happiness is a —

independent max carrigan of across the universe.

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         ‘ hey! you’re the guy --- ’ that he’s wagging a finger doesn’t make it sound any less like an accidental profession of love, or any more like the angry accusation he’d had loaded. ‘ --- stealing all my good customers. you gotta tell me your secret, man. ’

@mixestapes,  sc.

[warmgun-blog1]

i’m trulie exhausted but hit that heart for a quickie starter

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               lend me your ears and i’ll sing you a song and i’ll try not to sing out of key.

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Alright, it doesn’t look good. Max has his wallet out, four dollars and a few cents all that remain. He’d had plenty for a meal last he checked. ( Prudence and/or Jude are to blame, he’s sure. )

         “Look, I  ---  I’ve had my fair share of shitty waitresses, and you’re not one of them.” There’s a beat during which he climbs to his feet and holds out his hand, palm facing upward, ‘There’s nothing I can do!’. “But I think I’m gonna have to dine and dash. SO SORRY.”

starters.  —  @urydice.

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         “Not a native New Yorker, I take it.” It’s more joke than intro, but he’s charming and pleasant, just the same. “I can give you the grand tour, if you want. Nothing sketchy  ---  Scout’s honor.”

starters.  —  @vasilyevna.

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✖ oops

close your eyes and i’ll kiss you  —  multiple kisses !

If absolutely nothing else, Maxwell Carrigan is an affectionate being. Too many hugs, too many kisses, a hands-cupped-around-mouth ‘I LOVE YOU’ in the middle of the street  ---  there’s very little he won’t, and even less he doesn’t want to do.

His impulse-control really doesn’t need Jude to be there, touchable, grab-able by the shirt collar. He’s a little drunk, too, which is doing neither of them any favors.

         “I can’t believe you’re still sporting this ’DO.” He kisses him at his temple, still holding tight. “I can’t believe we’ve gone this long without a mirror, man.” Another kiss, this time under his scruff-scratchy jaw. “You’re paying the price.” And then he gets him full on the mouth, just firm enough to assure Jude that he isn’t missing the right pair of lips by a goddamn mile.

[xrpmemes]

send me ✖ for a random kiss.

forehead kiss

kiss on cheek

kiss on the nose

neck kiss

nose kiss

stomach kiss

good morning kiss

good night kiss

hand kiss

foot kiss

kiss on the mouth

deep kiss

comforting kiss

desperate kiss

kiss goodbye

multiple kisses

worshiping kiss

poisonous kiss

playful kiss

teasing kiss

affectionate kiss

hair kiss

drunk kiss

forced kiss

tender kiss

up arm kiss

passionate kiss

surprise kiss

accidental kiss

pretend kiss

thigh kiss

leg kiss

sexual kiss

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         “I feel like I’ve, uh  ---  seen you before. You from around here or is my brain playing tricks?”

starters.  —  @citystarlet.

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madebetter.

     ‘ there’s too much confusion. i can’t get no relief. ’ 

         “Maybe you should take me up on that offer for a drink  ---  ’d be good to talk it out, you know?”

[warmgun-blog1]

redapt.

Apart. A star is in it.

“Asunder. Seven letters,” He taps his chewed up pencil onto Max’s crossword in passing; eventually twirling to a halt by the juice jug. “A-S-U–”

Max’s been stuck on this one for what feels like a lifetime. He flicks Armando’s pencil away, crosses his legs at the ankles beneath the kitchen table, and scribbles in the answer with newfound anger vigor.

He can’t bring himself to say thank you.

         “I don’t need you to spell it for me, man.”

[chandlerwatches]

westworld, part 1. s1e1 - the original.

i’m sorry. i’m not quite feeling myself.

do you know where you are?

i’m in a dream.

would you like to wake up from this dream.

i’m terrified.

there’s nothing to be afraid of, ____, as long as you answer my questions correctly.

have you ever questioned the nature of your reality?

tell us what you think of your world.

some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. the disarray. i choose to see the beauty. to believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.

you’re new. not got much of a rind on you.

i’d rather earn a woman’s affection than pay for it.

don’t mind me — just trying to look chivalrous.

you saying i’m predictable?

there’s a path for everyone. your path leads you back to me.

you still don’t remember me, do you? after all we’ve been through.

winning doesn’t mean anything unless someone else loses. which means you’re here to be the loser.

i’ll do whatever you say!

every new person i meet reminds me how lucky i am to be alive, and how beautiful this world can be.

perfect’s boring.

we should be cautious.

i’ll take care of it myself.

they don’t make that like they used to.

i’m not a child anymore.

it’s beautiful. your brow. when you’re angry but trying to control it, the fine muscles pull into a little arc. it’s elegant.

this place is fucking wild.

there’s bandits in these hills.

the guy’s gonna chase his demons right over the deep end.

i’m beginning to think you’re getting sweet on me.

‘mistakes’ is the word you’re too embarrassed to use. you ought not to be. you’re a product of a trillion of them.

evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool. the mistake.

about three litres. that’s how much blood i left in you. lose more than that, you die.

i don’t play. i only deal.

you should go. leave. don’t you see? hell is empty and all the devils are here.

i can barely contain myself.

you’re all here indulging your particular vices, and so i’ve come to indulge mine.

no matter how dirty the business, do it well.

problem with the righteous? they can’t shoot for shit.

it didn’t look like anything to me.

what do you want to say to your maker?

the things i will do… what they are, yet i know not, but they will be the terrors of the earth.

you’re in a prison of your own sins.

no cause for alarm, ____. simply our old work coming back to haunt us.

come on, sweetheart.

i know things will work out the way they’re meant to.

[madebetter-blog1]

                STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER

                     an indie jude feeny by tess // an indie max carrigan by maddie. 

[wonderhevrts]

Anti-Christmas starters!

I’ve seen so many Christmas starter sentences with fluff and all nice things, so i wanted to make anti-Christmas starters! Sentences taken from few songs

“Outside the carolers start to sing.. I can’t describe the joy they bring, ‘cause joy is something they don’t bring me.”

“Their whiny voices get irritating.”

“So I stand with a dead smile on my face.”

“Wondering how much of my time they’ll waste”

“Oh god I hate these Satan’s helpers.”

“And then I guess I must’ve snapped, because I grabbed a baseball bat and made them all run for shelter.”

“It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand all year.”

“I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer.”

“You people scare me!”

“Please stay away from my home, if you don’t wanna get beat down.”

“Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.”

“Well I guess it’s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve..”

“I won’t be home for Christmas.”

“There ain’t nothing more depressing than a pine tree gussied up candy canes and balls.”

“Those carolers have kept me up for hours.”

“It’s Merry Christmas seeping through my walls.”

“There’s one damn holiday that I can’t stand..”

“It ain’t Halloween or Thanksgiving or even April Fools, but it’ll surely make a fool out of every man.”

“If I ain’t drunk then it ain’t Christmas.”

“You know where to stick those jingle bells!”

“If I ain’t hammered it ain’t hanukkah.”

“Joy to the world and jack and coke.”

“Now every year the malls are just a madhouse.”

“Just the smell of Eggnog makes me vomit..”

“And those colored lights are fucking infantile.”

“I think we collectively as the people, should rise against this corporate jolly noise.”

“Tell the world let’s buy some piece and quiet for a change!”

“Before we spend it all on fucking toys.”

“Fa la la la la go fuck yourself!”

“Joy to the world of getting stoned.”

“Leave this god damn scrooge the fuck alone.”

“Merry fucking Christmas!”

“It’s Christmas day, i’m alone again.”

“Santa, you bitch.”

“Didn’t get a damn thing from my Christmas list.”

“I wish my old girl/boy would’ve never kissed Saint Nick.”

“Santa, you player, I thought we were friends.”

“Please come back home and leave that fat man alone.”

“I know I’ve been a real bad guy.”

“My name’s made the list, more than a few times.”

“You could light up a candle for every mistake that I’ve made.”

“Wrap me up like a present and throw me away.”

“Let the bells ring on a fool’s holiday.”

“I swear that I’m more than just broken promises.”

“Do not open til you’ve got forever to spend with me on a fool’s holiday.”

“Everybody waits for Christmas, but for me it’s New Year’s day.”

“Everywhere there’s joy around this festive time of year and happiness has never felt so far away.”

“I’m not supposed to feel this way.”

“All that I want this year for Christmas in New Year’s day.”

“It’s only seven days till Christmas. Six more till New Year’s day.”

“I remember how I used to feel, at Christmas..”

“Now last year’s summer romance, is this year’s winter blues.”

“Now i hope you’re happy with yourself, ‘cause i’m not laughing.”

“Don’t you think it’s kind of crappy what you did this holiday?”

“When i gave you my heart, you ripped it apart like wrapping paper trash.”

“Merry Christmas, kiss my ass!”

“I’m tearing down decorations, they remind me of your smile.”

“I hate that mistletoe, it makes me think of our first kiss.”

“I’m jingle belling and everyone’s yelling.”

“We’ll drink ‘til the bars shut us down. Ain’t that just what Christmas is all about?”

“Merry Christmas, bitch!”

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         “HEY.” His finger’s up, pointed at her, his jaw’s set crooked, and he’s got a look that means business in his eyes. “You put that goddamn fry back where you found it.”

@warmst !

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max's voice is great, this blog is great, you are great!

!!!

thank you so much for this. i’ve still got work to do! but this definitely made me feel better. thank you. you’re a real peach. 

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madebetter.

      ‘ kinda bloke do you think i am? ’ he asks, and has the gall to sound amused. as if he didn’t leave a girlfriend back in liverpool and forget all about her the second lucy carrigan walked into his life. he leans back, crosses his heart, shoves max’s feet off of his lap. ‘ just hard to surprise a girl who sees all, is what i meant. ’ 

Max takes this as an invitation to make himself comfortable in a different way ( instead of one to fuck off ). Without a moment’s hesitation, he swings his legs back up onto the couch and wedges his feet underneath Jude’s thighs, instead.

         “What kind of surprise are we talking here? Should I be worried?”

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madebetter.

      ‘ oh, is that right? ’ he reaches out to flick the underside of max’s chin lightly. he’s definitely the more scruffy of the pair, though neither of them are doing too fine a job of it. ‘ what’s your excuse for your shite job, then? ’ 

         “It’s temporary,” he says, no plans laid out for the future. What will he do, do, do, do, do, do --- ? There’s been a delay in discovering his own talents. Golf is up there, but certainly not pro. Pissing people off, if it were a career option. “No judgment from the guy who technically doesn’t EXIST in the good old U - S - of - A.”