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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

[sci-fi-gifs]

– Contact (1997) dir. Robert Zemeckis

[lexilhoward]

                                                        Can you describe its form?                                                                             No.

Annihilation (2018) dir. Alex Garland

[uncaanny]

Julie will kill for @agentely & @agentely only

[bandidc]

       THE CARTEL BY DON WINSLOW // SENTENCE STARTERS: PART 1

“You went off the radar, hard (man) to find.”

“You think you could put the gun down?”

“Okay, we’ll just stand out here with our hands in the air like jerk-offs.”

“If your boy there moves to the side again I’ll shoot you first.”

“Can we go some place and talk?”

“But you don’t give a damn, right? You live in this ethereal world now. ‘In it but not of it.’ ”

“He’s gone Céline Dion, you can’t stop the guy from singing.”

“Everyone knows who you are.”

“No, I just didn’t want to drink it alone. I thought it would be more fun if we drank it together.”

“If there’s something you’d like to talk about…”

“If you do that, I can’t stop you.”

“Who hired you, cabrón ?”

“We always knew, that we’d end up here, didn’t we?”

“I didn’t say he was horrible, I just said that he was North American.”

“I think, that it is important to distinguish between revenge and justice.”

“Have you ever been in a firefight before?”

“I’ll burn this shithole to the ground!”

“That’s what soldiers do.”

“Is there where you grew up?”

“You’ve risen from the dead.”

“Never had the time or interest, besides, families make you vulnerable.”

“I don’t need your help, you need mine.”

“Dead, they’re martyrs; alive, they’re bitches. That’s the song you want sung.”

“The truth is, I don’t know if I could live with that kind of heartbreak again.”

“Jesus Christ, take a minute to celebrate, would you? It’s a good day and we don’t get a lot of them. Let’s at least crack a smile when we do.”

“Someone is always telling me lies, If I don’t get lied to by lunchtime, I feel deprived.”

“From the prison you abandoned me to? Thank you so much.”

“Well, you should know about cops, you own enough of them.”

“Pure evil. Evil beyond the possibility of redemption.”

“Then I slept with him, or I didn’t, whichever turns you on more.”

“You don’t know. You don’t know what they make you do.”

“I can take you to a place where you can sleep.”

“You cannot climb a mountain with a sack of garbage on your back.”

“I’ve done bad things.”

“In an evil world, sometimes we have to do evil to survive.”

“There I go again, being socially awkward. What I meant was…I don’t know…you don’t seem…”

“I was reading a book the other night while eating—alone—in a Chinese restaurant, and the book talked about a man so lonely that he eats alone in Chinese restaurants.”

“I think this is where I ask you for your phone number. So I can…call…”

“So, I was thinking if we’re going to have dinner alone, we could have it alone together.”

“Well, we’re both just guilty bastards, aren’t we?”

“Oh, yes, we’re all very important. Just ask us.”

“Only if you come with me.”

“Let me teach you what my mother taught me: If you keep your mouth shut, no one can stick his dick into it.”

“Cheer up, things might go bad and then we can kill everybody.”

“Perhaps we’re not the greater good, but we are the lesser of evils.”

“I believe that evil is an absolute, without gradations.”

[camilamcrrone]

[agentely-deactivated20240621]

wives @unhome​

[vhsmeme]

* creepy location meme

send a number for our muses to interact at the following! 

an uncomfortably quiet gas station 

a bustling diner that never closes

an old tree with trunks like knives 

a video store with a sign titled ‘ JOIN US ’

the back of a stolen car

a twisting forest that beckons you

an antique shop that smells of death and decay

the lot behind a somber hotel

a forgotten graveyard on the outskirts of town

an abandoned church where the choir continue their song 

a grocery store where no one smiles  

a bar where everyone hums the same song

end of the road

an undisclosed government facility

a howling bonfire where shadows betray you

a police station on edge during a blizzard 

an uncanny farmhouse with a ‘ ROOM FOR RENT ’ sign

[uncaanny]

@donesurvivin just reminded me of the time (yesterday) when instead of saying goddamit I said matt damon for some reason and I guess w that we’ll call it a night

[uncaanny]

donesurvivin: “Maybe, for now, three bodies are enough.”

      Enough. Fucking Enough. As if he had a daily cuota. ‘Only three bodies today m’am, come back tomorrow we might have room for a couple more. How do you want ‘em? Shot in the face? Beaten to death?‘ She laughs at her own thought and the sound edges on hysterical. She’s been standing there since the fight ended, still clutching the revolver in her hand, the heat of the barrel burning through the fabric of her stained jeans. The wall behind her back is a welcome steadiness. Cool, grimy with ancient dirt but it’s still away from the pool of blood lapping towards her in an eerie slow motion. Thick, like blood. That is blood. 

      “I don’t know man, two to one? I got room for one more,” again that laugh, though at least she manages to keep her voice levelled. “Remind me not to piss you off.”

[malluck-a]

𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎 ,      𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎 .      𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 ,      where hot air runs its course through the lungs ,      heavy - handedly ,      bearing atmosphere      one still has yet to grow accustomed to ,      for wherever heat roams ,      humidity follows not far along from its tail .      𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 ,      where the warmth of an inferno is still oddly comforting ,      with the right amount of shade ,      the right amount of shelter .      in these parts ,      𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ,      some kind of exotic feline that doesn’t belong in this jungle .      and despite being aware of this ,      he still muses      openly ,      not quite caring what another must think ,      𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑      has fallen into the rapid currents settling around him ,      consuming him      till it can reach his chin ,  threatening  to  inch closer to his lips ,      the longer her presence remains ,      the more her company dawdles around .      ❝     people around here don’t give two shits ,  you know that ,  right ?      they don’t think the same way others do .      they don’t      –     well      -      think !     ❞      a pause ,      room for air ,      a breath of silence ,      prompts nuance in his stance ,      fulfilling urge to turn away ,      as if      𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬      is quickly faltering .            ❝     even if they do catch me ,      it won’t be under their jurisdiction .      i’ve done nothing wrong here .     ❞      

ironically ,      half burnt cigarette easily draws back to his lips      after all is said ,      as if preferably breathing in the inferno      rather comforts him .

                                                                                         @unhome​

[uncaanny]

      “Mhm,” a smile spreads over her features, wide and wicked. She lets it sit there for a time, like the punchline of a joke she won’t share. “Sounds to me more like you’re trying to convince yourself. Got your lil’ sales speech and all.” 

      In a swoop motion, she leans forward and gingerly plucks his cigarette, bringing her to her lips to take a drag from it. With the years, she’s become picky about her brands, but after she takes a drink of cheap wine to wash it down she can barely taste it, only the gentle hum of too strong tobacco it leaves in her head, like a single blurry note. 

      “So you’re afraid to get chained down here,” she offers the cigarette back, almost like a peace offer. “But you’ve done nothing wrong,” again that smile, “then that’s that. You’re either out free and better chill, or you got some other shit they can lock you up for. Shit that can walk through borders. In which case you might as well jump on one of those boats and sail into the sunset.” 

[uncaanny]

starhaunt.

      Ajax. Ajax. Ajax. The name looped in her head as she lay in bed, half dozed in a industrial wine induced hangover. The boat rocked with the gentle waves, and so did the word. Ajax, the ship, the blood, like still photographs forever engraved in her mind. Ajax, Boehm, his two boys, trapped inside that car, drowning. Ajax, Camila, Camila, Camila, Camila, Camila, Camila. Donde estás Camila?

      She could have wallowed all day in that pit, down that rabbit hole of dead end and nightmares. Part of her wanted it, call it self pity, call it obsession, or deserved guilt. Call it a late night bender and the stink of whoever she dragged to her boat the night before. She wasn’t there. Good. Who was there was a different woman. 

      Police, not local, she was way too overdressed. Federal? She watched her for a long time from across the boat’s windows, fully aware she could be stared right back. Interrogated by police while hangover and wearing only a t-shirt that wasn’t even her own. It was like being eighteen all over again. “You’ll get a heatstroke wearing that, you know that, right?” Her head poked out of the boat, miserably squinting at the sunlight.

[unkanney]

[enamorado-del-infinito]

Arránqueme, señora, las ropas y las dudas. Desnúdeme, desdúdeme.

Eduardo Galeano, El Libro de los Abrazos.

[uncaanny]

whispers: plotting call

[uncaanny]

julie's kink is to call ppl out on their bs

[hewill]

               𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔      𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾      𝙼𝚈      𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂        [   .  .  .   ]                                     𝐈       𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓       𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘  !  

[bandidc]

DRIVE BY JAMES SALLIS // SENTENCE STARTERS

“Maybe, for now, three bodies are enough.”

“Think Virginia Woolf with dead bodies and car chases.”

“Great deals are what America’s all about.”

“Make a good story— if I wrote stories any more.”

“Reading again, are we? Could be dangerous….”

“Fact is, what I hear is you’re the best.”

“Let me buy you another drink, at least.”

“I just moved in down the hall.”

“I have a history of bad choices. A downright talent for them.”

“Maybe you’ll come by sometime.”

“Thought maybe I could buy you a drink or two.”

“Place is overrun with roaches and children. Probably want to check your closets, look under kitchen counters.”

“I ever tell you what an asshole you are?”

“How could anyone ever have gotten so hopelessly lost here?”

“Wha’s wrong, she don’ love you no more?”

“You ever think this was what your life would come to? Not that I know fuckall about your life.”

“So much for my big night out on the town. Used to be able to do this all night long.”

“You’re dripping on my welcome mat.”

“You could be the blood man, you know. Like the milk man. Making deliveries….I don’t need any blood, blood man.”

“Haven’t seen you around much lately.”

“That just goddamn dripped with menace.”

“What are you, some kind of fuckin’ army?”

“People make deals, they need to stick to them. That’s the way it works, if it’s going to work at all.”

“You fucked up.”

“Hell of a country, hell of a country. Anything’s possible, anything at all.”

“Even if it does look, like God squatted down here, farted, and lit a match to it.“

"Probably I’ve only made your life more complicated. Not what I’d hoped for….Things get so tangled up.”

“You didn’t ask how I knew where you were.”

“Kind of pitiful, aren’t we, the two of us?”

“Okay. So here’s what I’m thinking. We get together, have a few drinks, maybe dinner after.”

“This is what people are talking about when they use words like grace.”

“What you’ll find out is, only the lucky ones are able to forget.”

“Their lives are a mystery to me, you know. Absolutely impenetrable.”

“So where do you go from here?”

“Think we choose our lives?” 

“You don’t think we change, then.”

“Guess we won’t be seeing one another again.”