noen astor

[suspend]

Please don’t use ‘I love you’ as a filler when you’ve got nothing to say. Don’t use it as an alternative for ‘sorry’. Don’t use it when you’re feeling bad or mad. Don’t use it to escape an argument. Don’t say it out of pity. Don’t use it against someone. Instead, please use it wisely. Calm yourself then think once, twice, or maybe even a hundred times before using it. Question yourself before uttering it. Make sure you know it’s what you feel before saying it. Say it only to the right person. Say it because you mean it. Say it because not saying it makes you anxious. Say it because there’s no other word nor phrase that compares to how you feel. Say it because that person earned your trust to hear it and last; Say this to yourself. You deserve it.

 3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[whatisnoen]

[destroymylife]

[whatisnoen]

MC AC 001

Running. He was always running... But the ends never met. He never got any closer. Never got any farther. Forever stagnant. Or just... cyclical. Just like now. Thunder cracked overhead and Noen instantly sat up in bed, sweat beaded along his forehead and making the slow descent down the length of his face, low half gasps mingling with the sound of pelting rain. He was afraid - he just wasn't sure of what. As though it was some undiscovered secret of his subconscious self; kept from him, because it was much too terrifying to comprehend in the real world. But what was real anymore? By the time he'd mulled it all over, it was morning. And Finneas was attempting some semblance of breakfast. "Finneas, I swear, they're happening more often now..." hand slammed on dining room table. It was for emphasis, nothing more, but he'd managed to startle the help in the process, her plump frame jumping and spilling tea onto the table cloth. He'd waited up all night for this moment, and he was already doing it — and himself — a horrible injustice by acting this way. Noen offered her an apologetic sort of smile, removing his hand from the table before returning his gaze back to Finneas, who looked both unamused and unimpressed. Decidedly seating himself and being tremendously more quiet, he spoke again, words barely above a whisper, "I'm not crazy, I know what I'm seeing... it's like my dreams are trying to tell me something... ever since that night..."                      'Just in case I don't make it back.' That night. He shuddered at the thought, but every time he mentioned it, he remembered those words, mind flashing right back to that moment. Time stood still, winded as he stood there standing at Finneas. It was no longer that night, but he could feel everything he did when it happened. He had died that night, they both did. It was a different kind of death, different times, different places, but he knew the other could feel it just the same as him. It was what finally brought them together, after all. Noen exhaled unevenly. "Do you remember how much that night hurt? It's like that, but a hundred times worse... you feel it inside and out," he paused, gaze warily shifting back to his boyfriend's own to make sure he was still listening, "I see it, Finneas, it's almost like it's inside of me. I can't explain it, but I need you to believe that I can see it. I can feel it. And it wants to hurt us..."

[whatisnoen]

AC180: connections

donnie dimaggio

Donnie and I go way back. I've known him since I was in high school... but I think what you need to know, even before that, is that neither one of us is a good person. Deep down, you don't want to know us. Donnie's helped me, and I help him. Our friendship runs deep. Back when I was in high school, we were at a pretty big party together and he hooked me up with some drugs... not just for me, but also for a certain girl that was there, too. I needed a favour. It wasn't that I couldn't get any girl I wanted that night - not at all. I just didn't want anyone to remember that night and start talking. So I drugged her. With his help. She had some memories, though.. and I wound up expelled from High School. But it didn't matter because those drugs made it impossible for her to definitively point a finger at me or him for anything specific. Just harassment and stalking. Whatever. She ended up killing herself, in case you're wondering. Something we're both grateful for. That's what she gets for trying to accuse us of anything.

eden stark

I'd never met Eden before Sloane, but I'd definitely heard of her. I may have even seen her work. So when I saw her face here, in this very town, I knew it would be a great opportunity for us to connect. Combining both our audiences is a genius idea, isn't it? I mean, who doesn't want a boost to their follower count? Plus, it was a great way for me to start to branch away from the teeny bopper audience that makes up most of my fans. Not that I hate them, but... this isn't Disney. I don't wanna be the male version of Hannah Montana forever. I don't watch kids tv, I wouldn't know what male equivalent is. Don't judge me. Anyways, as I was saying. It was a great opportunity, so I took it! But maybe I should've talked to her some more before having her on my show and making a tiktok... because now.. NOW.. I have to deal with her crazy obsessive stalker, Charlie. What the fuck? You think she could've warned me or something... I guess it's also my fault, too. I didn't take him seriously at first, when he sent me some aggressive messages. In fact, I kind of taunted him. That didn't go over so well and now the freak is harassing me and leaving me little 'gifts'. Yeah. Super fun. It's not cute. I told Eden about it and, well, yeah... she educated me on who he was. So that's where we're at. I love that for me.

juniper soleil

Juniper literally walked right up to my front door in Georgia and I let her in. Complete stranger, and I let her in. Most people might think that's crazy, but... I dunno. My parents were home and even though she was looking like a complete homeless person, I felt like I had to let her in. Especially since she was looking for 'The Astors'. I figured she had business with my mom, that she was here for community service or something. Not gonna lie, if it wasn't for that, I probably would've locked her up in the basement. But that's not important. Anyways... she actually came looking for us because she got a match to my ancestry page after I took a DNA test for a tiktok. My mom ran the ancestry page, and welp. Juniper came. And after talking with my mom, and my mom divulging all our fucking issues, Juniper had the brilliant idea to convince my mom to move me to Sloane. Literally what the fuck? Whatever. That's where I am now, and it seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that I'm here??? This place is crazy. I mean I guess I'm glad she's family, but... seriously? Is this some kind of joke? Sloane?

jade michaelson

After I was expelled from High School and the details of it covered up thanks to my parent's money, I was homeschooled. How lame, right? It's about as nerdy as nerdy gets. My parents were SO into it. Too into it. They were so into homeschooling that they made me go to fucking homeschooling conventions to socialise with other homeschooled kids. Insane, right?! Absolutely mental. And none of the kids there were anything close to what I wanted to associate with, but my social media influence made it impossible to avoid fans. Thankfully, my one saving grace in attending those dumb things came in the form of Jade Michaelson. She was kind of quiet and shy, but she was the closest thing to normal out of the sea of GPA obsessed mathletes. We kept in touch, of course,  even after homeschooling. I mean, how could we not? We bonded. And now, surprise surprise, we met again here, in Sloane. I'm not really sure what to expect, but at least she's here to show me the ropes.

mia mitchell

Oh, boy... Mia and I are a little complicated. I was introduced to Mia a little unconventially... but I don't wanna get ahead of myself. Let me start where I first met her: at Shears. It was literally my third day there. And she comes in and sees me, her face lights up. I immediately think she's a fan, but no. Oh, no... she starts on about how she thought I would recognise her. I'm thinking 'the fuck is this girl on?' I'd literally never seen her in my life. But you know, I think maybe when I was drunk at a party or something, but no. She says 'from the pictures I sent you'. By now my face is probably fifty shades of confused. I can tell that she can tell, too, because she immediately looks embarrassed. The poor girl, I kind of felt bad... she'd obviously been deceived by one of my many impersonators, probably. And low and behold, she has. She shows me where my pictures are being used, and I apologise because whoever she's been talking to is definitely not me. But I don't call the person behind the account just yet. Instead, we decide to get back at whoever it is, teaming up to coax them into meeting up and confronting them face to face. I didn't tell her I'd put it on TikTok, though... maybe I should mention that...

[whatisnoen]

AC 178

"Tell me again about your son."

"Noen?"

"Yes, Noen. You mentioned earlier about feeling detached from him."

All it took was those words and the office suddenly had the same antiseptic feel of a hospital, memories flashing back in her mind of a past she longed to forget; all the hairs on her body standing on end. How could she tell her therapist the truth? She wouldn't - couldn't. And yet here she was, already slipping. Gaze shifted to the floor, then to the wall, a soft smile forming on her lips. Warm, trying to play off her silence as happy reflection.

"He's a grown boy, he has his own life. He doesn't need me."

She gave a small shrug, moving a hand over her stomach. Part of her wanted to scream, but the other part knew better. This was her burden to bear. Maybe in another town, another life, she could admit the truth - her truth - without having to worry about the repercussions of her actions. But that was a fantasy, a dream, a wish - one that would never come true. Could anyone really blame her? She wasn't sure. But sometimes she felt like Noen blamed her.

"Noen was never like Neil or I..."

"He wasn't like you how?"

The blonde froze. For a moment, she thought she'd been reciting what she wanted to say in her head. It was only now that her therapist spoke that she realised everything had been spoken aloud. She flushed, palming over her legs as though she were pleating or smoothing her skirt.

"Why, I just mean that he's got a different set of hobbies... interests. He's a... good boy, he is. He just makes mistakes the way most kids do. Oh, but part of me feels like he resents me. It's a phase, though, isn't it? Children go through that. I remember I hated my mother, my father... I would have done anything to get away from them."

Words faded, eyes falling a little sadly. She appeared to wilt right then and there, no longer the vibrant confident woman that walked into the office.

"You left your family, do you think Noen will do the same?"

"Yes,... no.. I mean... well, I don't know what I mean. I just want him to realise that he doesn't have to... Oh, Dr. Keane," She had to pause, the lump in her throat making it nearly impossible to speak, "I hurt him, I know I have. I just don't know how to make it better. I don't want him to leave. He's the light of my life, he's all I have. The good and the bad, he's my baby." Another pause as she scrambled to find her words, “I think I’ve broken my son...”

[muse-with-fuse]

Llamas with Hats sentence starters (pt. 2)

“We’re supposed to be on vacation!” “I don’t know about you but I am having a WONDERFUL time here.” “You toppled the South American government while on vacation?!” “You pushed the resistance leader into a giant death trap!” “He was a traitor and a scoundrel.” “He was trying to stop you from killing the rest of the people!” “It was horrifying- your mouth unhinged like a snake.” “I can’t go anywhere with you, can I.” “Whoa, that was a foot. I appeared to have swallowed an entire person.” “That hurt my feelings, now we’re both in the wrong.” “I wanna go home.” “I’m leaving!” “I should probably mention I filled our luggage with orphan meat.” “I’m building a meat dragon and not just any meat will do.” “You know what? Forget it. I’m not even shocked anymore.” “I feel like I’ve been issued a challenge.” “I totally don’t remember your name.” “We’ve known each other for __ years and you don’t know my name?!” “This has become the norm for you.” “Now that right there is a mess.” “There’s an impostor on the loose!” “I’m not responsible for this. I’ve been jamming on my saxophone all morning.” “I just had this cleaned yesterday!” “The footprints lead directly to you!” “It’s- Please tell me you had nothing to do with this.” “WHAT’S THAT? IT’S HARD TO HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF A NUCLEAR MELTDOWN.” “Who’s laughing? Clearly not all the people who’ve just exploded.” “I’m leaving, I’ve had enough of this.” “Friendship is two pals munching on a well cooked face together.” “Well… you’re probably not gonna like your birthday present.” “I’m sorry, I thought you liked dead bodies! Clearly there has been a miscommunication.” “You’re right, it’s not nearly as tasteful as I pictured it inside my head.” “I think I’m gonna throw u- Oh God, one touched me.” “That’s not the problem! What made you think any of this was a good idea?!” “I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.” “I know you’ve done SOMETHING.” “You’ve always done something- it’s a lovely day out, we’re having a good time, what did you do?” “Whatever do you mean? You’re mistaking me for some sort of a scoundrel.” “I may have created a crack in space-time… through which to collect baby hands.” “I don’t understand how or why you do anything.” “I know it’s fucked, but after the last time with the nuke and the faces… I… think I was expecting worse.” 

[muse-with-fuse]

P&SG sentence starters

Lots of swearing below. You’ve been warned!

“Contrary to popular belief you are not here to collect men or sugar!” “Focus and stop acting like fat ass hoes!” “That’s the fucker we’re looking for.” “Fuck, you’re a hot piece of ass.” “Having a good morning?” “That’s your cue to go, sweet cheeks.” “How are you feelin’ this morning?” “Fuck off. Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my goddamn sugar.” "Is there anything hard you refuse to jump on?” “Oh stop it with the self-righteous bullshit. Everyone’s got a hobby.” “First of all, why the fuck do you think I know the answer to that?” “Oh lord, grant me the patience to deal with you!” “You’re acting like you don’t even give a shit!” “Number one, that was cheesy. Number two, you smell like shit.” “I’m going to make that fucking fucker pay for fucking covering me in this shit.” “Repent, you motherfucker!” “Faster does not mean better, you asshole.” “Yeah, real fucking profound.” “You’re way too old to rock leather pants. Seriously, you look like Mick Jagger’s grandpa.” “I, ah… I’m visiting the elderly at a nursing home.” “Get your skank ass out here and help me!” “What’s up, shit pickle?” “Now, you do realize this is all you fault right?” “The only shitstorm here is the one that’s coming out of your mouth all the time.” “You do know what incognito means right? It’s the opposite of that.” "I’ve met the janitor and he’s hotter than you.” “You may also refer to me as Queen/King ___, Her/His Majesty, or God/Goddess.” “Ugh, aren’t you supposed to be in the trash?” “Stupidity results in death in my classroom.” “I’d also like to break a window and design a cheap trashy teen fashion line.” “God just did not design you for thinking, did he?” “Giza’s next? Where’s that, Florida?”

[muse-with-fuse]

Things drag queens have said

From various Rupaul’s Drag Race videos. Possibly offensive language. Feel free to change the pronouns/sentences as you see fit!

“Hate is a strong word, and that’s why I used it.” “I’ve nothing to say to this bitch.” “I hope you bought my merchandise, you asshole.” “It’s so hard to keep my lovely skin clear and soft and luscious for the bitches like you.” “I gotta do what I gotta do. I’m twelve pounds soaking wet you son of a bitch.” “…but you’re cute though, so I’ll let you say what you gotta say.” “I think that you’re wrong. I think that I look fine, all the time, and I don’t think you really focus on my costar who looks worse than me.” “YOU’RE the fucking joke!” “Thank you. Thank you for your advice. Finally something I can use. Cause I can take this advice, AND WIPE MY ASS WITH IT.” “Come say it to my face, we’ll see how boring you think I am.” “You know exactly who I am. I’m the person that won’t sling back at you, because I think you deserve love the way I do. I’m your mother, bitch.” “I couldn’t get enough of seeing how horrible you are.” “I love it, I live for it, bring it on, CUNTS.” “As long as I have an hourglass that’s all that matters, right?” “He didn’t say hello, ’cause he was an asshole.” “Well of course I’m a goddamn mess, I’ve got ___ all over my face!” “You know what I say to you? Don’t hate. Participate.” “You don’t have to understand, you don’t have to be a fan. At the end of the day you’re still the loser.” “You could shoot me in the face and the bullet wouldn’t hit the skin. I’m in it to win it.” “I guess we’re not really friends.” “He’s the queen of the people.” “Usually our relationship is me making fun of you, and you crying.” “Thank you for hating so much. If there wasn’t hate, there wouldn’t be love.” “I’m conceited because of all this [gestures at self] it’s called flawless.” “It’s a little game I call, ‘how much can I hate myself?’” “You could’ve been meaner than this, I wanted to get emotional.” “You sound a little bitter honey, but God bless you.” “I’m beautiful on the outside only? You must have really high standards for what insides look like.”  “I hope I’m saying that right, I wouldn’t want to mispronounce an asshole’s name.” “She is huge, she’s clumsy, and she’s a bitch.” “I guess we’re friends now, I can’t seem to get rid of her.” “She’s so much more than a great set of legs. She’s also a whore.”

[whitewingdove]

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[muse-with-fuse]

Llamas with Hats sentence starters (pt. 1)

“There’s a dead human in our house!” “Oh, hey, how did you get here?” “Me? Hey- I didn’t do this.” “Explain what happened!” “I’ve never seen him before in my life!” “Why did you kill this person!” “I do not kill people- that is, that is my least favorite thing to do.” “Tell me exactly what you were doing before i got home.” “So I was upstairs, I was, ah,uh sitting in my room, reading a book, and this guy walked in…” “…So I went up to him, and I stabbed him thirty-seven ties in the chest!” “Dude, that kills people!” “Oh, wow, haha, I didn’t know that would kill him.” “How could you not know that it would kill him?!” “Yeah, I’m in the wrong here. I suck.” “What happened to his hands…? Why are they missing?” “I ah, kind of cooked them up… and ate them!” “Look, I was hungry, and when you crave for something, well,” “My stomach was making the rumblies…. that only ____ could satisfy.” “What is wrong with you?” “What on Earth was all that?!” “I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.” “You sunk an entire cruise ship!” “Are you sure that was me? I think I would’ve remembered doing something like that.” “I SAW you fire a harpoon into the captain’s face!” “That sounds dangerous.” “You were shoving children off the side of the ship!” “That must have been horrifying to watch.” “Then you started making out with the ice sculptures!” “Thank God the children were not there to see it.” “Why is the floor all red and sticky?” “Would you believe it’s not blood on the floor? That it’s strawberry milkshake? Melted gumdrops? Some of God’s Tears?” “Tell me the truth!” “It was the lovely elderly couple from room 2B.” “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” “They were taking all the crescent rolls.” “I will not apologize for art.” “Where is everyone else?” “Whoa, you won the prize! I didn’t even notice that!” “Looking at the trajectory of the moon and sun, the rest of the people are probably at the bottom of the ocean. I put holes in the lifeboats.” “Okay, okay, I have a problem, I have a seriously problem.” “You are just terrible today.” “Shh, do you hear that? It’s the sound of forgiveness.” “That’s the sound of people drowning, you idiot.” “Ah yes, the sound of forgiveness: screaming and then silence.”

[cockroach-queer]

Sometimes I’m like “ancient greek plays are so old, how am i going to relate to the characters?” but then 

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