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“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

FUCK.

Robert’s not the person to turn to when in need of emotional support. He takes a logical approach to issues which require a more delicate touch; a disconnected apology, a compliment, a hug.

He can’t understand how she could think of a grade-a asshole as ‘the love of her life.’

         “Then there was an error in judgment,” he says. “On both ends.”

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“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

FUCK.

         “It does what it’s supposed to.” He turns the device over in his hand, lifts his eyes to steal a glance at Ambrosia, and holds it out for her to take. “Please don’t break it.”

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Mace is on the fast-track to proving that knocking the wind clean out of his shipmate is more hobby than nuisance, these days. Capa’s left hunched and gripping his knees, wheezing, furious.

         “Might be overdue for a psych assessment, there, Mace.”

@cybled​.  —  sc.

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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diosasbody.

    well, he’s a sucker, because diosa isn’t a part of mankind !diosa fixes him with a stare.

      “    say, haven’t we met ?    “  she says, as she chucks the empty snickers wrapper into the trash. she knows full well she’s never seen this particular man before, just others similar. his hair is much longer than that of the other two.  “    listen man, it was just sittin’ here. i’ll buy you another one.    “ 

He chooses not to grace her question with an answer, which he supposes is enough of one in and of itself. He watches the trash can almost mournfully: it’s been a successful but entirely unrewarding experiment. 

Robert turns his body and throws his chin halfheartedly in the general direction of the nearest vending machine.

         “That was the last one.”

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WHAT ARE YOU ASKING? THAT WE WEIGH THE LIFE OF ONE AGAINST THE FUTURE OF MANKIND?  . . .  kill him.   /   an independent robert capa of sunshine.

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voidoom.

        ‘ i’d prefer it if you did. ’ 

she’s been looking straight through him for the longest time, but her eyes finally settle on his. please. she just wants to rest easy for once, and a lie would make it all so much more bearable. please. he doesn’t have to believe it. he just needs to have a little mercy. please, please, please. 

            ‘ –you know, i don’t think i was cut out for this after all. ’ 

She knows better than most that Robert isn’t wired for this. With Cassie, maybe, a ghost of a smile and a heated speech about physics would do the trick, but Even is expecting him to take a real swing at consolation. She digs into herself and he’s suddenly desperate for the right response, sitting straighter, and swallowing what little spit seems to remain.

         “Don’t say that.” Would a touch help? His fingers jump at his side. No. “We have a future here. We have a future.”

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         “Icarus.” He doesn’t break eye contact with Jo. There’s a beat of angry silence while he waits for the OS to throw some light and a, ‘Yes, Capa?’ his way. “Do me a favor and jettison Johanna’s bunk the next time she calls me that.”

@illripyourthroat​.  —  sc.

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Capa greets Sim with a monotone, “Sorry I missed your birthday.” It would sound insincere and mocking coming from anyone else, but this is how he communicates. This is how he secured his role as the outsider.

He brandishes a box, a gift that he’d been holding behind his back, and smiles with his mouth closed.

         “They’re sunglasses,” he says. “I think they suit you.”

@sparkskept.  —  sc.

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“Hey Capa, we’re only stardust.”

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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.

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HE Y BOBBY ‘ try hard not to freak out. ’

FATHER JOHN.

         “Alright, then.” He’s already sweating; already struggling with the weight of the suit. He jerks his right shoulder into a better position in its sleeve and flexes his fingers back into place. “You go out.”

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voidoom.

either he’s missed the point or is wilfully ignoring it. she supposes it might’ve been a blessing, if only she was the kind of woman who could push everything out of her mind the moment it begins to inconvenience her. but she can’t. and it’s fucking with her head.

      ‘ oh, ’ she says finally. her voice is distant. ‘ that’s good to know. but it doesn’t really help, does it, capa? ’ 

It’s not an answer  ---  certainly not what she’s looking for  ---  and Robert knows it. He lets it hang there, unfinished, like a song that ends on the wrong note.

         “I’m not going to lie to you, Eve.”

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‘ the future can’t be real, i barely know how long a moment is. ’ i told u i was gonna bring the space hell blog back

FATHER JOHN.

The only indication that Even’s been heard is the pause, then slow resumption of movement in Robert’s jaw as he chews. He considers reminding her that the future is layer upon layer of alternate realities, of possibilities, but something tells him that that way of thinking is of more comfort to him than anyone else.

         “It’s about a minute and a half,” he says instead. “If you want to get technical.”

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LYRIC STARTERS from FATHER JOHN MISTY’S ‘I LOVE YOU HONEYBEAR’. —     change pronouns if necessary!

‘ fuck the world. ’

‘ it may be just us who feel this way. ’

‘ you’re the one i want to watch the ship go down with. ’

‘ the future can’t be real, i barely know how long a moment is. ’

‘ it’s just how we expected. ’

‘ everything is doomed, and nothing will be spared. ’

‘ you’ve got your father’s scorn, and a wayward aunt’s schizophrenia. ’

‘ but everything is fine. don’t give into despair. ’

‘ i’ve never done this — baby, be gentle. ’

‘ people are boring, but you’re something else completely. ’

‘ i wanna take you in the kitchen. ’

‘ dating for twenty years just feels pretty civilian. ’

‘ i haven’t left your bed since. ’

‘ how about forever? ’

‘ seems like you and i need to have a crazy conversation. ’

‘ it’s a trial run. ’

‘ when can we talk? ’

‘ i just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man. i mean like a goddamn marching band. ’

‘ oh my god, i swear this never happens. ’

‘ i feel so unconvincing when i fumble with your buttons. ’

‘ she blames her excess on my influence, but gladly hoovers all my drugs. ’

‘ i obliged later on when you begged me to choke you. ’

‘ there’s no need to fear me. ’

‘ i love you as you are when you’re alone. ’

‘ i can hardly believe i’ve found you and i’m terrified by that. ’

‘ — kissing my brother in my dreams or finding god knows in my jeans. ’

‘ pull more women than any two men or train can haul. ’

‘ you think i’m fucking crazy. you’re mistaken. ’

‘ she’s gotta listen to your tired-ass lines. ’

‘ only ever be the girl who just almost died in my house. ’

‘ try hard not to freak out. ’

‘ it’s not cheap, but here i am, giving it away. ’

‘ don’t be my last strange encounter. ’

‘ the moment you came to, i swore i would change. ’

‘ yeah, i’m a decent person. little aimless. ’

‘ i’ve said awful things. such awful things. ’

‘ telling people jokes to shut them up. ’

‘ my brain’s so awfully glad to be here for yet another mindless day. ’

‘ i’ve grown more disappointing to you. ’

‘ no one ever really knows you, and life is brief. ’

‘ what’s that got to do with this black hole in me? ’

‘ we met in a parking lot. ’

‘ but i’m still drunk and hot. ’

‘ i’ve become jealous, rail-thin, prone to paranoia. ’

‘ for love to find us, of all people. ’

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formaveri.

      Venia pauses for a moment, rubbing the back of their own palm with their thumb. He was a bit difficult, but Venia wouldn’t pry for too much longer. It wasn’t appropriate for anyone to do so, even if they were a God. 

      “I want you to speak from the heart, and speak the truth of how you feel. I won’t push anything but this is my specialty.”

He peels his side from the end of the couch, adopting respectable posture where he sits on the floor. It’s not as if he’s stewing in his suffering, so he’s not sure where their want for sincerity is coming from.

         “What’s your specialty? Making people uncomfortable?”

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         “Are you planning on patronizing me for this entire conversation?”

@palmburnt.  —  sc.