#anyway this unlocked my secret hyperfixation on dbd SDHJK i play like 3 ps4 games total and dbd is one

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@ohsunshine: ❛  why aren’t you more freaked out?  ❜ / from dwight — WYNONNA EARP STARTERS

' what, by the meathooks and ritual murder, the magic fuckin' fog, or the odd fuckers hunting us fer sport? bein' honest, mate, none of it's really a first time thing for me. '

to a certain extent, he's decided that he's dreaming. he's off-and-fucked to some bastard corner of the psyche where madcap kids in masks and zombies and flower-faced fucking skin dogs gambol through desiccated homesteads and try to stick him to the wall like a stag's head in a hunting lodge, and he just hasn't figured out how to snap himself back out of it yet. maybe he's pissed off the endless enough to land himself an endless ( ha ) nightmare, or maybe that crab-legged dickhead in the sky has his skull in a vice back home, feeding off his delta waves — maybe if he decides it's not real, then it doesn't work. maybe if he can convince these other poor sods that it's not real, they won't scream so fucking loud.

and anyway, it's not important to anyone else if his hands shake worse than ever on those sodding generators. it's only important if he cocks it up.

thundering footsteps pass above their hiding spot beneath the steps of the thompson house, spitting a spray of dust motes across the thin slivers of light cast between floorboards. almost arterial. constantine waits until they've faded away into silence before grinning at the kid, unlit cigarette pinned between his teeth like a bent nail in splintered wood, at an odd angle to the grain. ' fuck, i thought 'e'd never leave. you got a map, "pizzawhat"? or d'you figure we pick a direction and leg it? '