BURY A FRIEND.

haven't you ever wondered,  𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙢 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?

[wrotemurder]

sinsought‌.

    taking a step closer to his colleague and farther away from his sleuthing the man glances to his watch. a sharp inhale through his nose and his dark eyes dart back to the woman. ❝ I suppose I could let you have fifteen minutes to finish up. ❞ still though he lingers, his fingers coming to drum across the back of her guest chair in a steady rhythm.

    ❝ any new progress ? ❞ they weren’t supposed to talk about work so freely amongst one another, the government wasn’t exactly encouraging that at least. still though, he could try to see what she was learning. it wasn’t that he was interested in subject 469, though its abilities did linger in the back of his mind like a fog. unknown and uncertain of their extent. the powers of the creature, whatever it was, could not outweigh how tedious and downright annoying it was though. 

     leaving the haze that even thinking of 469 created in his mind roy invited himself in the very chair he stood next to. ❝ big breakthroughs ? ❞

                 while roy takes a step closer basil stands her ground, gaze steady as she has to stare up, even if only slightly, at the man. her brow is set and her gaze is passive, but firm.   fifteen to finish  ?   she nearly scoffs at the comment, instead basil offers another smile, this one tight.  ❝ i appreciate that, thank you. ❞ instead of offering roy the spare seat she knew he’d take anyways, she moves to the other side of the desk and sets her things down. best not waste what little time she’d been allowed, after all. 

                    his inquiries felt moderately well intended, despite not being per protocol. she hovers over it for a moment, as if contemplating what to say. which she was, weighing her word choice carefully.   ❝ not really. ❞ she sighs, exhaustion weighing the words down. adjusting the rim of her glasses she glances down at the notebook she’d brought in with her and her mouth twists uncertainly, before she glances back up at him.  ❝ he’s not really... the most cooperative. ❞ a truth she was willing to spare, and she shrugs her shoulders loosely.  ❝ it’s like playing an entirely different game every day. ❞ she gets to work, computer password typed in with ease and she gets to work transferring notes onto the document at hand.  ❝ you? anything exciting you’re working on? ❞

[themanofgloom]

shipping prompts

feel free to send in more than one at the same time!

“kiss” - your muse passionately kisses mine on the lips

“thumb” - your muse runs their thumb over my muse’s knuckles

“twist” - our muses’ legs intertwine while they’re cuddling

“caress”  - your muse caresses my muse’s cheek

“wash” - your muse gently washes my muse’s hair 

“carry” - your muse carries mine when they’re falling asleep

“comb” - your muse grooms my muse’s hair

“snuggle” - your muse snuggles up against my muse

“tears” - your muse wipes away a tear from my muse’s face

“back” - your muse slowly rubs my muse’s back

“stare” - your muse stares lovingly at mine

“thigh” - your muse runs a hand across my muse’s thigh

“clothes” - my muse finds your muse wearing my their clothing

“neck” - your muse gives a gentle kiss to my muse’s neck

“hug” - your muse hugs my muse for a long time

“lap” - your muse rests their head in my muse’s lap

“hands” - your muse tightly holds onto my muse’s hand

“sleep” - our muses fall asleep together

[littlelovelymemes]

*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

[rpstartersinc]

feel free to change pronouns / wording !

“ good news ! i’m gonna be coming home soon ! ”

“ i gotta get back to work. ”

“ you were right, i did lie to you. ”

“ you alright ? you just disappeared the other night. ”

“ give me a break. ”

“ i only work with professionals. ”

“ i knew i shouldn’t have worn my good shoes. ”

“ oh shit, glad i had my shots. ”

“ you stick with me. ”

“ need a nice hero shot of me coming down the ladder. ”

“ you shouldn’t be here. ”

“ where are you taking me ? ”

“ are you gonna tell me what’s going on ? ”

“ i’ve been bad, i deserve this. ”

“ you shouldn’t have done that, it fucking hurt ! ”

“ welcome to the family, son. ”

“ rise and shine, sleepyhead. ”

“ god damn it, i bet it’s that cop again. ”

“ i’m comin’ back for you. ”

“ you’re wasting your time. ”

“ shut up and listen if you want to stay alive. ”

“ you gotta give me your gun. ”

“ i can’t let her catch me again. ”

“ i am sick and tired over being sick and tired of your bullshit. ”

“ sure as shit beats the hell outta dyin’. ”

“ which - in a word - means, you’re fucked. ”

“ i will find him and i will make him suffer. ”

“ wish you could’a warned me. ”

“ what the fuck ? that’s special. ”

“ i’d really like to make it out of this room alive and not die a horrible, painful death. ”

“ guess i’m gonna have to step up my game. ”

“ not only are you still alive, you have all your fingers and toes. ”

“ i’m not sure anymore. ”

“ i’m going to enjoy watching you die. ”

“ don’t be scared. ”

“ i’m tired of waiting. ”

“ it is your fault, but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you die. ”

“ those things are everywhere. ”

“ why does everyone hate me ? ”

“ playtime’s over. ”

“ they say that when one door closes, another opens. ”

[wrotemurder]

                              𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[wrotemurder]

falsefatale‌:

 head turns to voice, her first thought, ‘through the ringer’, as eyes focus on face, second thought, ‘small town pretty’. her eyes focus on the broom; third thought, ‘pitiful’. she doesn’t smile, though the sight makes her want to laugh - even she couldn’t do much damage with a broom. her hand reaches out to fondle the curtain as she finishes her entry, head tilted in a lack of amusement that matches her expression.  “why? he get sentta’ prison or somethin’?”  her eyes begin to wander the apartment, fingers dragging on the wall as she takes a step, and then another, closer to the girl; thus far, she’s of no threat to the intruder. she begins to wonder aloud, “ya’ here all by ya’ lonesome,  Cinderella?” - this apartment is too filthy to not have Willy in it. more steps. ‘he must be hiding,’ she’s sure of it. and if he doesn’t come out soon, she’ll have to start threatening, whoever this gal is.  head turns back to the girl who’s space she fully intends to invade as she takes her final steps towards the (sleepwear?)-clad girl, glancing at her from face to toe, and back again, before she places her hand on the one holding the broom, inching her face closer to the other’s.                                                                                   “an’ how d’ya know William?”

                  if she were dreaming, she better wake up soon. it’d hard to believe she was standing there in her pajamas, staring down someone standing in her kitchen --- her brother’s kitchen, that’d just climbed in through the window.        ❝     he’s    dead   .     ❞    a firmness she doesn’t usually allow settles in the base of her chest and expands outwards, her lips press firmly together as she clenches her jaw to keep from trembling. put seven feet under long enough ago that if you dug him back up he’d hardly be there, but she could show the intruder where he was, if she wanted to talk to him that bad.

                ❝     if you want something, just ask.     ❞  she has no patience for the twenty questions. is he here, are you all alone? the damage was already done, this girl was already standing in her kitchen, and already approaching. diane, rightfully wary, takes a step back with each step harley takes closer, grip tightening on the broom. little damage or not, the knuckle whitening grip she had on it was comforting in its own right.

                   when her relationship to william was questioned, she stands up straighter, even if just a little bit. it takes a lot in diane to not take off towards her room and call the cops, or even to start swinging her broom in self defense. perhaps her self preservation was just a bit stronger than she wished it was.             ❝     he’s  -----    he was my brother  .     ❞   

[wrotemurder]

sinsought.

   deep mahogany eyes focus on his constituent’s desks scanning and analyzing what glimpses of paper he could catch sight of. it wasn’t fair that she had been assigned to subject 469, roy didn’t believe that she was ready for such a task but it was better that it ruin her mind than his own. it’s the sound of the door clicking open behind him that causes him to spin on his heals, a well practiced imitation of a smile spreading on his face. 

    “ staying late ? or can I buy you in a drink after work ? ”  @wrotemurder​

                  finishing up a day’s worth of work was the last thing basil was looking forwards to. still spinning off the tail end of a conversation with her subject, ( ALTHOUGH THE WORD SEEMED TO MEAN LESS AND LESS ) all of that time wasted was to be left to be made up in the privacy of her office. of course, it should’ve been, if not for the figure standing before her desk as she steps in. it’s with great surprise who meets her there as he turns around, and it’s with a rightfully wary stare that she meets his smile. 

                    what are you doing in here    ?      the inquiry burns in the back of her mind, but it doesn’t escape her lips.    like clockwork, his smile is returned, but it doesn’t settle the sinking feeling in her stomach.  it usually never does.       ❝      i was going to stay in and finish some work, but if you’re buying . . .     ❞    who could pass that up?     ❝     are you leaving at six ?     ❞

[divineresources]

dead by daylight sentence starters.

everything that glitters isn’t gold.

i have true sight.

i’ll hit you with everything i’ve got. then i’ll do it again.

there’s no limit to what you can achieve, as long as you back it up with hard work.

i promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what i plan on doing.

i’ve jumped from higher places.

come, we’re going to rip our way out of this.

there you go, you’re learning my friend.

so, remember once you get in there…..pretend like you don’t care.

there’s nothing to be scared of.

are you able to tell us where you were last night?

there’s what is easy and then there’s what is right. if you confuse the two, there’s no telling what you become.

i want to finish what we started. 

i want to kill it.

catch ya on the flip – flop.

buckle up, fuckos!

all this time i’ve been trying so hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but it’s not.

we’re all in this together.

u mad?

that’s not enough to beat me, not even close.

paying attention is what kept me alive through the years. that, and my good looks, of course.

i have a bad feeling about this.

okay, stay calm. don’t overthink it and just keep moving forward: you got this.

show me what you can do.

focus, even in these desperate times.

yeah, that’s a no.

nope. 

that was the boogeyman.

there is a voice that doesn’t use words.

showing up when things get rough, listening to people’s problems, and supporting those in need: that’s how you become stronger, that’s how you grow.

you’re doing it wrong! 

let me show you how it’s done.

i’m gonna stealth this one.

what the hell is this?

the paint is still fresh, but i’m long gone.

okay, look. if we survive the next 24 hours, then i’ll take you out on a real date.

i’m going to be here when you wake up. 

you’re going to make it.

there’s just some things you’ve got to do.

where did she go?

bask in their fear.

he stops at nothing.

now why don’t you just fucking die?

no excuses, no equivocations…..no crying.

she touched your skin, you bear the witches mark.

this is no place for cowards.

you’d be surprised what tools can save a life.

if you don’t stop and catch your breath…..she will.

are you going to behave?

[ask-meme-addicts]

@wolfpupy twitter ask meme

❝ its all fun and games until its not that anymore ❞

❝ i grow more powerful every day and by powerful i mean sad ❞

❝ only the good die young? phew good thing that i am so incredibly awful ❞

❝ if theres one thing i dont know about its everything ❞

❝ heres some general life advice, when the sun hits the ground find somewhere to hide ❞

❝ surfs up. hail satan ❞

❝ after 13 long years congress approved a bill that will finally let the bodies hit the floor ❞

❝ hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever ❞

❝ in a way aren’t we all responsible for my actions ❞

❝ some say love is a river, me i say things that make sense ❞

❝ if your newborn baby has a full head of hair that means it is a business baby and is ready to enter the world of finance ❞

❝ i may be dumb as hell but i am also insanely stupid ❞

❝ take every thing you own and throw it into the ocean who cares ❞

❝ you know the old saying, boys will be trash ❞

❝ one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa ❞

❝ if i could shoot anything with a gun i would probably shoot another gun, the hunter become the hunted ❞

❝ lets forget about the bodies for a second. what do you really want to let hit the floor? your feelings perhaps? ❞

❝ i’ve seen a lot of things in my time, which i blame on me leaving my eyes open. things got a lot better once i decided to just close them ❞

❝ learning from mistakes is for people who recognise that they make mistakes. i dont give a shit ❞

❝ there are few things in life that can’t be achieved with occult dark magic ❞

❝ how to predict the future: think of the worst possible thing that could happen ❞

❝ halloween is forever bitch ❞

❝ who are the real criminals, me who does the crimes or the people who hurt my feelings all the time ❞

❝ looks like things are always happening once again ❞

❝ i am going to lay completely still on the forest floor until either things start going my way or i disintegrate into nothing ❞

❝ im sure im going to ruffle some feathers with this but given the choice between good times and bad times i would like to have the good times ❞

❝ the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead ❞

❝ tired of people always telling me go to hospital and that i’ve lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it ❞

❝ i hit the hay all day mother fucker. 24 hour sleep cycle. if you awake you a fake. its bed time bitch ❞

❝ i hope one day i will find love, or a cool looking leaf. either one ❞

❝ piles of uneaten candy will signal im dead ❞

❝ the hairless rat is not a new species, merely a result of my failed scam of shaving rats and selling the hair back to them at a high price ❞

❝ we let the bodies hit the floor then what? next we’ll have bodies hitting walls, roofs, you name it, bodies will be hitting it ❞

❝ sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us ❞

❝ yeah yeah blame the guy whos dna matches with the dna found at the crime scene. surprise surprise ❞

❝ for as long as i can remember i have been able to remember things, maybe even before that ❞

❝ yeah i looked both ways before crossing the street, i looked both ‘handsome’ and ‘radiant’, too bad i got hit by that car ❞

❝ stop living in a dream world and start living in the regular nightmare world all of the rest of us live in ❞

❝ blood moon, very cool to see. and whats the sun doing again? the same regular thing for the millionth time? what a load of worthless trash ❞

❝ if existing for an amount of time has taught me anything its that i have no idea whats going on ❞

❝ hurled my bible at the paper boy and knocked him off his bike with the real news ❞

❝ i’ll go in whatever direction the wind takes me, and if i am too heavy for wind to move me around i will probably just lay down and die here ❞

❝ i’ve said it before and i will say it again, i think people should give me hundreds of dollars and feel good about doing it ❞

❝ wow, i’ve never thought about it like that before. and i never will. i’ve already forgotten what you said, good bye forever ❞

❝ stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons ❞

❝ dont betray me and act surprised when i get revenge on you, thats the number one consequence of betraying me. everyone knows it. even babies ❞

❝ blood is just nature’s red water that flys out when you make a mistake. relax and enjoy the experience for once ❞

❝ reached the limit of what you can do with imagination? why not try occult dark magic ❞

❝ if anyone needs me i will be laying face down on the ocean floor ❞

❝ its time to forget the mistakes of the past and start making the mistakes of the future ❞

[wrotemurder]

            CRIMSON STAINS A ONCE FRESH VISAGE,  wesley tastes iron in his gums and leans back, fingers pressing his nose closed. he’d been punched, but really, he’d deserved it. if anything, there were few moments that wesley didn’t deserve a good punch. a voice is heard much before it was registered, and his free hand comes up to bat away the sunlight as he holds it up to cover his eyes. wesley squints up at harley from his sprawled sitting position on the ground, look of disbelief quickly replaced by a cheerful, bloody grin. 

                          ❝             DAMN,                   thought you’d never ask.        ❞      that quesarito meal was calling his name.           ❝      did  we  win  at  least    ?     ❞        not that he should’ve  ever expected her to jump to his defense when he gets attacked, but    hey     ———   a bitch can dream.

                           @falsefatale​​ whispered:    “ i’m so glad that’s over, let’s go eat taco bell “

[phantomemes]

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

[wrotemurder]

                          @sinsought​     //       ❝ yeah, yeah, blame the guy whos dna matches with the dna found at the crime scene. surprise surprise ❞

                                           ❝        WELL  ,      ANDREW    ,           ❞     impatience isn’t masked lightly, her brow threads upwards and her lips twist into a slight scowl.    ❝  that is how one gets convicted of crimes.  ❞      with more than enough to deal with on her plate as it was, christine couldn’t help but idle irritably before him, fingers gripped just a bit too tight on the handle of her briefcase.           IF LOOKS COULD KILL, SHE’D BE GUILTY OF A CRIME TOO  !!

                       instead of direct action, there is a lenience offered to so few. to friends, to allies. a deep, heavy sigh escapes her chest, and she shakes her head. only once, a slow back and forth motion and the deep set of her brows hints a         warning,           rather than a suggestion.       ❝     i suggest you      clean up after yourself       next  time  .     ❞       oh she’d just hate to see him behind bars.

[wrotemurder]

                              𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[wrotemurder]

falsefatale‌:

@wrotemurder​

 in a way, it’s home sweet home! if she drove a little farther (or even took the subway - unthinkable in the city she’d moved to at eighteen, but the only way she’d gotten around prior to the upheaval), she’d be in Bensonhurst. maybe she’d stop at her ma’s salon on the way back. but for now, it was just business. and when you make a deal with a psycho clown bitch, she comes to collect. even if it’s been a year or two.  she’s got her face slightly obscured (though, how obscured can anything be, when it’s covered by a leopard print hoodie?) - when you freshly break out of an asylum, it’s best to show some discretion. and fuck knows, she’s not willing to go back without this plan of hers being put into place. that’s why she’s climbing a fire escape, like a goddamn teenager sneaking into her boyfriend’s apartment. and why she’s busting the window, like a crazy teenager sneaking into her boyfriend’s apartment.  “ ’ay, Willy. where ya’ hidin’?”

          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐍𝐎𝐖.     BROTHER UNDERGROUND,  a kiss goodbye to one of the last good things that had followed you into adulthood.     SLEEP SOFT, YOUNG ONE. he hadn’t deserved what he got, diane knew better. she knew her brother and knew his strengths, knew that conflict made his stomach weak and his palms sweat. once the baby, always a baby. yet it didn’t stop from putting him seven feet underground, her parents idling through a crowd of people they’d invited to a funeral for a son they clearly never wanted. it was like a wedding, all of the laughter and upturned glasses, expensive champagne and the scent of endless macaroni and cheese.            she’d left early, and hadn’t seen them since. she’d moved into william’s shoddy, cheap apartment shortly after, eager to get away from all of the noise of people who recognized her face, who wanted to know why the dear darling hartleys no longer had anything kind to say to reporters. no, she knew nothing, leave her alone.        don’t bother me anymore.     steam curls off a mug of freshly brewed tea, ( don’t be deceived ! it’s dirty. )   bare feet slap against linoleum as she drifts through the kitchen and towards the bedroom, ready to call it a night.                                                                         so     early   ?        how disappointing.          well she WAS, until the cacophony of glass shattering catches her attention, has her spinning quick on her heels and reaching for whatever was closest to defend herself. it was a broom, but something was better than nothing.

           ❝     𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄.      ❞    her voice is firm, she stands her ground, the utterance of her brother’s name on this stranger’s lips is enough to make her chest strain with the remembrance of an ache she’d thought she finally forgot.   ❝    i suggest you leave, and now.    ❞        the threat of calling the police, while silent on her lip, hangs heavy in the air.