#bestvictim.

[bzzare-blog]

hands her pretty little wife a little necklace... it’s a locket.  if they open it  ,  there’s a photo of them ,  together.  she nudges her shoulder against tegan’s.  “  hey.  i love you.  what’s going on  ,  baby.  i miss you.  ”

@bestvictim​.

[thanagrian]

           me               kralie                      🤝 putting wrestling gifs on the dash

[realitv]

bestvictim replied to your post: thinking abt the sirenhead lore. media thinks...

media is valid…ONCE

if u dont think mx media gives the sirenheads and their many mouths pets and scratches and talks to them ONLY in the transatlantic voice of a 1930s newscaster ur VERY wrong

[fearfollow]

@bestvictim​ || contd from (x)

it was a thought said carelessly; tossed out into the open without much forethought–– one of audra’s more divisive habits. she glances over at them, a friendly smirk planted on her lips. “oh? just me then.” she grins at that–– couldn’t tell you why, necessarily. but it tickles her all the same. mad audra denbrough in a sea of the rational and well-adjusted. but that wasn’t true–– this was horror. and even prestige horror has a role to play in the untangling of some kind of deeper existential angst. anyway, if tegan doesn’t want to talk about the ennuis of being alive, she won’t force them to.

“no no, i’m fine. just fancied myself a philosopher for a minute, i guess,” she says, throwing tegan a crooked smile. comfort is not a necessity. audra is playing off the weight of her comment a little bit, but it’s nothing she can’t handle on her own. she feels bad for being so flippant about it because she can sense that she’s made tegan a little uneasy. if they’d mentioned wanting a smoke, she certainly would have taken them up on it.

“mm, let’s. i wouldn’t mind some fresh air.” she nods at them to take the lead, following out into the lot. audra breathes in the cool air, grateful for the way it wakes up her lungs. “it’s just a good script,” she offers, “been making me think a lot about...” she shrugs, cocks her head, “i guess everything... life. didn’t mean to ask you to play therapist.”

[ensular]

HOPE  WAS  ALL  SHE  HAD.  embodiment of life.  brought to you by lemuela. 

[prayrite]

HEY  LA  ,  THEIR  WIFE  IS  BACK.  arms wrap around tegan  ,  her chest pressed to their back  ,  hands clasped around their stomach.  a kiss to their neck, their shoulder.  “  hi  ,  baby.  missed you.  ”

@bestvictim​, kiss me? 

[clonelyboy]

@bestvictim / from here.

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Teddy appreciates the smile. Tegan reminds him of Mili -- nothing short of the highest compliment -- and it makes his chest ache to remember. But he’s veering off track, isn’t he? Something strange. Something weird. Something that might just be his imagination, really. And wouldn’t that be embarrassing? To get all... bent out of shape over a little overactive imagination. But he trusts Tegan not to mock him. He hopes.

It looked a little like Dad on the stairs-- Oh. Oh, maybe that is it.

“Um.” His voice wobbles ever so slightly, and his throat hurts; he can’t look Tegan in the eye or else he’ll start crying, the heavy weight of tears pressing behind his eyes. “I was outside, just watching people. Down the road? And it... it was walking. And nobody else saw it. And it had a hat. And... it was wal-walking funny.” A clearing of the throat. No tears yet, thank goodness. “Like it’s legs and arms were all... bent. Not at the knees or elbows, but other places. And...” He drifts. The image is clearer. “Like he’d had his neck broken,” he adds softly, staring off as his own hand comes up to protect his neck. “And then he’d been stretched out. All wrong. Not... alive.”

[escapedartgeek]

we don’t take photos anymore.

   “Fair enough. I can’t imagine that you would show up very well on photos anyway. At least.. not in the ways that people would like.  Which I think is fascinating in itself. The sheer destruction, the warping of media forms but a presence that can not be possibly be captured on them.“ There’s a strange little delight in the way that they talk about it. As if there has been some previous experimentation with bizarre forces and the impact they have on media.

“I guess that’s a sure fire way to avoid the impact of surveillance, that’s for certain.“

[sapphism]

margot doesn’t have a butterfly garden. she has a Moth Garden.

[knifewields]

@bestvictim​

“–i don’t fucking stick out.”  it’s punctuated by tegan pointing their blow pop directly at him, almost as if it were a knife.  they’ve been on edge recently–then again, hasn’t everybody?  so maybe tegan’s a little harsh, a little mean?  they can just chalk it up to the stress (you know, of just staying alive).

“besides, why the hell do you care.  is it a crime to be a little weird.  are you a fucking cop.  you gonna tell me what to do.  really, i have all day.”  a smile, mocking and fake, sucker between their lips.  “c’mon, baby.  hit me.”

head  jerks  back  in  an  involuntary  reaction  to  ,  having  been  swat  at  too  many  times  in  his  life  to  even  keep  count  anymore  .  but  their  reaction  only  eggs  him  on  ,  encourages  his  behavior  as  lips  part  and  top  tier  of  teeth  are  exposed  in  a  wide  smile  .     ‘   ------ with  my  best  shot  .  look  ,  you  can  deny  it  all  you  want  ,  but  if  i  was  the  killer  ,  i’d  be  knocking  on  your  door  in  no  time  !   ’

[bzzare-blog]

“ stop staring at me.  i get that I'm cute  ,  or whatever.  but like.  chill.  ”

@bestvictim. 

[horrormaestro-a]

@bestvictim  if  you  don’t  fucking  @  me  next  time  you  post  that  iconic  lesbianism  is2g  you’ll  wish  you  said  sike.  : /

[conmiseracionn]

@bestvictim​​ asked:      your body is a temple. a temple of blood rituals and pagan tributes, a lost temple, a temple that needs more calcium.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬   𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧   𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬,   𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜   notions   behind   their   words   &   temperance   is   shaken   for   a   moment.   it’s   strange   because   in   a   way,   she   can   understand,   but   on   the   other   hand,   ‘ do   i   want   to   know   what   you   mean   ?   it   makes   me   nervous   &   i’m   not   sure   why. ‘ 

[darkouter]

a financially unstable mess— but at the liquor store they call me ma’am. / @ mitch.

GUIDE TO TROUBLED BIRDS

“Is that an accomplishment?”

Sounds kind of sad.  Sounds kind of like something Mitch might feel kind of nice about too.  She has the financial instability part down pat, but doesn’t quite have the respect of anyone around her.  She’s too…  Childish.  Doesn’t mean she isn’t going to pick at Tegan anyways.

“Do you have a problem?  Do you go too often?  Do you need someone to talk to?”  It is, of course, sarcastic.  Feigned concern.  Mitch doesn’t actually think Tegan has a problem or anything.  She probably wouldn’t tease about it in that case.  “Are they the only people that say ma’am?  Probably just hoping you buy another bottle of something expensive if they’re polite enough.”

[ensular]

“  EXCUSE  ME.  wh-where is my mom.  ”

@bestvictim, where.

[prayrite]

“  hey.  pick me up.  ”

@bestvictim​, surprise!