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BEAVIS,

@deathrejected sent: ⭐ hair ruffle like how dads do

beavis isn’t quite sure when he became friends with the sad sack that is richie, or why he hangs around him. he supposes he sees something beyond the depressing exterior, a bit of himself. plus, the guy’s real nice and beavis would hate to just turn him away when he clearly has something bothering him. ‘ hey—! ’ a boisterous laugh escapes him as he reaches up to swat richie’s hands away before leaning on one of the counters at the bowling alley. ‘ i know you’re just jealous ‘cause my hair is better than yours, but that doesn’t mean you can pet me like a dog! ’ the boy is teasing, of course. he doesn’t mind when richie shows affection if only because it never feels malicious in any way. maybe that’s why beavis likes him so much. there’s just something about him that’s trustworthy—at least more than other oddball adults he runs into. the guy hasn’t disappointed him… yet.

It’s almost a mystery, how much a child can affect a man so hopeless and near some avenue of death. It’s woven into him, Bill said once, into the fabric of his soul ; but that thread unravels just so each time he babysits Sophia, and each time Beavis enters his bowling alley sanctuary.

“Ya think so? Well it ain’t always gonna be that good, kid,” he jokes, resting his hand upon the counter. “My old man started losin’ all o’ his when he was, what, 16? I got lucky, but you might not.”

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ALEX,

@deathrejected​    :    nothing is worth betraying someone you love.

she agrees, despite the look on her face that makes it seem like she got punched in the face. alex is a complex person, no doubting that, and these days it’s very rare for what you see to be what you get. she has quickly learned about a persons capability to be bad even when they seemed good, quickly learned that trust was not something to give lightly. not that she’d trusted lightly. she never expected childhood friends to be the ones to hurt her. then again, she hadn’t expected to be hurt. hadn’t expected that every now and then she’d see her own face in the paper, small town lost at the thought of the girl who just vanished. maybe she should go further away, but for now she’s managing. it seems cutting her hair and going blonde was surprisingly good at hiding who she is.

“you’d think so, wouldn’t ya?” there’s a bitterness to the words, though not at all his fault. she always gets bitter at the concept of betrayal. in her head it all plays out again; flashes of yelling, falling. blood. so much blood. jayden tried to help…. but jayden still left. they all left. everyone she loved and trusted most left her for dead, hidden in the woods under a shallow pile of dirt and leaves. head shakes, the blonde forcing herself out of the thought. nothing good comes from spiraling now. “turns out most people didn’t get the memo.” it hurts, it does. the fact that they just left her to die.. people she’d known most of her life… they just left her there. they didn’t tell anyone what happened. it’s a betrayal, something alex wont ever recover from. “guess some people just don’t give a shit.”

Sudden bitterness causes his eyebrows to raise in response, only for a moment. He isn’t sure what it was about his previous statement that could’ve released such venom, but he accepts it nevertheless. In some way maybe it’s deserved ; in some way maybe it’s the universe just giving him some more shit in return for his loss of innocence and direction. Whether these things are inherently bad traits or not is unknown, but he does know he’s godless, and isn’t wicked listed as a synonym for godless in the dictionary after all? He sighs deeply - though, it isn’t unique to this interaction. It isn’t unique to him at all. It could be said that every breath he takes is a deep sigh ; be it from the toll that the chain smoking of cigarettes has taken on his lungs or his constant state of tiredness keeping his breathing slower, it’s always almost as if that deep sigh could be his last. But it isn’t, not this time. It’s simply what it is, a deep sigh. He wonders if he should even respond, if he’s even welcome to   ;   given the bite he received after his first comment, it might have been wiser to leave well enough alone. But then, it could be the first step of his DIVINE REAWAKENING ; HIS REDEMPTION ARC ! Or, he doesn’t care anymore how he’s treated. Whatever it may be, he cautiously ventures a response.

“Well uh, I dunno, I dunno what this situation is but . . . I mean, I’ve heard communication is key or whatever the fuck they’re always sayin’. Ya try talkin’ to those guys that, uh, betrayed you? It might help.”

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* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."

"i can't even trust myself anymore."

"anything to eat around here?"

"i hope to repay your kindness someday."

"you're a terrible flirt you know."

"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"how did you find me?"

"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."

"i take orders from your father, not you."

"you're not a very convincing liar."

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"why can't i come with you?"

"it was my fault. it was all my fault."

"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."

"this is the part where you apologize."

"is being drunk an excuse?"

"let me out of here! let me go!"

"aren't we in a good mood today?"

"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"there's nothing left for me here."

"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time."

"what happened? i heard a crash."

"was it you? did you do all this?"

"don't come any closer!"

"looking for something?"

"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"

"i thought you'd like this."

"you came back!"

"i like seeing you smile."

"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."

"it's better to expect disappointment."

"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."

"no way, i'm not doing that."

"it's you! you came for me."

"could you be happy here with me?"

"let me buy you another drink."

"why should i trust you?"

"he's only mostly dead."

"knowledge is power."

"i screwed up. i know."

"we're going to have to stay here tonight."

"help me choose something to wear?"

"i do care."

"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."

"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"

"you scared me."

"just try to hang on."

"i risked my life for you!"

"two years later and you haven't changed."

"we're not so different after all."

"i need you to trust me."

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"you don't scare me."

"i'm scared of what you're becoming."

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"that's quite a scratch you've got there."

"i've always hated it."

"this is the part where you leave."

"don't treat me like a child."

"you were talking in your sleep."

"what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"wait. i've heard that sound before."

"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"

"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."

"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."

"it's nothing personal."

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"i'll still be here when you wake up."

"don't you fucking dare!"

"you're lucky you're cute."

"it's too dark, i can't see anything."

"i swear it wasn't me."

"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."

"i've got your back, okay?"

"how long have i been asleep?"

"just who do you think you are?"

"i think i might've broken something..."

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"is this what you wanted?"

"what do you want in exchange for it?"

"did you miss me?"

"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."

"it's not safe for people to see us together."

"don't lie to me."

"i see a lot of myself in you."

"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."

"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."

"who do you fight for?"

"it's rare to see your kind around here."

"walk with me?"

"i know you better than you think."

"why did you bring me here?"

"what did you want to tell me?"

"you don't even know my name."

"it's nothing, i'm just tired."

"of course i care. you're my family."

"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."

"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"

"you want me to punch him in the face?"

"please... say something."

"who the hell invited you?"

"we need to be careful."

"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

"we're locked in!"

"don't be naked. i'm coming in."

"do you ever get afraid?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"promise you'll say something if you need help?"

"where have you been?"

"there was blood everywhere."

"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"we're safe, aren't we?"

"how about a little midnight snack?"

"how many people have you killed? how many?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."

"you look... amazing."

"this isn't just about you. it's about what's best for all of us."

"you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner."

"in about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"i wish we never met."

"you're late."

"we all have secrets, don't we?"

"i know i have a right to be angry, but i don't want to be."

"i see you don't recognize me. well, it was a long time ago."

"you showing up here must be fate."

"some risks are worth taking."

"you've been so quiet. what's on your mind?"

"you must be lonesome over here by yourself."

"you're very kind. some day it'll get you killed."

"this seems... dangerous."

"snap out of it!"

"have you been following me?"

"you can't or you won't?"

"how long have you been standing there?"

"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner."

"we can't keep going on like this."

"i don't need your help."

"i think i'm getting sick."

"i know who you are. i know what you've done."

"please tell me you have a plan."

"i just wanted to see you smile again."

"can i ask... what happened?"

"tell me it's not true. please."

"would you run away with me?"

"don't look at me like that."

"wow, look who remembered my existence."

"why are you really here?"

"have a drink with me."

"life is about more than just surviving."

"treat me like the princess that i am!"

"it's a gift. i had it made for you."

"thank me after we get out of this alive."

"you're not human, are you?"

"are you kidding me? we're not 'fine'!"

"they're better off without me. but i guess that's their choice."

"are you lost too?"

"come on. it can't be that bad."

"i don't like this. it feels... wrong."

"will you stay with me? just for tonight."

"can i help you?"

"you don't need to protect me."

"you can't leave me here alone!"

"you can stay with me."

"quick, this way. before they see you."

"i think the power is out."

"did you ever care about me?"

"did you hear that? it sounded like a scream."

"being strong doesn't mean never asking for help or admitting you're in pain."

"i'm here to drink alone."

"i did warn you not to trust me."

"you could've just used the door."

"you know, i really hoped i'd never see this place again."

"nobody tells me what to do."

"why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"i'm really not one for crowds."

"don't be so dramatic."

"something's coming."

"i just wanted to do something good for once."

"you don't have to shout at me!"

"forget about me. just save them."

"it's fine. nothing i haven't dealt with before."

"i guess it runs in the family, huh?"

"this isn't our fight. it's my fight."

"do you ever stop being so serious and dull?"

"i heard you were dead."

"i'm going to get you out of here."

"that's a terrible story."

"here, take this. you'll catch a cold."

"you slept with her, didn't you?"

"i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn't sure."

"evacuate the civilians, i'll buy you some time!"

"he was unconscious when i found him."

"you don't have to hold my hand."

"i'm not leaving you."

"you're not getting away this time."

"you're clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me."

"i would give my life to keep you safe."

"do you want me to go?"

"trust me, these people are not your friends."

"i guess it's my turn to thank you."

"i bought two. here."

"i need to go. i can't be here."

"it's four in the morning. what are you doing?"

"do you ever stop talking?"

"it's not going to be easy, you know."

"well, how do i look?"

"are you threatening me?"

"you can never admit when you're wrong!"

"may i have this dance?"

"he knows more than what he's telling us. much more."

"we can't fix this. can we?"

"count me out."

"i don't know. shut up. i'm not blushing."

"let go of me! i have to help them!"

"i won't let anyone hurt you."

"do you ever hear yourself?"

"i've never had any sort of family before."

"you look better in my clothes than i do."

"i'm still learning."

"oh, i get it. you're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice."

"death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago."

"you see everyone so clearly except yourself."

"is this seat taken? sorry, it's a bit crowded here."

"what are you smiling at?"

"we're in completely different leagues."

"what if i never see you again?"

"we should get a pet."

"don't touch me. get away from me."

"i want to be there when you get what's coming to you."

"i'll believe it when i see it."

"you're lucky that i found you when i did."

"you're not dating anyone, are you?"

"you're not alone. i'm here."

"i never want to see you again."

"we can just sit here, you don't have to talk."

"i could show you the way."

"do i frighten you?"

"i didn't realize you were in so much pain."

"well, this is where i live."

"i'll be here. when you're ready to talk."

"you refuse to tell me where you're going?"

"i've seen you before, walking by."

"was that a friend of yours?"

"i'll make you bleed."

"wait. did you hear that?"

"i'm not even going to pretend to understand what you're talking about."

"i made a mistake."

"why don't you just kill me?"

"it's a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?"

"i already made my decision, you're not going to change that."

"i thought you... i saw you get shot."

"take me with you."

"you look awful. what happened?"

"you knew and you didn't tell me?"

"you shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you."

"how about you let me show you around?"

"i'm just saying, murder is an option."

"what's that smug look for? you think you can do any better?"

"for some reason, i'm attracted to you."

"you defeated it? alone?"

"i didn't want you to see me like this."

"don't go. please."

"how do i know you're real?"

"rough day today?"

"seriously, what is that thing over there?!"

"i'm not sober enough to talk about this."

"you should've thought about that before you got into a fight."

"you like this, don't you? i remember you saying that."

"what now? i'm tired."

"it won't be easy, that's for sure."

"watch what you say. the trees have ears."

"can you forgive me?"

"just let me do this for you."

"why were they coming after you?"

"why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

"why did you help me?"

"would you like something for the pain?"

"why did you come?"

"you snore in your sleep. it's adorable."

"i'm glad i could share this with you."

"just admit it. we're lost."

"well, don't stand there in the rain. come on."

"i really thought you were gone this time."

"if you tell me yours, i'll tell you mine."

"are you... smelling me?"

"i have a spare bed."

"your plan's gonna get us all killed, and you know it."

"find someone else to listen to your problems."

"i promise i'll never hurt you again."

"where do you think you're going?"

"it appears my trusting nature got the better of me. it's happened before."

"how did you get this scar?"

"you stepped on my foot!"

"i'm not sorry."

"i don't know how you do this every day..."

"what did you wish for?"

"there's no turning back now."

"see? i'm not just a pretty face."

"i'm on your side."

"do you remember anything? at all?"

"you don't know who i am, do you?"

"please don't do this, don't act like you care."

"i just want to take it all back."

"am i not good enough?"

"i won't let them hurt you."

"i'm fine, let me see your arm."

"why can't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?"

"this is wrong."

"none of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!"

"don't run away from this."

"you wanna know what your problem is?"

"so why's it so important anyway?"

"i'm not here to talk about my feelings."

"close your eyes and hold out your hands."

"seems like i'm always saving your ass."

"let me help with that."

"you know you aren't allowed in here, right?"

"don't shut me out. please."

"fine. i'll help you but you have to help me."

"i don't need you to understand, i just need you to help me."

"i have to do this alone."

"i'm not talking to you when you're like this."

"i don't need you anymore."

"why did you wake me?"

"how many times have i told you? you can't visit me here."

"jealous? i'm not jealous!"

"this place is cursed... i can feel it."

"you need to stay still."

"i've been to many strange places... but this is a new one."

"dangerous to be out so late."

"don't make me go by myself."

"i can't leave you alone for one minute, can i?"

"we're wasting time."

"you... don't like me very much, do you?"

"i would never lie to you."

"give me one good reason why i should believe you."

"i'm not sure what i'm supposed to feel."

"you're about as intimidating as a butterfly."

"no more lies, no more secrets."

"do you wanna get out of here?"

"what did they do to you?"

"i don't go away if you ignore me."

"you don't know when to give up, do you?"

"i can't help you unless you talk to me."

"what was that for?"

"you can't just come into my life and go right out of it. i won't let you."

"think of it as a compliment."

"did you want to be alone?"

"who did you piss off this time?"

"you'll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."

"stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now."

"are you saying you care about me?"

"i did what i had to do."

"what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?"

"i don't think we're supposed to be in here."

"they have us surrounded!"

"i've come for you."

"promise me?"

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"you'll always have a home with me."

"i never meant to hurt you."

"i believe you."

"let me see that."

"you can relax. we're safe here."

"you have to go somewhere safe."

"we've been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy."

"when was the last time you ate something?"

"we have to leave, now!"

"i need your help... and you need mine."

"i wasn't flirting, i was being friendly."

"change isn't easy."

"there has to be another way."

"i don't care what they say about me."

"you've lost a lot of blood."

"you don't give a shit about me."

"you want me? here i am."

"i never wanted to hurt you."

"it's very rude to stare."

"i don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you."

"if you have something to say, spit it out."

"when was the last time you slept?"

"i can't do this without you."

"you're such a fucking coward."

"i'm not drunk enough for this."

"i hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time."

"i wish i could hate you."

"why are you still here?"

"you're hot when you're angry."

"are you going to kill me?"

"i don't have a plan, but we'll figure it out."

"we can stop them. i can help you."

"i don't feel so good."

"promise me you won't overreact."

"is... that my shirt you're wearing?"

"you look like you need a hug."

"what do these symbols mean?"

"you can't decide what's best for someone else."

"i guess i should've told you."

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Bold the muse’s aesthetic (spooky edition)

bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character.

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

tagged by stolen from: @hisseptember tagging: the Entire dash

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

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no but for real richie was such a fun lovin' happy guy when he was younger. absolute goofball in his classes and smarter than he’d let on. but life at home wasn’t the best and so naturally he found ways to avoid being home much, and being the shithead class clown makes you prone to falling into the wrong crowds, and so enter the drugs and the alcohol and the going out partying every weekend and waking up hungover in a field somewhere level of high school shenanigans. and he didn’t think much of it then but it’s so damaging to indulge in that type of behavior. because then he found more interest in all that shit and started skipping school and eventually just fully dropped out. and then what are you meant to do then? he had no chance at the type of future he might have once wanted, he didn’t have a diploma. he’s got like a high school sophomore level of education. he just keeps on making mistakes bc who cares, he’s young right? just enjoy life, right? the future will figure itself out you just have to worry about right now, right? but what happens when the future becomes the present and you haven’t made it any further than what you’ve been doing since you were a teenager? you’re still workin’ at the bowling alley, you’re still addicted to any substance that will make you forget you’re alive, and your behavior has made it impossible for your sister to still love you the way little sisters adore their big brothers . . . like no shit he got all fucked up. i wish he could be happy like he used to be man. he could’ve gone places :( just one good influence on his life in his formative years could’ve helped him in the long run :(

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Peter Stone

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*finds a teenage fc*

damn i guess im gonna make a glee verse then huh

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❝ I  WANT  A  LAWYER  !      I  WANT  A  DOCTOR  !      I  WANT  A  CHEESE  SANDWICH  !  ❞        —        ind.      ﹠      priv.  roleplay  blog  for  harley  quinn    /    harleen  quinzel  from  detective  comics  .          strictly  18+  only  .          muse  first  established  in  2014      ﹠      blog  remade  in  2021  .          as  loved  by  harriet  .    

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The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day

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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋  :  mutuals can interact  ,  personals DNI ↪   ❥   —   ©   deathrejected   .

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beavis,

@deathrejected sent: “  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

it’s a sentiment that shouldn’t be amusing to beavis, but it is. if only because every day he’s spent with richie seems like a bad day for him. as far as beavis can recall, he’s never seen the guy crack a smile. ‘ when do you, like, not have a bad day? ’ with another chuckle, he shakes his head before slapping the older man on the shoulder, nodding towards the direction of the maxi mart. ‘ c’mon. let’s go get some nachos and try to make this a good one, ya know? ’

It’s in this strange way that Richard’s life has become a series of events and distractions that prolong his meeting with the inevitable. What constitutes a bad day for him? How can any day be considered bad when it’s more so just plain, just the same day playing on a loop. And still he’s stopped himself from retreating to the endless darkness, if only to be the guide of a boy who isn’t so different from himself at that age.

A weird place for him to end up, but he’ll accept just about anything at this point. The universe keeps gifting him reasons to make it to tomorrow, and this one’s a long term commitment.

The ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips ; it’s so subtle, but still noticeable enough that there’s a change. It’s hard not to notice when it seemed that the frown he sported seemed permanent. “Okay. We can try that.”

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✉ - - - serena ; “ i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.  ” / @rosepyre​

“YEAH and I wish it was that simple, but this shit isn’t that simple, is it?” Tense jaw and a voice growing louder with each word until he reaches a tragic crescendo. A crescendo where he’s reminded via the soft eyes looking up at him that she only wants to help, a crescendo where he’s reminded by the scars running up his wrists that he needs it. A hand rises to rub such tired, tired eyes before falling to his chin, before he slowly sinks down into the couch in shame. “I . . . I’m sorry I don’t . . . I don’t know. I don’t usually get all loud like that.” And he doesn’t usually have any kind of support in trying times ; so maybe it’s time to let this one in.

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✉ - - - beavis ; “  stop punishing yourself.  you wanna make up for what you’ve done?  get off your ass and do something about it.  ” / @neverscored​

Richie knows it deep down, the kid is right. But his sorrys were always interpreted as empty excuses ; there comes a time where one has to throw in the towel. Where one has to accept defeat. After all, isn’t the very definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over hoping to yield different results? Allowing life to pass by without him . . . that was the best option for him, to keep his sanity. Or what semblance of it is left.

“Man.” --- deep exhale followed by a cloud of smoke. He REALLY doesn’t like the self help talks. “Don’t you got like, homework or somethin’ to do? You shouldn’t be worryin’ about me.”

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some angst idk y’all i like crying

“  i don’t want you here.  just go.  ” 

“  you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’  yeah you did.  like it or not,  i know exactly who you are.  ” 

“  why won’t you even look at me?  ”

“  i’m not angry at you.  i’m angry with myself for trusting you.  ”

“  i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.  ”

“  i know it’s not fair to say this,  but i don’t have anything without you.  if i don’t have you i have nothing.  ”

“  you can’t love me.  not the way i need to be loved.  ”

“  i’m broken.  and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it.  something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was.  ” 

“  sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before.  it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new.  ”

“  okay,  so you’re a monster.  so am i.  lets be monsters together.  ” 

“  because of what they/you did i’m damaged.  ”  

“  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

“  what the hell is wrong with me?  ”

“  i can’t fix you.  you can’t expect me to know how to fix you.  ” 

“  yeah,  i’ll be here.  i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running.  ”

“  my world is just falling apart.  it’s like everything is just crumbling around me.  i don’t know what to do.  i just want it to stop ”  

“  you’re the only thing that makes sense right now.  everything else is just—  the world is so loud.  and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here.  ”

“  i don’t know how to talk about shit okay?  it’s too hard.  but i do care.  i need you to trust me that i care.  ”

 “  stop punishing yourself.  you wanna make up for what you’ve done?  get off your ass and do something about it.  ”

“  whatever it is you think was going on between us,  you’re wrong.  ”

“  it didn’t mean anything to me.  ” 

“  you should move on.  i did.  ”  

“  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

“  stop pushing me away.  i’m not going anywhere,  asshole.  and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours,  the better.  ”  

“  i don’t need you in my life.  i don’t want you in it.  ”  

“  i can’t trust myself.  if i let myself get comfortable enough,  when i try to be happy,  people get hurt.  ”  

“  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ”  

“  i’m not the person you want.  i know you think i am.  but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake.  ”  

“  you want the truth?  the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison.  it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up.  and it’ll destroy us both.  ”  

“  i’ll always choose you.  that’s the worst part of it all.  i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same.  ”  

“  you never had to be perfect.  you just had to stay.  ”

“  will you please just stay for once.  just.  don’t walk away.  ” 

“  if i loved you less,  i might be able to talk about it more.  ”   

“  just tell me something real.  tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us.  ”

“  when you look at me,  i feel seen.  i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart.  no one has ever looked that deeply at me.  ”  

“  how can you uncover so much about someone,  make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you.  and then just throw it all away?  ”

“  if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back.  ”

“  why are you so afraid of trusting this—  trusting us.  what’s making you hold back?  ”

“  will you still be here?  will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart.  ”  

“  i don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  i want you to fucking live with me.  live for us.  ” 

HURT/COMFORT

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone. 

[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset. 

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort. 

[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.

[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling. 

[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them. 

[ CARRY ]  for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.

[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep. 

[ STRUGGLE ]  for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other. 

[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears. 

[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up. 

[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry. 

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries. 

[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close. 

[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close. 

[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst. 

[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present  (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)

[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight. 

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Curfew (2012) dir. Shawn Christensen