, and some stone — yet everything down to the wallpaper felt sinister. Her composed gaze flitting over the house gave away none of the fear coiled tightly in her chest. Part of Astrid had feared that she would see her mother step out from the shadows at the top of the grand staircase. Whether it was the warm smile of her mother she feared, or secretly coveted, it was a sight she would sooner encounter in her dreams or a photo album.

“Hello?” Cringing at the sound of her voice echoing through the empty house, she quickly stormed past the foyer, towards the kitchen. “Seriously? I swear there is supposed to be a ridiculous amount of people working on fixing this shitshow — and, now I’m talking myself. Anyone around?”

[fearsexposed]

the wright siblings, plagued by tragedy & the owners of hill house (insp.)

[theprcdigal]

‘ i don’t — i don’t know how to do this without you . ’ 4 astrid obvs

Astrid wrapped her arm through her older brothers, resting her head against him. “You’ll never have to.” Nothing about being back to hell house had been easy, but Astrid had always been good at hiding. Hiding how she felt — the fear, the loneliness, the sadness. But she couldn’t do that for Julian, couldn’t take away the bad memories that seeped back in like poison. “Jules, that home is nothing but cobwebs and sawdust. It’s not home, never was. Home is us, it’s Nicky and Luna in there —even Laila. We just go in, give her our decision and leave if you want to. Whatever you choose, you’ve got me and a shit ton of bourbon if all goes to hell.”

[theprcdigal]

‘ honestly i had to do it because it felt better than feeling nothing . ’ - laila @ astrid, ‘ did you just punch me in the boob ? ’ - jay @ noor

‘ honestly i had to do it because it felt better than feeling nothing . ’

“I understand that you had a shit childhood because mom died and dad fucked off to god knows where, but that didn’t give you the right to invalidate what I went through. You had no right to even for a second let me feel like I was crazy. I needed my sister, I needed you, not a fucking substitute mother!” Astrid took a swing of the whiskey, relishing the feel of it burning through her — to feel something else. “Fuck you, Laila. Fuck your excuses.”

‘ did you just punch me in the boob ? ’

“Yeah, what about it? I’m trying to see a ghoulie or something around here, you have to keep the atmosphere chill, or whatever.” She shrugged her leather jacket off, tossing onto the floor. “If it like, whooshes past us, I don’t want to miss it with that on.”

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *   & .   —   THE  HAUNTING  OF  HILL  HOUSE  SENTENCE  STARTERS

*   warning   :   may  contain  spoilers  for  episodes  one  through  ten .

‘  if  you  were  me ,  you  wouldn’t  be  such  a  fucking  asshole .  ’

‘  the  world  out  there  has  teeth  and  it  is  hungry  and  it  is  stupid  and  it eats  and  eats  mindlessly .  ’

‘  you  listen  to  your  gut .  even  if  it  makes  them  hate  you .  ’

‘  i  am  a  dream  and  so  are  you  and  so  are  we .  ’

‘  you  are  a  looker ,  aren’t  you ?  ’

‘  honey ,  someone’s  in  the  house .  ’

‘  i’m  dreaming ,  right ?  ’

‘  i  just  need  a  little  time  away .  it’s  nothing  more  than  that .  ’

‘  you’re  saying  it  was  an  accident ,  so  you  accidentally  put  your  hand  through  a  mirror ?  ’

‘  i’m  scared .  that’s  all  i  am .  there  is  nothing  else .  i’m  only  scared .  ’

‘  do  you  think  there’s  something  wrong  with  me ?  like ,  really  wrong ?  ’

‘  it’s  alright ,  sugar .  it’s  just  a  dream  —  just  a  screaming  meemie .  ’

‘  we  yield  to  it  or  we  fight  it ,  but  we  cannot  meet  it  halfway .  ’

‘  i  seldom  am  well  behaved .  ’

‘  i  enjoyed  the  conversation ,  but  i’m  gonna  say  goodnight .  ’

‘  did  you  just  punch  me  in  the  boob ?  ’

‘  just  enjoy  me .  i’m  loving  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  have  changed  a  thing .  i  need  you  to  know  that .  ’

‘  forgiveness  is  warm  like  a  tear  on  a  cheek .  ’

‘  i  loved  you  completely  and  you  loved  me  the  same .  ’

‘  that’s  all .  the  rest  is  confetti .  ’

‘  forgive  a  girl  for  being  lonely .  ’

‘  there’s  nothing  sadder  than  a  cold  bed .  ’

‘  journey’s  end  when  lovers  meet .  ’

‘  journeys  don’t  end ,  not  if  you  love  someone .  they  don’t  end  at  all .  ’

‘  probably  best  you  didn’t  say  anything  to  them .  ’

‘  i’m  asking  you  to  love  me  hard  for  the  next  few  minutes .  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  jump  and  i’m  asking  you  to  hold  my  hand  while  i’m  falling .  ’

‘  i  have  something  that  i  have  to  tell  you ,  but  i  need  you  to  remember  when  i  do  that  i  love  you .  ’

‘  i  wish  i  would’ve  loved  you  better .  ’

‘  pandas  don’t  like  macaroni .  ’

‘  i’m  just  floating  in  this  ocean  of  nothing  and  i  wonder  if  this  is  it ,  this  is  what  death  is .  ’

‘  i  wonder  if  this  is  what  death  is ,  just  out  there  in  the  darkness ,  just  darkness  and  numbness  and  alone .  ’

‘  i  wondered  if  that’s  what  they  felt ,  just  numb  and  nothing  and  alone .  ’

‘  he  was  a  light  in  the  darkness .  he  was  a  life  preserver  in  the  ocean .  ’  

‘  i  reached  for  him  because  i  had  to  feel  something .  i  had  to  feel  anything .  ’

‘  god ,  i’m  so  glad  i  did  it  though .  thank  god  it  worked .  ’

‘  i  felt  scared .  so  fucking  scared .  ’

‘  honestly  i  had  to  do  it  because  it  felt  better  than  feeling  nothing .  ’

‘  that  thorough  fucking  shame  was  so  much  better  than  that  horrible  empty  feeling .  ’

‘  you  have  to  live .  ’

‘  i  don’t —  i  don’t  know  how  to  do  this  without  you .  ’

‘  i  learned  a  secret  :  there  is  no  without .  i  am  not  gone .  i  am  scattered  into  so  many  pieces ,  sprinkled  on  your  life  like  new  snow .  ’

‘  when  we  die ,  we  turn  into  stories  and  every  time  someone  tells  one  of  those  stories  it’s  like  we’re  still  here .  ’

‘  we’re  all  stories  in  the  end .  ’

‘  you’re  supposed  to  protect  me ,  but  you  say  the  meanest  things  to  me  when  i  try  to  tell  you  things .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff  considering  you  were  asleep  for ,  what ,  like…  ninety-nine  percent  of  it ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry .  i  should  have  made  more  of  an  effort  with  you .  ’

‘  you  tried  the  best  that  you  could .  i  should’ve  met  you  halfway .  ’

‘  people  fuck  up .  i  guess  you  don’t  get  that  —  you  really  don’t  get  it  until  you  fuck  up .  really  fuck  up .  ’

‘  i  felt…  nothing .  just  nothing .  and  it  spread  everywhere  in  me ,  this  nothing ,  until  i  couldn’t  feel  anything  anymore .  i  was  just  this  dark ,  empty  black  hole .   ’

‘  i  felt  nothing  and  so  i  drank  and  i  drank  and  nothing  worked .  i  couldn’t  feel  anything .  ’