#6tasis.

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PROMPTS FOR LIES, DECEIT, AND VILLAINY

@6tasis: "I've got no reason to lie."

A lot of people lie to him when he's in disguise, far more than when he's wearing his cardigan outfits that Dean makes fun of him for.

It doesn't surprise Sam, not really: Detectives are scary, even though he's merely posing as one to get leads on a surge of vampire attacks occurring in the surroundings of the strange yet quaint town of Twin Peaks, Washington.

He's not sure why she's withholding this information from him, however, but it's not like he's going to beat it out of her—he prefers the "confidant" approach.

"That's okay, Miss Palmer. Sorry for holding you up."

Sam shines her a smile, pulling out a business card from his jacket pocket.

"Give me a call if you hear anything, please."

[gwuisin]

" those stars may be dumb, enormous balls of gas, but they're smaller than my love for you. " @6tasis.

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🎃!!

Ænigma (1987, lucio fulci)

the spirit of a comatose teenage girl possesses the body of a newcomer to her girls’ boarding school in order to enact bloody revenge against the elitist, lingerie-clad coeds responsible for her condition.

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THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

@6tasis: "I've always wanted to do that."

"Really now?"

Dean thinks any slab of wood with white paint on it can serve as a good target, especially with the proper set of knives. Throwing them is an art he doesn’t delve into often, but he considers himself a bit of a self-taught expert, and it was hard to say no to Laura when she’d shown such keen interest on his hobbies.

And she wasn’t so bad at it herself, lodging it to the left of the center point. But it could’ve been just beginner’s luck.

"Want me to show you how I do it?"

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PROMPTS FOR LIES, DECEIT, AND VILLAINY

@6tasis: "What's behind your back?"

"Huh?"

Benjamin takes the bait and turns around, confused about why she seems so concerned while no one (or nothing) is there. 

Returning to face her, he gives her a lopsided smile. 

"With all due respect, madam—are you tripping?"

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WHAT KIND OF WARMTH ARE YOU?

Soup on a cold day

You're caring, consistent in your kindness, and quiet in your compassion for others. You offer warmth because you were cold for a very long time. And you refuse to stand by while others suffer in the same way. Your kindness is not reckless. You count the costs, but you offer it anyway. You have a unique ability at reading people, and knowing when they have a pain that they are trying to cover up. Your love language is probably quality time, and you're usually more of a listener in conversations. You probably find yourself taking on a caretaker role with others, almost automatically. So when people try to do the same for you, please don't flinch away. Please don't withdraw into what feels like safety. There are people who are waiting to love you in the same way you have loved them. Please let them.

Tagged by: @6tasis (ty <3)

Tagging: @fellandfeathers, @qapsiel, @murderdeals (Cain), @vulpesse, @burninq and you, reading this!

[gwuisin]

ㅤ ㅤwilliam / jackson as the solar system. repost, do not reblog.

tagging. @6tasis / @amirneir or @truthseeks / @matercut / @agn1a or @dr1ings / @folie2deux / @hotkn1fe.

sun. / egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura

mercury. / expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement

venus. / in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

earth. / fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

moon. / illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

mars. / healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue

jupiter. / red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

saturn. / traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart, it’s just… way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

uranus. / psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

neptune. / an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artist's soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song

pluto. / angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth

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q. what is your southern gothic personality?

a. curley’s wife. what was your name again? nancy? barbara? mary ann? no one really knows anymore. no one really cares. not even you. all you know is that you’re not supposed to be here. not with these people. by god, you just wanted to be loved. was it too much to ask? was it?

tagged by. @6tasis, ty love!

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"You're right. One is an Olympic sport, while the other is somethin' y'play with friends who've had a concernin' amount of beer, and y'just hope they don’t mistake y'for the target."

As he speaks, Dean grabs the knife she just threw, wipes it clean, and stands next to her, preparing to throw. He twists his hand and bends his arm back, then the knife flies through the air, landing a few inches from the center but not quite hitting it directly.

"Pretty good, huh?"

it was luck, but laura doesn't pay too much mind to it. certain things just were, and like anyone else, she could acknowledge when something isn't for her. it didn't mean she couldn't try though. and-- basking in the surprising lightness of the knife when she wasn't holding onto it, she nods.

“there's someone i tutor. he likes archery, but he doesn't have a set; at least, not the whole nine yards. just the mock kind?” she isn't sure what else to call it. but whatever it is, it makes johnny happy-- and she couldn't, in good faith or not, make fun of it. “he lets me have a turn with it every week. i've gotten good at it, really.” she's not proud, but unabashed all the same.

still. apples and oranges.

she feels her shoes kick at something and dislodge it. a rock, maybe. “not that i'm comparing this to that.”

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Well, that’s certainly not ominous.

She’s not wrong; it fits his character—and life story—perfectly, but it’s something he’d prefer not to dwell on too much. Sure, he’s just avoiding the inevitable, but he believes there’s no point in crying over future spilled milk.

"I like to think I’d put up a fight--but why would you say that?"

seeing things, just a shadow, but it's anything but a trip. the asphalt shimmers with wetness and the street light that doesn't reach far.

“i wouldn't be out here if i were.” she is not annoyed. not amused, either. her breath comes out in puffs when she speaks. “saw what i saw. and you'd be the one who dies first in a horror movie.” with a line like that.

she leans back, as if to look at him-- really, clearly look at him, and take stock. “would you?”

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It's pretty common that after all his inquiries, some minds sought answers of their own. It's only natural; if the police came knocking on his door, he'd surely want to know things, too. 

But, as often happens, there are certain things he can't share with the public—for his sake and theirs. He finds that his and his brother's work gets more manageable when there aren't any outsiders meddling about. 

"Hmm…"

It's a low sound, a clear of his throat, but it buys him some time to think about just how much he wants to share. 

"There's been a string of disappearances, so the state police want us to check if they're related. Nothing you should worry about."

laura is decades younger than her mom or norma, and not as in the trenches as some of the boys are. neither of which make her stupid. or oblivious: teenagers, truckers and tourists hanging around the roadhouse aren't an uncommon sight. it's where you'd go first for anything. gossip. town secrets. more gossip. the sheriff's office is familiar enough with it.

enough to come by for a visit after the ...

her sweater feels lighter than usual, the mom-jeans-- outdated by at least twenty years, give her none of the usual ease.

“sure. i will. when i do.” she accepts the card, feeling dazed. laura rests her arms on the handlebars of her cycle. should get going now-- the evenings gone from orange to red to a deep bruise.

still, not asking nags and nags at her. her lips pull together. “can you talk about why you're here? i mean at all. or is there some truth in, i dunno, nancy drew?”

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it's not the comeback she thinks it is. lucky for you, you're shameless. "told you. i wanna see the guy ...maaaaybe figure out how his place looks."

uh.

“because he was relevant? for a second?” a beat. “why are you keeping up with it?”

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" i could find a way 'round that. " a low, contemplative, poorly-executed whistle. " you brought him up. "

why are they even talking about this? “why are we even talking about this? and no. a dungeon. not locked up.”

[gwuisin]

" is he … locked up in a tower. "

no further comment. “be my guest. good luck with talking to his 'folks'.”

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" you did? you made him cry? " now this, he could believe. and couldn't. and could. " damn. now i kinda do want to ask him out. "

“ he didn't. i did. ” long story. she presses an unlit cigarette against her lips. “ look. if you wanna ask him out, you have my blessings. but you're not getting my help with anything else. ”

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"you're lyin'. that's a lie. no one called william's ever made anyone cry." case in point: himself. "someone named bobby, on the other hand…"

“ bobby? no. shakespeare? yes. ”