Graves are for the Dead ☠

[youfuckingfiend]

//are any of my fellow rpers still active? <3

[youfuckingfiend]

limitlessxxpotential‌:

He doesn’t lash out at the involuntary cry, which gives her the smallest slip of assurance that she won’t be punished for it. It wasn’t like she could have controlled it after all she’d seen and heard tonight. Already she felt so emotionally drained that she felt as though she could sleep for days. Maybe if she did this would all prove to be a terrible, vivid nightmare brought on by stress. She would wake and find her father at the table, drinking his coffee with his cronies nestled in the corners of the room, and her stepmother would be perched at his side, heavily invested in something trivial and rattling off something that her father would only be half listening to. He would ask her what was wrong and tell her to lay off the caffeine before bed. Yeah, that would be a nice dream, wouldn’t it?

Her ghoulish captor speaks again, and once more she is unsure of how to respond. “What do you want me to say?” Said as though she’s hoping he’ll spoonfeed her the answer that will keep her alive. He doesn’t make any sense. Of course her father ruined lives; she had no disillusions about that subject. But her own? No… No, he’d never do that to his own child. It didn’t make any sense. Why would he ever want to do anything to her? “What?”

Nothing felt real anymore. Of course, she had heard rumors of such a place, even back in her younger school days. Crossing her arms over her uniform and squeezing her books to her chest as one of the private school boys whispered animatedly about how he totally had proof that this wretched place was real, he just didn’t have it on him. It always lifted an air of discomfort around the group, only broken by a clumsy joke that it would be the only way he’d get a date. It wasn’t funny but everyone would laugh anyway, just to end the conversation and the heavy air that pressed down on them from it. The idea that she was going to be sold like some object to be possessed scared and confused her. This couldn’t be real… “Show me.” She swallowed, trying to rid herself of the lump in her throat. “Show me the contract.”

Fear from the timid has always stoked a madman’s fire, but the delicate nature of her voice manages to cut through the baseline desire to destroy. Whether it’s the chemicals that have warped his brain, or just the trauma of having survived it, we can’t be sure..--but Rose has never been a target. Not even when Grissom had done him dirty before and she was likely the easiest way to get under the boss’s skin. He could have seduced and used her to piss him off, but that would have left her broken, and he, likely with a fucking bullet in his head. Burying his face there at her temple, he murmurs his response; “Say you looked at me the same way I look at you, now.” A grin parts his features, freeing the back of her head  to tuck that hand beneath her other arm, swaying them both with hands firmly splayed on her back. 

She’s been spoonfed lies by the person she trusted the most, and we wonder what that might do to a young and impressionable mind.. So does he. A handsome, albeit splattered expression finds hers, a flutter of excitement brewing in his abdomen for the degree of trust in her tone. Easing a hand into his pocket, a key is retrieved as he leads her towards the desk, only to place it in her palm when they reach it. “Second drawer, red binder..kitty cat.”

[baking-accident]

when it’s time for your favorite character to show up

[raychjackson]

mood

[youfuckingfiend]

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[youfuckingfiend]

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[youfuckingfiend]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛✨ You lovely dear 😘😘😘😘

thanks baby! xoxo

[betterlucknext-deactivated20190]

[youfuckingfiend]

limitlessxxpotential‌:

Dark eyes squeeze shut, left with no other option to limit the misery than to hide from the sight of it. The screaming seems to go on forever, and whether or not here brain has conjured the sound of wet sawing, it now is audible amongst the screaming. And through it all she hears the singing, rising amidst the horrible din. When the screaming finally stops she is tempted to peek, and lids open a fraction so that only vague silhouettes are visible. It wouldn’t surprise her if the events became sexual, given how completely twisted this man is, but it seems the violence isn’t over. Once more she hides her view, fully turning away so that even if her eyes open again she won’t see what is happening beside her. Finally, the screaming dies, and while she does finally turn, she refuses to look directly beside her at what remains of her stepmother.

Her body trembles as he inches into her sights, tears falling fresh. The moment he touches her a hysterical cry frees itself from her lungs, a reflex before she forces it back down her throat. It’s proven anything will set him off, and now all that’s left for her is to try to survive this ordeal, however long it persists. How could he tell her not to mourn? He might not feel the same but that man had been her father, not simply an employer. He’d tried to protect her and guide her, at least that’s what she’d always believed. Flawed in his reasoning, but her only parent nonetheless. She remains still as he cuts her loose, both fearful of accidents or retribution for any perceived slights. How she’d wanted badly to kiss him not too long ago, in the privacy of that kitchen. How many things could change in such a short time… It’s in her best interest to let him lead her into a dance, and her body will woodenly comply, silently burrowing her face into his chest to continue to hide from the carnage surrounding them.

As her cry is freed, he does not gain the same sense of glee as he did from the other too, but rather closes his eyes with a empathy pulling at his expression. Allows it, and is not triggered to harm, if only because she doesn’t understand it yet.. The full picture, where her life had already been signed away to a fate of abuse and further neglect, where she could never rise to greatness-- and he will come to confess his findings in due time.

And in taking her close, he is reminded of how it had been forbidden to even speak to her for little more than a few minutes. How the Boss had pressed that he would be nothing but a bad influence on her, and that he would find equal reason to slit his throat if he ever pursued it. Though he was the team’s trickster and playboy, he remained at a distance for the sake of respect-- but now that it’s all been blown to hell and her attraction has been undoubtedly compromised, he will allow his hands to glide to her back, where one rests at the small, and the other behind her head. “Not so pretty anymore, am I?” A sick, defeated little giggle exits in their close space, unnerved by vanity and the lust to hear of his perfection, all his life. “My life wasn’t the only one he’d planned to ruin, Rose..-- and you were so sweet. And you were so undeserving of his punishment..Baking us sweet things, head in your studies and so hungry for success..”

With a soft inhale of her hair, he will now pull back with ghostly-white features in her view, where fingers wipe her tears. “This has always been our lives. Mine, your father’s. Violence. Greed. And he might have told you that he intended to protect you from it, but there is a contract that says otherwise.” Oh, how his voice is ten octaves of calm, so wonderfully different than the gruesome rage that she’d heard only moments ago. “He arranged to have you moved after your last term..” ---- “Have you heard of Gotham’s Marmont?” Anyone below elite status would never know of such a poisonous place, where upscale women are more or less raffled to escort those in higher power, whether that be to important events or simply for..less public uses. “He never intended for you to have a future, Rose.. You were always a chip to be bargained, if it meant to gain the favor of other tyrants.”

[youfuckingfiend]

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Her head was reeling; it never occurred to her that her father might make such drastic decisions when it came to his women. Carl was willing and able to kill anyone that laid a hand on his wife, and it made Rose wonder if he had been the same way with her mother. Did he feel that same fierce need to protect his child? It certainly made her wonder what was the most important thing to him. If it turned out to be Alicia, it would break her little heart into a million pieces.

The blonde beside her is far too stupid to think calmly in such a situation, rather taking the way of the lemming and panicking. Her eyes are wide and more distressed muffling eeks out through the gag. Perhaps it’s her lack of engagement in the situation that keeps her from crying out from around her gag. Though she does fall victim to the need to try and free herself, so while her stepmother heaves and whimpers uselessly, she’ll struggle in her restraints. She doesn’t belong here; shouldn’t be a part of this. Here she was, being held hostage simply because of her father and his decisions. The flower doesn’t want to believe the insinuation that her father made these choices, much less in error. Only hearing the word bullet makes her pause, looking up to her captor with horror. No! Not her dad. Not the only person left in the world that cared. He wasn’t perfect but he was her father, and her struggles renewed with a vengeance as though she had a chance to free herself and get between him and the bullet that was promised to him.

Whatever is whispered to Grissom, she cannot hear but knows that whatever it is has chilled him. Such fear in those eyes, like she’d never seen before. He gives a sound off to his employer, and the girl’s eyes fill with tears. Now she joins in with Alicia in trying to cry out from around the obstruction, only to be drowned out with a gunshot. The horrific sight is something that will never leave her, burned onto her retinas for the rest of her life. Her wailing doesn’t cease, so deep and consuming that her body sags and her throat aches. Somehow her mind manages to remind her in her grief that the threat has moved away from her father’s body, and she forces herself to follow his progression. How could he sing a soulful love song while murdering and terrorizing? Not so long ago she’d loved this music and danced in time with it, but now that’s over. Like her father’s life. He’s sick, undeserving of every ache his supposed passing had caused in her. The muffled screaming starts up again and the first sight of red on the blonde’s skin, and now the orphan squeezes her eyes shut, turning her face away from the carnage and praying that it ends soon.

The blonde’s screams fill a deranged focus with such a crushing pang of satisfaction, his chest giving such a heavy flutter that his breath will catch in a short hum of laughter through his song. To witness agony from a pretty face fulfills him greater than he’d expected, yet no less than the sight of a bullet plummeting through Grissom’s mouth. Sclera of forest fixtures now drown in a mess of red, the frayed incisions peeling back and parting wounds down the center of her face. And he sings louder, a furrow brow hovering with a passionate sense of release, standing after those youthful lips of hers are cut jaggedly at the corners, cutting the gag off to better hear Alicia’s sounds of terror. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...... SHHHH..” A bloody palm rises to tilt her jaw up, to face a disturbingly calm expression alight with bedroom eyes. “Do you wanna suck my cock now? Hn?” He pauses, lowering the blade to her mouth. “Open...open..openopenopen..” The hushed, hurried demand is reluctantly obeyed, but when the knife is placed open her tongue instead, unmatched fear will widen stinging eyes. He’ll let it linger there for a short time, lean in to slowly lave over a stream of red tears down her cheek, only to turn in and whisper. “....swallow....” With an abrupt thrust of the blade, the tip of it cuts the back of her throat, chips away at the flesh now before it’s railed deeper. His wrist turns, repeating a slow thrusting that soon becomes more vigorous and violent, slicing away at the back of her throat and down her esophagus until blood is coughed up and spit out to halt her screams. Her body tremors, and our killer’s laughter will ascend like an opus, watching the viscera spill down her throat and chest, until one, final thrust will pale her, upward through her skull. 

Her breathing seizes, and he will slowly stand to look down upon his work, his chest expanding with such fondness, yet all is given is a quick crack of his neck before those dark eyes shift, finding the orphan with a much more sedated glance. Blindly pulling the blade from Alicia’s mouth, he will inch towards Rose with steadier paces, kneeling and giving the knife a clean wipe against his spattered jacket before tucking it away. Now stained fingers will make work of undoing her gag, removing it from her face with a little coo. “I could never hurt you...but I couldn’t have you trying to stop me, either.” Crooking his neck, he will raise arched brows, signifying in his silence that there was no other choice. Open palms find her legs, glide upward and rest on her thighs. “Don’t cry for him.. It’s not our fault that he didn’t consider us as important as her. Not our fault that he tried to murder me-- and not yours for wanting your independence.” Hands now glide to the back of the chair as he remains face to face with the girl, cutting through her ties and freeing her, but it’s with immediate caution that he takes her waist and presses her to him, starting to turn and sway gently. “Dance with me..--this is a celebration.”

[ahsporn]

American Horror Story: Apocalypse Teaser, “Hourglass”

It’s time. 

[alvaromoser]

[cult-of-kai]

Evan Peters for ‘GQ’ magazine, summer 2018.

[evan-pizzers-blog]

Evan Peters poses for his GQ photoshoot, 2018.

[barbieteeth]

[ahsporn]

ME IF RYAN MURPHY DOESNT CAST TAISSA, JESSICA, CONNIE, & DYLAN AGAIN

[ahsporn]

Taissa Farmiga talking about The Nun & possible returning for American Horror Story