ghost boy

i'd rather be a ghost this season disconnected, I don't like the feeling thoughts ricochet with the walls and the ceiling my chest so tight, I can't even feel my breathing primm about

[warrenxmott]

qceenofdance‌:

She had been lucky to miss the blizzard altogether. Hana was out of town for a few business opportunities but she never imagined to return to Primm in its current state. Everywhere she turned, she witnessed more chaos and destruction. The blonde could only hope that her friends were safe and weren’t too terribly inconvenienced. Driving past the trailer park, Hana caught sight of a young boy out in the cold, which concerned her since he wasn’t warmly dressed. “Sweetie, what are you doin’ out here in the freezing cold?” She called out from her rolled down window.

The teenager’s attention had been temporarily distracted from the cat as an unfamiliar car rolled up, and his brow furrowed as a woman appeared through the rolled down window, furrowing even further as she called him sweetie. He wasn’t used to that. “Cat,” he replied bluntly, if not awkwardly. “Uh, my mom’s cat is under this thing and won’t come out. He’s an indoor cat, so I think he’s like... scared or something.”

[warrenxmott]

prxphcts‌:

A leisurely stroll through the trailer park was rarely to take a trip down Memory Lane– the further he could put Damian out of his memory, the better, and it was moderately shocking he hadn’t gone through a secondary lapse of recklessness when the other surly vocalist had reappeared and vanished into thin air again after berating him in the middle of the grocery store and in front of his kid. The irritation lurked around the fringes of his mind, reminding him that the other male existed somewhere in the world, sulking around back alleys and dark corners wherever he was. Cyrek didn’t care to know and he hoped to keep it that way, attempting to look forward to his future and with that, came consideration of what he would like in his life from this point forward. For today, the only plan on the agenda outside of work at the bar after six was a little bit of a last hoorah of sorts, the blonde hoping to evacuate the remainders of tainted, acrid taste of someone else’s skin burned into his tastebuds. Carefully picking his way through the snowbanks in his Doc Martens, watchful for the patches of slush that might have accumulated underneath it on the unsteady dirt that resided underneath it, his observant eyes were quick to catch on to the figure shuffling around, crouched low, off to the side of one of the trailers that looked like it might have taken a beating in the blizzard. The whole trailer park was rough, to put it lightly, and most of the trailers had seen better days if not been destroyed a fair amount altogether. His curiosity piqued by the male’s apparent turbulence with whatever he was dealing with, he decided it might be a situation that his help was welcome, unlike several predicaments he had run into with the less friendly neighbors of the trailer park that had been strung out on crack enough to threaten with a gun they may or may not own, either of his attire or general altruism. “Hey, kid.” Olive skin barely peeking from the collar of his faux fur coat, hands in his pockets and mismatched eyes shielded by sunglasses in spite of the cloudy day a little bit hungover, guilty as charged, he quirked his pierced eyebrow over the rim of the shades when he stopped beside him. Leaning forward, he peered past the piece of scrap metal, assessing the so-called Mickey inconvenience. “No good… I think he’s fuckin’ stuck down there.” Plucking the cigarette from behind his ear and placing it between his lips, withdrawing his hand from his other pocket to spark the cancer stick, the vocalist gestured toward the sheet of metal. “Think I could lift it, if you can get the old bastard out. Sound good?”

Warren eyed the other male with a bit of suspicion. He was clearly not from around here, and if you weren’t from around here, your motives were questioned a bit. The park had a drug problem, selling it, doing it, either or. It wasn’t uncommon for the cops to be at one home or another. “Yeah, either he’s stuck or he just wants someone else to come get him. It’s like he doesn’t realize his days are already numbered enough without the cold.” He rolled his eyes a bit and tucked a strand of auburn hair behind his ear. “Just like... be careful. He bites.” The boy adjusted his position, focused intently on Mickey now, ready to grab the bony old cat the second the sheet of metal was lifted. Despite not being a particularly athletic kid, he’d always had quick reflexes.

[warrenxmott]

xchoiapple‌:

apple grasped her umbrella tight as she walked. it wasn’t raining, but she didn’t want to get the dusting of snow in her hair. she’d worked too hard doing it that morning to have it ruined with dampness. the girl passed the trailer park as she walked back to her cousin’s house. she’d moved to primm too late to catch the snow storm but the remnants of buildings made it evident that the snow storm had been awful. apple had never seen a trailer park before, the only trailer’s she’d ever seen back home were small ones meant for camping. her cousin had had to explain to her what a trailer park was. one of the houses didn’t seem to be too poorly affected and she saw a boy standing outside. she noticed he was talking to someone. considering she was the only one around, she assumed he was talking to her. the girl approached slowly when she heard the cat hiss and came to assume the boy was speaking to the cat. apple looked at the boy. “i can help you…”, she said, softly. she was shy speaking english around people who’s native language it was incase she sounded bad. instead of stressing about it, she closed her umbrella and stuck the end of it under the scrap metal and lifted it gently so the boy could go under and retrieve the cat. 

Despite how soft the girl’s voice was, the sudden sound of it made Warren jump a little, his head snapping over to see the source. He watched silently as she propped up her umbrella under the pile of debris, visibly impressed with how easily she seemed to lift it up. Before the cat could run, he grabbed the raggedy old thing and held him tight in his arms. “Thanks,” he mumbled out, wincing a bit as Mickey dug his claws into his arms. He couldn’t remember the last time his mom had clipped those nails, which added to the disarray of their home with scratched up furniture. “I think he fuckin’ hates me or something, he never comes when I call his name.”

[warrenxmott]

tylrhntr‌:

When Tyler realized it was Warren who had seen him fall, he couldn’t help but flash the younger man a little smile, albeit one that held embarrassment behind it. “I’ll be fine, my man. Just sore.” He pushed himself up from the ground and moved farther away from the ice now that he was standing, not wanting to take any chances. He was just glad that Warren hadn’t laughed at his dumb ass - he knew that he was a good kid. “How’ve you been? Been a minute since I’ve seen ya,” Tyler wanted to distract from the fact that he’d fallen now, not wanting to dwell on it anymore despite the fact that he could already feel how sore he’d be tomorrow. “I saw Maren on the search for a hammer.”

Warren gave a quick shrug of his shoulders. “Same old, same old. Just been at school and shit, waiting for spring break to come around. Or spring in general, honestly, I need to hit the skate park.” Most of his days off were spent either holed up in his room, sleeping, or hanging at the skate park. “But yeah, I just saw her a bit ago too. The storm fucked with our door or something, I dunno. I just know she’s hellbent on fixing it herself. Your place make it out okay through all this?”

[warrenxmott]

marenmott‌:

“what do you think?” maren said with an eye roll, beginning a slow (for maren) stroll down the street. “she barely acknowledged the issue. joey gave me some of her cash from her tips, but she doesn’t get paid for another week and now who knows when she’ll get paid again. at least everyone’ll need babysitters while they get their lives straightened out. you wanna help out with that? or are you afraid you’re gonna kill a kid?”

“Man, you know I don’t fuck with kids.” More than that, Warren didn’t fuck with jobs. He dug his wax pen out of his pocket and took a hit, blowing the vape smoke in the other direction, away from his sister. “Actually Joey’s been trying to get me to apply to Primm and Proper ever since she saw their help wanted sign for a bus boy. Sounds like it sucks though, not really about it.”

[warrenxmott]

Trailers weren’t known for being weather sturdy, and it was heavily proven during the storm. Kingpin Trailer Park was in shambles, many of Warren’s neighbors were without a home now, and the Motts had to count themselves lucky. However, no matter how (mostly) in tact their trailer was, Warren’s mom wouldn’t rest until her cat Mickey was back at home, hiding in her room as he usually did. He was old and raggedy, adopted just a few months before the twins were born, with a jealous side towards the two that he never quite got over. It was Warren’s job to find him, so here he was, layered in two flannels and a thin jacket, looking under piles of debris around the park. It took him maybe twenty minutes until he found the decrepit old cat, who hissed and retreated further back under the giant scrap of metal he was hiding in. “Mickey, c’mon,” he pleaded, snapping his fingers a few times, and made some coaxing sounds. “Don’t be stupid, you’re going to starve out here.”

[warrenxmott]

musicdeaky‌:

[warrenxmott]

marenmott‌:

“felicity doesn’t know what the fuck to do with anything,” maren retorted quickly and quietly, mind already onto the next thing. “miss baker isn’t home. her RV is fucked, by the way. i think she’s staying with her daughter in henderson or something. we got off lucky. or, you know, as lucky as people living in a fuckin’ RV can be. but yeah, the door is, i don’t know, squeaking. i have a whole list of shit we need. you busy?”

Warren chewed on the thought for a second. He was barely skating by with the grades he had, and couldn’t afford to skip any more. But... “Nah, not really.” He shrugged. “I’ll come with as long as you don’t make me do anything. Mom give you money for this or is she making you use your babysitting money?”

[tylrhntr-deactivated20200718]

[ timestamp: after valentines day ]

Tyler was feeling pretty good. For the first time in a while, actually, he felt great. He’d escaped Primm for a few days after the big snowy shit that had hit the town, going home to Summerlin to see a therapist and stay with his mother. He’d gotten a ton of stuff off of his chest, even in one appointment, and it felt fuckin’ good. Being back in Primm, though, was nice - he always missed being in town when he wasn’t there, missed his trailer and all of his things. Walking through town, cigarette hanging from his lips, he’d been doing a bit of window shopping. His day had been going well… Up until now. The next step he took on the sidewalk was right onto a patch of ice, sending him slipping and falling right down onto his ass. “Jesus, shit,” He groaned, reaching up to remove the cigarette from his lips and letting out a hiss of pain. “Fuck me, that shit hurts.” Tyler placed the cigarette back between his lips before shifting away from the ice, pushing himself up so he could stand. That was sure as hell going to bruise - he’d slipped on ice last year, too, and it had left him black and blue. “Pretend you didn’t see that.” He said, looking at the person nearest him as his cheeks went a little red with embarrassment.

[warrenxmott]

Living in the southwest, it came as no surprise that Warren wasn’t used to snow, nor was he well equipped. The jackets he owned were thin, and he’d never worn a pair of snow boots with good traction in his life. So the ice that followed the snow? He’d had a couple close calls himself. It wouldn’t be that much of a problem, he kept telling his older sister, if he’d finally have that damn truck he’d been begging for. But instead she ignored him, and kept religiously salting the sidewalk and driveway. It was a little barren outside when he left the coffee shop (two extra espresso shots, the boy was always tired) and out of the corner of his eye, spotted someone take a quick tumble on the ice. He winced, like he could feel phantom pains himself, and turned around. Although his friends were the opposite, Warren wasn’t one to laugh at something like that, not usually. “Your secret’s safe with me. You good, dude?”

[warrenxmott]

Warren was born with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, and it’s felt like that ever since. He grew up with half finished lego sets, unbeaten video games, a lingering apathy for everything he picked up. His mother said he was always like that, he didn’t know if it started when his father passed when the twins were eleven. Their parents fought like normal parents did, but that night it was unusually bad, and Thomas Mott got into his truck to escape for the night in a hotel. Nobody took into account for the storm that followed, and Mott Sr’s truck was found flipped on Route 66. The funeral was hard, and for years, his mother has held contempt for him for showing little to no emotion through the service. He didn’t think about it much. He preferred not to think about much in general with the help of a wax cart in one hand and a juul in the other.

Although she was his best friend, he was incredibly unlike his twin sister Maren. It was a shock they always ended up in the same grade together with how little effort he put into his schoolwork, skating by on an average of a C- that put him in remedial classes purely for behavioral issues. “A pleasure to have in class, but could stand to put in more effort.” Maren didn’t have to tutor him, he understood the text, he got the lesson, but if it made her feel like she was helping, he let her sit with him at night and go over what he needed to know for whatever test was next. He knew she would always have more opportunities than him, and if it weren’t for their financial situation, she would’ve gone somewhere else than Primm Community College right along with him.

He tried not to be home much, instead preferring to be at the skate park with the small handful of friends that he had. Some say he fell in with the wrong crowd with some of those friends, picking up on petty theft and minor vandalism. He’d only been caught once, brought home shortly before his eighteenth birthday to a livid older sister, and a mother staring blankly at the television. In truth, he preferred his mother if only because she didn’t tell him what to do, she didn’t pay attention, there were no expectations to live up to. Instead he had his sister, juggling a home she didn’t have to.

Was he bitter? Maybe. But Warren wasn’t one to let it show.

[marenmott]

@primmstart​

[after v day]

maren always walked with purpose, even if she didn’t know where she was going. it was a byproduct of her personality– go now, think on the way. this was in full effect as she barreled down the sidewalk in search of any open store. she didn’t know exactly what kind of store, but there wasn’t a lot that her dilapidated RV didn’t need at this point. typically she found that people avoided her intense gaze, but a poor soul had caught her eye for a moment- or maybe she just imagined it…

“hey, you know where the fuck to get a hammer in this town? i’d accept a big cartoonish blow up mallet at this point, actually”

[warrenxmott]

Warren had spent the past few days at his friend Mike’s, as he did sometimes to escape the chaotic energy of his house. He was on his way to class (late and a little too stoned as usual) when he saw his sister marching down the sidewalk. It was her usual demeanor, the energy she gave off was commanding. “What? Did mom finally give back that toolbox to the neighbors? It’s about time, she didn’t know what the fuck to do with it.”

[charmion--kassil]

[ Snowstorm ]

“Can you believe it?” Charmion asked, crossing her arms to trap her body heat. It wasn’t too uncommon to snow a little bit in Primm (and parts of Las Vegas), but not like this. Charmion had a bad feeling that something was off. “All this snow coming in, and tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day. I’m spending my favorite holiday on a blind date. Weird as it sounds-” and it was weird, given how experienced Charmion typically was on dates, “-do you have any advice for blind dates?”

[warrenxmott]

Warren didn’t have much luck with girls. He had the looks, he didn’t have the charm. They typically liked him up until he opened his mouth. Or didn’t. He was sat at the bus stop, hands shoved into his jacket pockets when the girl next to him spoke up. “Uhhh...” The question caught him off guard. “All I’ve got is some cliche shit like be yourself or whatever. Drinking probably helps.” He turned his head to her a bit. “You meet this dude off Tinder or something? It’s probably not that weird to go on a blind date for Valentine’s Day anymore.”

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

6 Balloons (2018) Directed by Marja-Lewis Ryan

[sharmans]

Stuck in Love (2012), dir. Josh Boone

[vital-dust]

[wszyscymnienienawidza]

[aphelionbruise]

boy is jumping off church roofs in desperate attempts to feel whole again, boy is drinking vodka and holy water in class to purify his soul that he says is a desert wasteland. he is a river, deep and twisting, wild and dark but dark like a forest not a starless sky. he is tired, down to his blood cells.

boy is “try harder next time” boy is “smart kid but doesn’t apply himself” boy is “needs to contribute more to discussion” boy is trying, he is cough syrup and caffeine, a system that is rusting and breaking.

boy is an mgmt song that doesn’t quite sound like music, but he’s hoping you’ll dance anyways.