BODY KEEPS BANGING ON.

you look beyond the veil of separation. this is the realization of oneness.         a horror original character by maddie.

[ryfts]

they won’t take  ‘ go to hell ’  for an answer.     what are you going to do?     i’m gonna give them directions.       /       horror original characters.

[hokeful]

hey, cos — do something! call me a cab!     okay. you’re a cab.     cosmo brown of singin’ in the rain.

(my body materializes out of the darkness) fuck that was sick. did I look cool? dont lie dude.

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stoodbrave‌.

        she’s very tall, that much is noticeable. the black veil covering her face and the antlers that look painted red are both other matters entirely. in truth, sam is having trouble with the menu because this is a place she’s never been to. it’s definitely the claws, but that’s what you get when samhain is sitting in a booth at a truck stop.

              ❝ is there a house special or anything? ❞

he’s struck frozen, save for the hand tapping his pen against his pad at a steady pace. moments like these are what make him question his wiring: shouldn’t he be accustomed by now? shouldn’t a sight like this be easier to process?

         ‘ u-uh—i’m sure there is. ’ and he’s sure he’s had it memorized since his shift began, but his mind is a slate wiped clean in the face of a being so unfamiliar. and — striking, he thinks. not all unpleasant. ‘ we have a new mushroom guy, so that might have something to do with it. might have mushrooms? i’ll go check. ’

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after a second failure to make it stick, ernesto decides not to take another swing at catching his eye. some people don’t want it — some can’t manage it, which he respects, never questions. what he can offer in place of an easy interaction is what he needs asked of himself at any given moment:

         ‘ you okay? ’

@desolades​,  sc.

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cowboynoir‌.

Seeing even the tiniest curl of a smile, Ari takes it as a victory. He sits forward with genuine interest, ‘you sure? What’re your dreams like, Ernie, you get ‘em out here?’ 

does he? do i? the line between reality and un- is so blurred that a question as simple as ‘do you dream?’ downright floors him.  ‘ i don’t know. ’ beat. ‘ i don’t think i could know. ’

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         ‘ have you been — married? ’

ernie knows that brighid’s been around a while. his understanding of her goodness, of her being the catch, is clearer still, so he sees no harm in asking until after he’s asked.

he dips his chin and smiles around the faint blush that knocks his self-assuredness loose.

         ‘ i know roberta has, ’ he adds, and doesn’t know if it helps or hurts his character. not a word of it is meant to shake her confidence; he hopes his increasingly sorry body language makes that crystal as it ought to be. ‘ you just seem to be good at the, uh. prep. both of you. ’

@exaltcdone,  sc.

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when it does register, a shift through time feels to ernesto like a minor misstep. his world tilts, only slightly and only briefly, and he’s left temporarily short of breath and off-balance.

he doesn’t remember what floor this is supposed to be, or even if he had set out with one in mind, so the stairwell up which he climbs feels especially odd — both claustrophobic and endless. his footsteps echo in such a way that he feels the need to check repeatedly that he’s not being followed.

the source of the smoke (a woman) is up some way; not below, as he’d suspected. it’s as thick as the as yet unspoken awareness that they aren’t from the same era.

         ‘ this’s a funny place to hang out. ’

@folkangel,  sc.

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magic moments, perry como — ernie’s very own cheerful-tune-on-a-horror-soundtrack, looping whenever his company hits a note or utters a phrase that comprises a chunk of the song. an unspecific whistle alone will do it from time to time.

         ‘ i’m sorry, ’ he says after what must be a few seconds of silence. he hesitates in anticipation of the key change. ‘ you were saying something. ’

@beforewecrash,  sc.

[ubysm-blog]

alright! ok! i think i need some new stuff, because very little i owe is clicking with me at the moment. just to get me back into the groove that screwy sleep has thrown, like this for a starter!

[synthaes]

god’s favorite customer sentence starters.

hangout at the gallows.

jesus, man, what did you do?

left foot, right foot, that’s the ticket.

you’ll be back on top real soon.

whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives?

if you want an answer, it’s anybody’s guess.

so you wanna hangout at the gallows?

those guys get an early start.

what’s your intake? your reason for living?

mr tillman.

___, good to see you again.

you left your passport in the mini fridge.

don’t leave your mattress in the rain if you sleep on the balcony.

what a beautiful tattoo that young man had on his face.

will you need a driver out to philly?

he seemed a little worried about you.

i’m feeling good, damn, i’m feeling so fine.

i’m living on a cloud above an island in my mind.

don’t be alarmed, this is just my vibe.

no, it’s not too bad a crime.

is there someone we can call?

perhaps you shouldn’t drink alone.

just dumb enough to try.

i know a few ten-cent words.

you can take what i know about love and drown it in the sink.

i know my way around a tune.

won’t be a single dry eye in the room.

but i’m just dumb enough to try to keep you in my life.

i’ve been here a few times before.

you could have me anytime.

everything’s cool, i’m great, i’m fine.

date night.

nothing surprises me much.

do you wanna go to the farm?

do you wanna go to the park?

i’ll get you ice cream if you give me your card.

nothing impresses me much.

i’ve got a great attitude and a map to the stars.

i got your number from that sign in the lawn.

i also wanna vanquish evil but my mojo is gone.

i bet you know most of my friends.

they’re some real exclusive dudes.

i can escort you down the runway, i just joined the police.

so you wanna be a grifter like me?

i’m the second coming.

i’m the last to know.

i didn’t get invited but i know where to go.

Keep reading

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cowboynoir‌.

‘You gotta look on the bright side, Ern. There’s always a bright side,’ he props his head up with both hands, ‘I’m countin’ my lucky stars that I get to be here at all. Conscious, too. Not driftin’.’

         ‘ hey, ’ he starts, a twitch of a smile trailing closely behind. in spite of it all — his covetousness, his disbelief, his mild disapproval — ernie does regard ari with respect. unshaken and unceasingly curious, there exists a strength in him that would prove useful here in the veil; one that makes him a marvel to someone who lacks. ‘ i’m happy to swap places. ’

[bills-skarsgards]

Benicio Del Toro in Cannes Man (1997)

[flmblr]

Weekend (2011) dir. Andrew Haigh

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💋 ( billy n ernie but u decide where the kiss is-- )

warm and fuzzy.  billy giving ernie a kiss.

they’ve only spent a few days (unless his clock has been tampered with) separated, yet ernesto feels every bit as glad as billy seems to have been reunited. maybe these parallel and similarly painful non-lives they’re non-living ask, by default, for an excess of happy simplicity to fill the gaps. maybe they’ve supplied each other a taste of something they can no longer do without.

billy, a notable amount taller than ernie, nearly bowls him over with a hug that hits him impressively below his center of gravity. the aim may have been to pick him up, but he’d startled and turned into it, laughed and grabbed mismatched handfuls of billy’s shirt.

while he’s in the neighborhood, his partner takes advantage and kisses him at and above his waistline.

         ‘ ’ey, ’ey, ’ he scolds, tugging upward whenever he’s able to take purchase. ‘ ticklish. kiss me up here. ’

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🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE. oh ernie wont you stick around its dark and getting colder out!! :**

warm and fuzzy.  brighid making dinner for ernie.

food as a metaphor for love is quickly discovered to be the modus operandi of ernie’s favorite lesbian household. he relies far too heavily on the company of brighid and roberta for comfort for their respective culinary streaks not to be his downfall, which is precisely why he reacts first with apprehension, second with graciousness.

         ‘ brighid, ’ he says, sudden but gentle, as he realizes with a start that he’s been accepting testers since she fired up the stove. his comment lands miles from a rebuke — if anything, he sounds embarrassed (maybe for lack of self-control). ‘ you can’t keep feeding me. ’

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excommune‌.

marcus startles and turns at the distant flicker of light, shoulders drawing in tight, but — he’s too old for the first instinct to be attack. that he’s a fighter doesn’t make him much of a fighter, anyway. he’s all scrappy and swinging fists; fine in a punch-up, but not if you’re trying to win. 

he swallows to discourage the tightness in his throat, nonetheless, voice in that place where it’s on the cliff’s edge of steady, fingertips dug into chalk and hoping the precipice doesn’t crumble away. calling back: ‘ — tell me your name. ’

         ‘ ernie, ’ he says, still until he’s confirmed free to move about the cabin. ernie, he thinks, is about as far from threatening as a name can get. his cautiousness doesn’t ebb, but there is a pinch of hope, there, at the back of the throat. ‘ i’m sorry, my f—flashlight kicked it. ’