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“TO THE ENTERPRISE… AND TO ABSENT FRIENDS.” // IND. JIM KIRK by LUKE

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halloween sentence starters

Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

at a party

“I love the decorations.”

“There are so many sexy kitties in here.”

“Am I the only one in costume?”

“I’m not sure if this room is full of strangers or if I just can’t recognize anyone because of the costumes.”

“Do I hear ‘Monster Mash’ playing?”

“Come on, let’s dance. Even the skeletons are doing it.”

“Did someone spike the punch?”

“I hate costume parties…”

at a haunted house

“This stuff’s for babies.”

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

“Hey, can we…go home? Not that I’m scared.”

“BOO!”

“Wait, are you actually scared?”

“FuCK NO–”

“That makeup is so realistic.”

“I paid $40 so I better die.”

alone

“You should hang out with me later. I’m gonna marathon a bunch of movies.”

“[text] Hey, it’s me. I heard banging noises and I’m terrified. Please save me.”

“Halloween?? With friends?? What friends?”

“[text] I just heard some weird noises. [text] No I’m being serious. [text] I need you ri”

“I’m probably just going to stay up all night so the ghosts don’t kill me.”

“I’ll just be chilling with the monsters under my bed.”

“Maybe I’ll summon a demon so I have someone to hang out with.”

“Do ghosts like Netflix?”

with kids

“Don’t eat all your candy at once!”

“Aw~ I love your costume.”

“And who are you?”

“Look, man. You can’t give toothbrushes to kids on Halloween.”

“Trick or treat!”

“Let me check those before you eat them.”

“UGH, why am I stuck with a bunch of babies?”

“I wish it was socially acceptable for me to trick or treat on my own, but it’s not, so.”

with friends

“We should egg his/her/their house.”

“Help me with my costume!”

“TIME TO GET SPOOKY.”

“Are you just going to wear a T-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it?”

“Should we be drinking this much?”

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

“Let’s tell ghost stories.”

“Time to join the skeleton war, bitches.”

as a flirt

“You look so hot in that.”

“After being freaks, are we gonna get freaky?”

“[jumps into __’s arms out of fear]”

“Your outfit is scary…take it off.”

“I came in here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat.”

“If I was in a scary movie, I’d want to be trapped with you.”

“You–uh–spooked…my heart.”

“I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

misc.

“Let’s carve a pumpkin!”

“I’d be a witch in another life.”

“I wonder if I still have that ouija board…”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“What costume are you wearing?”

“Let’s pull a prank.”

“I hate Halloween.”

“Can you tell me why you have an actual skeleton in your closet?”

[creamcheese-rpmemes]

Injured/Injury Starters

[bauempath-blog]

creamcheese-rpmemes:

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

[tithird-blog1]

heres a starter call. like this i’ll probably hit you up later tonight when i’m F*CKED *P

[vaememes]

✧ ( TRUE BLOOD SENTENCE STARTERS.

warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Hi, I’m looking for that thick translucent plastic sheeting. ❜ ❛ Uh… We don’t sell that here. You can try at Home Depot’s.. ❜ ❛ I cannot believe you don’t have that here. ❜ ❛ That’s nasty talk, I won’t listen to that. ❜ ❛ They ain’t scared of you, honey child. ❜ ❛ When I wear makeup, I get bigger tips.  ❜ ❛ Not everybody wants to have sex with you. ❜ ❛ Y'all bitches don’t know what you’re missing. ❜ ❛ Do you have any of that synthetic bottled blood? ❜ ❛ You have any idea who you’re messing with? ❜ ❛ I have no sex life to speak of, so … ❜ ❛ Wonder how much one would charge for something like that? ❜ ❛ Do I taste different from other people? ❜ ❛ May I ask you a personal question? ❜ ❛ You said you could glamour somebody into letting you bite them? ❜ ❛ You don’t like not being able to control people, do you? ❜ ❛ Why can’t I hear your thoughts? Do you even have any thoughts? ❜ ❛ I think we need to stop seeing each other. ❜ ❛ I had to bury my bloody clothes because I didn’t want my grandmother to find out. ❜ ❛ Who’d have thought? Getting carded at a vampire bar. ❜ ❛ They don’t die. I’ve got nothing but a future with one. ❜ ❛ Take me in you. Feel me in you. We are together. ❜ ❛ See bitch. You gonna wish you ain’t did that. Watch. ❜ ❛ Do you think they’re capable of lovin’ a person? ❜ ❛ We started many of the mysteries about ourselves centuries ago. ❜ ❛ Now if I remember what feelings were, mine might be hurt. ❜ ❛ Does that weird you out? We could always go someplace else! ❜ ❛ Everyone has to eat, right? We are all links on the universal food chain. ❜ ❛ I texted you three times… Why didn’t you reply? ❜ ❛ Right now you need to do is change out of your clothes.. there’s vampire in your cleavage. ❜ ❛ You’ve done this before, haven’t you? ❜ ❛ I chose it. I chose it when I chose you. ❜ ❛ So why don’t you go to sleep and let me be the one to worry about it. ❜ ❛ So why don’t we just leave it on me, okay? ❜ ❛ Oh my God, you are even better looking than you were yesterday. ❜ ❛ You broke an ancient and fundamental law. ❜ ❛ However, I’m feeling a bit… creative. ❜ ❛ I find myself doubting whether you were ever truly human. ❜ ❛ Your blood was replaced with mine. ❜ ❛ I’ve been trying to explain to you at length, you have been made vampire! ❜ ❛ Crap on your rules! Crap, crap, crap! ❜ ❛ I don’t obey anybody! Those days are over. ❜ ❛ How would you like to learn how a real vampire feeds? ❜ ❛ There are others who would have done far worse and you know it. ❜ ❛ Why won’t you leave me alone? ❜ ❛ The vamps here are scary as shit. ❜ ❛ Talk to me. Lean on me. I’ve leaned on you plenty. ❜ ❛ We can go some where else if that’s how you feel about it. ❜ ❛ Who cares? What matters is being with the people you love. ❜ ❛ Your history is so fucked up, you have no clue what family is! ❜ ❛ That’s not fair. I do have a clue. ❜ ❛ This is not your territory. You have no voice here.. ❜ ❛ For a vampire, you are a terrible liar. ❜ ❛ What makes you think I want him back? That I’d even take him back?  ❜ ❛ What are you doin’ here? I ain’t said nothin’ to nobody. ❜ ❛ That can be arranged quite easily. ❜ ❛ You know I don’t love you! ❜ ❛ What more can I give? What is it that you want from me? ❜ ❛ I let you into my house, into my bed, and into my heart. ❜ ❛ All I stood for, all I believed in, I violated to be with you! ❜ ❛ There are wolves in our hen house. We must defend our flock. ❜ ❛ I could have you outta here in seconds. ❜ ❛ The other humans wouldn’t think twice about hurting us. ❜ ❛ You expect us to sit on our thumbs while you round up your men to come lynch us?  ❜ ❛ I do not wish to create blood shed when none is called for. ❜  ❛ Stand down, everyone. People, go home. It’s over now. ❜ ❛ Now, I reckon I’ve already been to heaven. It was inside your wife. ❜ ❛ Oh, hello darling. I was just getting to know your plaything. ❜ ❛ You always did like to prey on the innocent.  ❜ ❛ We had two marvelous nights in your hotel room. ❜ ❛ There’s no excuse for domestic violence. ❜ ❛ The bullets would’ve pushed themselves out. ❜ ❛ I ain’t perfect either. I’m the guy people laugh at. ❜ ❛ And how were we supposed to know that this time he meant it? ❜ ❛ And who has to fucking clean that up? Me, not you, Me. ❜ ❛ How’d they manage to abduct you? ❜ ❛ Was it one minute or two minutes?! ❜ ❛ Where were you tonight around eleven o'clock? ❜ ❛ How many vampires have gone missing in your area? ❜ ❛ Let’s go to the ladies room and stare at ourselves in the mirror. ❜ ❛ If I do get into some kind trouble, you’ll feel it right? ❜ ❛ What are you?!? What are you?!? A-a demon? A devil?! ❜ ❛ Hey, Bud. Wait up. Where you going’? ❜ ❛ Every time we clear one murder, two more spring up. ❜ ❛ That was the best sex I’ve had in decades. ❜ ❛ Didn’t you hear me? I quit! I’ve had it with this shit! ❜ ❛ You should be more concerned with what I want from you. ❜ ❛ Why were they all shiftin’? You almost shifted. ❜ ❛ You have always so enjoyed making others suffer. ❜ ❛ I welcome death because only then will I be truly free of the disease that is you! ❜ ❛ Your nature?! It was never mine! ❜ ❛ You haven’t suffered at the hands of others for a very long time. ❜ ❛ I thought you would have been excited. ❜ ❛ Fuck the Authority! It won’t be able to prove a thing. ❜ ❛ Things may be getting complicated soon. ❜ ❛ I’m afraid I acted somewhat impulsively while I was gone.. ❜ ❛ It won’t be able to prove a thing. I made sure of that. ❜ ❛ What good would it do to share my pain with you? ❜ ❛ If I can’t go on, you must make a new vampire. ❜ ❛ We’ve lived through so much for so long. It can’t end this quickly… ❜ ❛ A hundred years I’ve been with you. ❜

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      “     tell me . do you really exist or don’t you ? if you do , what are you ? who are you ? why are you ? why do i hate you ?     “     independent oc // marvel affiliated // written by ryan

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hunterhenderson:

‘No.’ Enough questions. Does he look dead? He feels like he’s in better condition than he has been at times, even with the broken wrist.

He’s going to leave the car where it is, the plate will trace to nothing. He can walk and he makes slow, limping progress past Jan, aiming for further down the road.

   The man looks almost normal, silhouetted against the blue light of early morning. Jan, momentarily stunned, holds his position while he chokes on a few half-eaten words. His legs move before his cogs do and he closes the distance. Walking at the man’s side, Jan’s windbreaker does most of his talking, swishing loudly over his aborted attempts at confrontation.    “Well, ah--- hey, uh-- listen. Listen, you know your name? The presi--- eh, no. Do I need to call an ambulance, buddy?” A deep valley of authentic concern dips between his brows and a thumb and forefinger close around the bruisy man.

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gnnablow:

‘  not too big on basketball. baseball, sure - i’ll catch a football game every now and then, but sports, in general… i feel like there’s only so much to watch. someone always loses. always feel bad for them, you know?  ’  he sips his beer, looking at the television again.  ‘  i always root for the losers.  ’

   He hadn’t been looking for a particular answer but Bill’s seems to satisfy him. “Far out.” People, by nature, aren’t very wholesome. That doesn’t bother Jan but it has given him an elevated appreciation for the rather mild views of most people--- like Bill’s. Jan rolls his bottle between his hands; it’s empty. He’ll catch the bartender’s eye later. “You ever get inta boxing?” 

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dwiirok:

‘ you wouldn’t ‘appen to ‘ave anything for a man to drink? ’ he refers to, of course, alcohol. of any shape or form – he’ll gladly take it all. his flask is near-empty, and to be in such sort supply for a man like hrothmund is terrifying.

@tithird liked for a starter.

   He is not wildly unapproachable but natural instinct does tend to walk away from Jan Jara rather than towards him. You can imagine his very slight surprise. Jan looks to the three flasks resting untethered on the ground next to his bags. “Cyrodilic to his tastes?” It’s an old brew, steamed by the sun during his walks.

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xenoevil:

    ‘    guess that means i can’t take a small bite.    ‘   diosa laughs merrily, like they’re sharing a good joke, and she’s not thinking about how it would look to tear a chunk right out of him. diosa pinches her fingers together and takes a few steps forward, letting her teeth rest comfortably on her bottom lip. she likes jan. he’s fun.     ‘     pasta is fine, jan. i’m not gonna bite ya. swear.    ‘ 

    Jan doesn’t take these infrequent mercies for granted. So he nods, a quick little bob of his head; smiles, a quick little pull of his mouth. “Far out,” he says in that very specific tone of voice of an individual who has come to terms with something.     Choosing to occupy time and headspace with something menial, Jan invades the pantry and sifts through many noodles of many faces. He has to stretch onto the balls of his feet to see the topmost box. “Ehhhh. Linguini or orecchiette?”

[tithird-blog1]

adatrox:

the  girl  wants  to  care ;  or,  she  wants  to  take  the  shape  of  concern.   it  suits  poorly.   the  straw  is  some  indication,  spinning  idle  round  the  rim.   another  pluck  of  her  fork  at  the food,  prodding  what’s left.   ‘   why.   ’   it  rings  genuine.   soft  squint.   ‘   should  i  stop.   ’

   He swipes at the air, dismissive. “’course not. Just somethin’ for next time. Somethin’ my puh-- fuuuuuhhhather told me about flavor profiles...‘f I hadda guess.” Vicente Jara II taught his son as much about class and culture as he knew, which wasn’t much. Jan knows the art of napkin folding and which wine pairs with steak but can’t keep his elbows off the table and has yet to properly order his utensils.

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guttersniper:

he’s silent, for a moment, fingers of his left hand running idly, restlessly, over the thick white band of scarring on the top of his right hand. sure, he’s scrappy. squirrely. a boy who’s learned how to fight dirty, how to use perceived disadvantages as advantages. “ – need m’ for something? “

   “No.” And that’s the truth. There’s no hurting over how many kids and adults he trains--- but there’s been a slight decrease in peewee competition. The structure could be nice, as it was for Jan, no matter how violently he originally resisted the rigorous direction.    “You ever boxed?”

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gnnablow:

‘  then what are you here to talk about?  ’  mister bill. funny. makes him think of that saturday night live sketch with the clay man who always died, horrifically, of course, as they always do. bill remembers him as clown-colored, the red and yellow and white and blue. he doesn’t know why he thinks of clowns. there is always something gnawing at the back of his mind. there is always something hiding, waiting to tell him something new and forgotten, the snapping turtle of his soul.  he drinks.

   Jan rakes his fingers through his hair and sighs, leaning heavier against the bottle. “Nothin’ stimulating.” Simple men who used to live complicated lives have seen the worst parts of the best things. What used to beckon him now repels him. He takes some comfort in knowing his kind of life is cyclical. Sometimes simple men need to unwind and escape the mundanity inside empty talk in a crowded bar. Jan takes a pointed sip of his beer. “You like the Rockets?”

[tithird-blog1]

‘  thanks. ’

bill assumes for a moment - a brief moment  - that this man has read his novels. of course, there had been introductions, casual chitchat with the ball game underscoring the bar’s seedy nature. bill hadn’t been somewhere this dirty since - well. since derry. but he doesn’t remember the name, no, just the feeling. since blank. the man, jan, is quick to accept him as a friend, which acts as a strange and new feeling for him. he can’t just let it sit.

‘  well. did you like the black rapids or joanna better?  ’

   Quietly surprised by the question, Jan pauses. “The Black Rapids,” is the eventual answer, said with Jan’s teeth clicking against his beer bottle. When Bill’s beer arrives, he knuckles it over. “Mmmh--- the om’nous terror felt, ah--- more intimate. Personal, yannow? But I ain’t at a bar to talk about books, Mister Bill.”

@gnnablow CONTINUED FROM HERE

[tithird-blog1]

   “So you’re, eh-- scrappy, right? One of those squirrely types? You ever do anythin’ with that?” The big nosy man lingers a little bit away, arms crossed like he’s shy. Talking to kids isn’t hard but the tender, angry street kids intimidate him to an inappropriate degree. They’re so fragile. He doesn’t want to get caught up in their world.

@guttersniper LIKED FOR A STARTER

[tithird-blog1]

   “The wine. It doesn’t go with the steak. It’s, ah...tacky.” The man knows his proteins well but he holds boundless, nearly arcane knowledge of empty carbs. He follows his critique with a shrug.

@adatrox LIKED FOR A STARTER

[tithird-blog1]

Hey starter call for resident Box Guy