#im haunted by your eyes and the music keeps getting louder

[narutosnutsack69]

sorry to get kinky on main but the thought of a world without you in it makes my chest hurt

[andreaheartscats]

Sally Face Headcanons

-comfort Sally Face Headcanons because my feelings got hurt :')

possible TW: scars/ mention of self harm.

Sal Fisher

× he is great at comforting people let me just say that first.

× if youre crying he would hold you close to him and let you pour your heart out.

× at first he would be a little awkward not knowing what to do but then he would just hug you and hold you tight whispering comforting words to you such as

"itll be okay" "im here for you now dont worry" etc..

× he cares a lot so if anyone hurt your feelings like your boyfriend/ girlfriend / partner, he would go BATSHIT crazy and be very overprotective of you.

× so once you are done crying he would offer you some tissues/ watch a movie/ go ghost haunting/ or something like that to get your mind off of whatever was bothering you

× he is a great hugger!

× he would let you cry into his shirt not caring if you get it wet.

× if you have sh scars, he would draw over them and or kiss them. He would draw little stars, hearts or cats.

- a little scenario here:

you were at your apartmant, blade in your hand. Your eyes full of tears as your face and eyes got all puffy and red from crying. Your wrists were stinging with red lines across them wondering where did all go wrong, thoughts flying through your head unable to hear anything or anyone as everything was just too much for you to handle at this point.

Sal was worried about you, he noticed that you werent yourself for the past few days and it bothered him a lot. He tried calling you but you didnt answear your phone or his texts. He decided to go check up on you in your apartmant room. Trembling a little with fear not knowing what would he walk into he knocked on thr door a few times waiting for a response. Yet no one opened. A little more worried he knocked again, this time a bit more louder and aggressive. Yet again no answear.

He opened the door as it was unlocked and walked in hearing little sobs coming from the bathroom. Sal rushed to the noise and there he saw you, on the bathroom floor. Blade in your hand, eyes full of tears and wrist bleeding. Without saying a word he sat down next to you snapping the blade from your hand and holding you tight as tears started to form in his own eyes. He didnt bother saying anything as he just held you close him letting you sob into his shirt.

Once you were done pouring your eyes out he looked at you cupping your cheeks in his hands as he managed to mumble the words "why..?" you didnt say anything. He then took a deep breath opening one of the cabinets and taking the first aid kit to bandage your wrist up. He cleaned your cuts as you wince a little at the pain. Slowly he put bandages around your wrist as he hugged you once more but this time you didnt let go for a while.

× after this scenario you two were laying on the couch, your head against his shoulder as he held you :)

(i am SO sorry if this was bad i honestly tried my best to make this scenario as good as possible consdiring that this was my first time writing something like this, also please keep in mind english isnt my first laungage!)

Larry Johnson

× poor guy doesnt really know how to comfort people but he tries his best

× he would hug you tight, sometimes even too tight (lol)

× he would let you know that he is here for you and even if he is not too good at comforting he is definitely a good listener

× but if you didnt want to talk at the moment he would alsk respect that. So then instead he would play some music in the background and let you get yourself cozy in one of his bean bags giving you some tissues and food if you wanted.

× consdiring the fact that he doesnt know how to comfort people he would just sit across from you a little awkwardly but mind you he cares deeply about you and just wants to help you but doesnt really know how.

× if you ask him to bring you anything while you were all depressed and sad that boy would RUN and i mean full on sprint to please you and give you what you asked him to.

× and if you needed a hug, he would not only hug you that guy would full on cuddle you. Letting you lay on his chest as he held you close to him, his arms wrapped around your waist letting you peacfully and comfortably lay on him/fall asleep.

× lets say you did fall asleep, he would not dare to move, AT ALL and i mean it. even of he had to jse the bathroom or something he wouldnt dare to move and wake you up from your dream.

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note : i apologize if this was a little depressing (yea no shit it was) but i hope you liked it and if youre struggling with anything such as your mental health, please seek out some help! or you can just dm me i have no problem with that :)

[revengeoftheantichrist]

Seven Devils

AO3  <<<Previous 

Day 7

You woke up to the smell of burning. The cold floor you had fallen asleep on was beginning to warm, indicating how hot the inferno had gotten. You quickly got up, grabbing the rosary and the dagger on your way to the door. Gathering all your strength you gave the door a hard kick, the rotting wood crumbling away and giving you the space to get out of your little prison. Immediately your hit with the heat, it was as if you had opened an oven while at its hottest, making your eyes water a little. You bolted down the corridor towards the dorms, you hoped everyone had gotten out by now. Bursting into the room you tried to wake all your classmates in the room. No one would wake. It was as if everyone was under a spell. This wasn’t a good sign.

The smell of burning got stronger, the heat rising. The heartbeat you had heard all week got lounder, its thrumming seeming to echo into the deepest parts of your mind, all consuming.  

You knew what you had to do, to finish this once and for all. You ran out of the room, towards the courtyard. An axe was leaned against one of the arches, you took it. The heartbeat got louder the closer you got to the tree. You could feel it in the bottoms of your feet as you stood before it. You took a deep breath, before swinging the axe into the tree.

It bled.

The sap was a dark crimson but that didn’t stop you. Crows had surrounded you, pecking and diving at you but it was as if you were possessed, swinging the axe until the tree fell backwards. You dropped the axe and fell to your knees, breathing wildly in exhaustion. You could feel the sap on your bare knees, the stickiness making your skin crawl. You finally turned your attention to the stump. You could see the box in the cavity, snakes forming a defence around it. They hissed as your hands reached towards it. You paid them no mind, using your own hands to uncoil them from the box.

You finally held the box in your hands. Your hands vibrating with the pulse inside. You pulled your rosary from around your neck, placing it in the cavity. It clicked in place, moving the mechanics of the lock system. The lid creaked open slowly.

You gagged at the contents, but they were exactly what you expected. You pulled it out and discarded the box. You held Michael Langdon’s beating heart in the palms of your hands. You sat and stared at it, mesmerised by the organ pulsing without a body.

The sound of falling, burning timber finally snapped you out of your daze. You had to act fast. The only way to end this would be to burn his heart at the altar. You got up and ran towards the burning half of the building. It hadn’t reached the dorms yet, but you had to act fast.

The heat inside the building was unbearable, you were surrounded by flames from all sides. The smoke tickling your throat and making you cough.

The door to the chapel had been burned away. The flames slowly crawling towards the alter but you still had time. The holy candles were still burning. Your vision started to blur as you walked closer to the marble. Your movements became staggered. With shaky hands, you finally placed the heart into the paten. A few pieces of communion bread still in the vessel. You emptied out the little bottle of anointing oil into it, just for good measure. You staggered towards the candle, moving was becoming harder. The wax dripped onto your hand as you moved it towards the paten. With the last of your strength, you brought the flame down to catch the oil.

The paten burst into a violent flame, throwing you onto your back. A black smoke filled the room, clouding your vision and filling your lungs. You moved to your hands and knees, coughing violently. You would have screamed if you could breathe. The floor was crawling with snakes. They slithered over your hands and ankles. You finally raised your head to look at the source, the alter. The smoke had begun to clear up. The silhouette of a tall man could be seen. He began to slowly step forward.

You saw his blue eyes first. So familiar, yet the rage inside them made your skin crawl. You looked down in fear, watching his shoes move closer. The fine leather was right in front of you now. The smell of cinnamon assaulting your senses. He squatted down to you. His ringed hand painfully gripped your chin, moving your head to finally make eye contact with him.

It was the face that had haunted your dreams for the past six nights, grinning at you.

“My my Y/N why is it when we meet, you are always on your knees?” You whimpered in reply. This isn’t how you planned it. This isn’t how it was supposed to end.

The screams of women broke through your thoughts.

Your friends.

The fire must have travelled.

You tried to move towards them, but Michael had his feet on your hands. Crushing them and keeping you in place. “Let go of me!” you cried out, feeling like your bones would snap at any minute. Michael just snarled, grabbing you by your neck and throwing you onto the hot marble. You hissed at the feeling. “I can assure you; the fires of hell are much worse than this.” Your dream flashed through your mind. You tried to reach for the blade you carried, but Michael quickly took it out of your hand, snapping your wrist in the process. “This ended differently last time. I won’t let it happen again,” he growled. You looked up at the ceiling with bleary eyes. The heat made the paint of the frescoes melt into grotesque images; the screams of your peers seemed to get louder. “Music to my ears,” Michael said, closing his eyes and relishing in the heat and pain. “How?” was the only thing you could choke out. He reached over to the candles, holding it so you could see the base. Some sort of demonic seal was stamped into the wax. “Not a single holy candle has burned in this chapel since I took over all those years ago. No one’s ever checked,” he shrugged.

The screaming finally stopped. You knew what it meant, a sob shaking your body. The symbols and scripture carved into the arches and ceiling of the convent were never meant to protect. The realisation washing over your face. Father Langdon only laughed, as if he had been told the funniest joke. “If only people still valued prophetic dreams like they did back then. But I won’t give you the privilege of being a martyr this time St Maria Y/N,” he sang the last part.

His nails had turned claw-like, tearing straight through the fabric of your clothing. Leaving you bare on the burning alter before him. You were sure the smell of burning flesh was from you.

The timber of the chapel began to collapse around you, always narrowly missing you. His hand finally let go of your neck, leaving a collar of bruises behind. His hands ran up and down your body, pinching and groping every inch. The events of tonight had left you paralysed and numb to everything.

“Let me help you fully enjoy the sin of lust this time. God has no use for your body now.”

The heat had gotten to you, you could no longer fight to stay awake. You let your eyes shut, the sound of laughing being the last thing you heard.

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Fire destroys historic convent of St. Maria Y/N, again: No survivors. One missing

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The fire spread through the world. Two lifetimes worth of memories kept you quiet most of the time. You could only cry. The blond man just laughed.

AN: Thank you all for reading, finally another story done! I’m not sure if im totally happy with the ending but i hope it was good enough for my readers! Until next time!

[whosaskingwrites]

The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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[watchmegetobsessed]

Benefits

aaaand adding one more alias of adam driver to my list, here is my first ever adam sackler fic! im pretty proud of it, so i hope yall are gonna enjoy!

pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

warnings: sex, swearing, talking about alcoholism

word count: ~7k

masterlist

Walking into the room you’re still unsure if you actually want to be here, but a small voice in the back of your mind is telling you that this is exactly where you need to be. The place looks similar to the one you used to have your meetings back in Seattle, it’s simple, people are sitting in a circle and there is a small table with cookies and drinks at the side. There aren’t too many people and luckily they don’t really get stuck on the arrival of an unknown person so you can take an empty seat without getting any attention to yourself.

“Alright, everyone sit down, let’s start!” a tall, skinny guy speaks up, clipboard sitting on his lap as he patiently waits for everyone to sit in the circle and start the meeting.

You look around anxiously, the group is pretty diverse, men and women gathered from seemingly a lot of races and ages, though your eyes stop at one particular person sitting right across from you.

The guy seems tall, extremely tall to be honest, his almost black hair is grown out to reach almost his broad shoulders and it’s pushed back, eyes curiously examining the guy who just spoke as he licks his plump lips. He is not the typical handsome type, but there is just something in him that keeps pulling your gaze towards him even when people start talking around you.

A young guy starts talking two people to your right as you are still staring at the tall mystery guy when his eyes dart over to you and your gazes meet. You can’t help but feel intimidated even though nothing can be read from his face. You keep eye-contact for a few moments before turning away and forcing yourself to look at the guy talking. However you feel his eyes on you for a while before he finally decides to look away.

“That’s amazing, Tony, we are all proud of you!” Carl, the guy who spoke at the beginning of the meeting says as a short round of applause follows Tony’s speech. “Adam, do you feel like talking today?” he then turns to your guy and now you know his name. Adam.

“Sure,” he shrugs pushing himself up a little on the chair. “Hello, I’m Adam and I’m an alcoholic, but I haven’t had a drink for about a decade now. Some days are easier, some are harder, like the ones when my ex shows up and fucks things up for me,” he scoffs. “But things are going okay, I guess.”

“That’s great to hear, Adam. We all believe in you and hope you’ll continue your positive journey,” Carl nods as some other members hum in agreement. “Does anyone else want to speak up?” he asks looking around, but no one answers, so he takes it as a clue that the round of speeches are over. “In this case—“

“I thought new members supposed to introduce themselves,” Adam cuts him off and he is looking straight at you, causing your throat to close up from the sudden attention he just put on you.

“It is always welcomed, but no one is pressured to talk,” Carl assures smiling warmly at you. “Do you want to introduce yourself?”

Looking back at Adam one more time you decide to accept his silent challenge.

“Sure, why not?” you clear your throat, tugging your hair behind your ears. “Hi, my name is Y/N and I’m an alcoholic, but I’ve been clean for three years and seven months.”

The members in the circle mumble their greeting before you continue talking, arms crossed on your chest.

“I moved to the city just a few months ago and I’ve been struggling to adjust to the new environment so I thought it would be a good idea to visit a meeting, just to ensure myself.”

“You are always welcomed here whenever you feel like you are getting weaker,” Carl encourages you and you nod shortly.

“Thanks. I’m doing fine though, I haven’t really felt tempted to have a drink lately, so I guess I’m good.”

“That’s great to hear, we are all proud of you,” Carl smiles before moving on with the meeting.

When it all ends he invites everyone to stay and have a bite, chat with other members and you decide to head for a cookie from the table.

“So what brought you to New York City?” you hear Adam speak up from behind you and as you turn around there he is, standing tall in front of you. He looks pretty intimidating, but his eyes have this sense of softness in them that balances it out.

“Um, work. I got a great opportunity here so I thought I would take the chance.”

“Sounds serious. Do you always dress like this?”

His question catches you off-guard and you glance down at yourself to see what made him ask it. You’re wearing tight jeans with a white top and a leather jacket, nothing extra in your taste.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that your clothes are pretty tight. They give a nice view of your body though.”

You don’t even know what to say at first, it’s like he doesn’t have a filter on his mouth and it’s so confusing to you, that all you can do is let out an anxious chuckle.

“Um, okay…” you mumble slowly turning back to the table, but he speaks up again.

“So, are you coming next week?”

“Not sure,” you say without looking at him. To be honest is too forward act is making you question if this is the group you should attend on a regular basis or not.

“Would be a shame if I didn’t see you next time,” he simply says before walking away, leaving you totally puzzled.

Adam is for sure the weirdest person you’ve met since moving here and you don’t think anyone can top him.

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 Friday night in the city is pretty busy. People just want to get the steam out after a hard, working week so they seek for fun times at bars and clubs. Adam Sackler is not the type to go to bars that much since it’s always a kind of temptation for him, but when his colleagues from his recent play asked him to come down for a few drinks with them he thought it might be a good time even if he doesn’t drink.

The place is crowded and the six of them are pressed up in a small booth, that was all they could get upon arrival, but they don’t mind it. They talk about the past couple of shows and critics, just having a good time when Adam excuses himself to go to the restroom. As he pushes his way through the people around the bar his eyes almost glide over a familiar face, but then he recognizes you. Without a second thought he makes his way over where you are sitting on a stool, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you stare ahead of you.

“What a pleasant surprise!” he beams arriving to you, making you jump in your seat.

“Adam, hello,” you mumble coming out of your zoned out state you were just in.

“You weren’t at the meeting this week.”

“Yeah, I… Something came up,” you anxiously say. It didn’t happen because of him, you had other things to worry about when this week’s meeting was happening so you decided to skip.

“You alright?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed as he eyes you with concern.

“Mm, everything is… great,” you nod with a fake smile and you try to push the glass of whisky away without him noticing, but you don’t succeed.

“Y/N, were you thinking about drinking?”

“No, I just—“

“You ordered that drink?” he snaps cutting you off and you don’t answer, just stare ahead of you. “Did you order that drink?” he repeats his question with a raised tone that’s still not too loud for the people around since the music is louder, but chills run down your spine from it.

“I did,” you admit feeling the tears building up in your eyes and you hate yourself for being so weak. Who starts crying in the middle of a bar with a guy who they barely even know? You, apparently.

Clicking his tongue he scoots closer to you, leaning on the counter with one arm as he tries to turn the conversation as private as it can be in a crowded bar.

“You want to talk?”

Adam doesn’t seems like the guy who is into emotional talking, but when it comes to drinking he always feels the importance of the situation. Knowing his own struggle with alcohol he is aware that sometimes you just need to get it off your chest, you don’t even want that drink, but it’s hard to talk to someone who hasn’t been where you have. People who are not alcoholic don’t understand what you go through and it’s nice to finally talk to someone who knows exactly what you feel because they’ve been through it.

“I…” you sigh sadly as you wipe your tears away, trying not to look too pathetic. “It’s a long story.”

Adam bites the inside of his cheeks as he glances back at his colleagues and then at you. He has to choose between a bunch of people who are having a nice time and someone who seems really in need for his help. He might be a weird guy, but his priorities are set right.

“I live a few blocks from here. You’re welcomed to come over and pour it all out.”

“You can’t seriously choose some unknown girl from your AA meeting over your friends,” you roll your eyes feeling like he is just feeling pity for you.

“They are not my friends, most of them are annoying as fuck sometimes,” he bluntly says and he means it. “My offer still stands.”

Looking up at him you contemplate what you should do. Deep down you know it’s not too responsible to go to some random dude’s place alone to cry to him about your miserable life, but it somehow still sounds better than staying here and maybe lose control and drink that damn whisky you’ve been eyeing for about an hour now.

“Alright, but if I end up dead in an alley I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life,” you mumble climbing off the stool and Adam just chuckles at your comment.

After letting his colleagues know that he is leaving the two of you hit the streets, heading to his apartment that’s pretty close to the bar. Stepping inside you are not too surprised at what you see. It’s kind of like how you had imagined his living space to be, not that you thought that much about him since the last meeting.

“You want something to drink?” he asks walking over to the fridge and you freeze. “I mean, something non-alcoholic. I don’t have alcohol here.”

“Oh. Um, a glass of water maybe.”

He nods and while he pours your and his drink you sit at the small dining table, curiously eyeing the smaller details in his home.

“Here,” he hands you the water and sits across you with a glass of milk that makes you frown.

“Are you drinking milk? Alone?”

“Yeah, it’s my thing,” he shrugs and chugs half of it down at once. “So, you wanna talk about what made you want to break your sobriety?”

Taking a deep breath you lean back and let a grimace cross your face as you remember the whole shitshow that went down.

“My ex called me today.”

“Despite how you ended up, was it a good or a bad thing?” he asks wanting to put the picture together about how they ended.

“Bad. He didn’t take it too well when I moved and now he is even more upset that I told him I’m not planning on going back anytime soon.”

“But you said you got a good job here.”

“I did.”

“Shouldn’t he be happy that you are successful?”

“No, because he is a toxic asshole who just can’t let me be happy,” you let out a bitter chuckle shaking your head at the thought how much time you wasted on him. “So he called to remind me that I am nothing without him and I’ll die alone because no one will ever want me with all the baggage I come with.”

“Baggage?” he frowns confused.

“My drinking problem, and the anxiety it’s been causing me. Staying sober is harder than I thought it would be.”

Talking to Adam about your struggle with sobriety feels easier than to anyone ever. You are not afraid of being judged because the two of you are kind of on the same path when it comes to drinking.

“He is a total asshole, if you ask me. Like he is a saint with no baggage. The guy himself is the baggage!” he scoffs drinking up the rest of his milk and you smile seeing that part of his facial hair his painted white from it that he licks down like a little kid even though he definitely does not look like one.

“How long did you two date?”

“About two years. It was getting pretty serious when I got the news that I got the job and then we ended it before I left.”

“You are better off without him, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

As much as the first time talking to Adam turned out to be pretty weird, you find yourself enjoying his company. With time, you get used to his forward style, blurting out everything without filtering his words. It’s a little frustrating at first, but later you find it amusing that he is not afraid to speak his mind, unlike others who just say what they think you want to hear. It’s a pleasant surprise to realize that you can actually talk with him about a lot of things and it doesn’t take too long for you to get comfortable in his company.

“It was just a whole shit show, to be honest,” he scoffs running his fingers through his hair. “I’m kinda praying I will never see Hannah nor Jessa again.”

“You sort of brought this whole drama to yourself,” you chuckle after hearing his story about her history with her ex and her best friend. One hell of a drama, for sure.

“I know!” he growls. “I’m so stupid sometimes, but I just couldn’t stop myself! Jessa was like this fucking sex witch, I just couldn’t keep myself away from her and she knew it. I just pray she doesn’t show up and try to jump on my dick again.” You start laughing at his words, knowing exactly what it’s like to not let go of someone because of the sex.

“It’s fucked, I know. Like, you just want to hate them in peace but then they come back and boom, the next thing you know is that he is balls deep inside me.”

“Well, no one is usually balls deep inside me, I’m the one doing that, but I agree,” he jokes making you laugh even more.

“Everything would be perfectly solved if we just found a way to get that tension out of our system and then we could easily cut these toxic people,” you sigh leaning your head against the wall as you hug your knees to your chest.

“I know a way.”

“And what would that be?”

“We should fuck.” Your eyebrows arch, eyes widen as you look over at him, no sign of joking on his face.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me right, we should fuck. I mean, we both need the same thing and I can tell you find me attractive.”

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“I can tell when a woman wants me naked, but don’t feel ashamed, I think you’re hot too.”

“Wow, that’s nice to know,” you chuckle, still in disbelief of where this conversation just headed suddenly.

“When I saw you at the meeting the first time I imagined you sitting there naked. Not the best thing to think about when there are a bunch of other people in the room,” he admits and you can’t help but smile at what he just said. “I think we both would just benefit from it. Having good ass sex and finally cutting our toxic exes off, I see it as a win-win.”

He is not wrong. Actually, the more you think about the smarter it sounds in your head. You literally have nothing to lose, just have at least one great night and you don’t have to go home and satisfy yourself with the showerhead for once. Instead, this tall, muscular man could give you a good time for a change.

You stare at him for a few more moments before you show every doubt into the back of your mind and decide to give this slice of happiness to yourself.

“Alright, fuck it, let’s do it,” you sigh jumping to your feet and a second later you are sitting on his lap, lips crashing to his as his hands grab you ass with passion.

“You’re not gonna regret it,” he smirks standing up and keeping you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he heads into his bedroom. “Just so you know, I can get a little carried away during sex.”

“What, are you gonna try to kill me or something?” you ask a little out of breath kissing the corner of his mouth before he lays you down to the bed and gets on top of you, one knee between your legs and you bring against his thigh, making him groan in pleasure already.

“No, but I have a pretty dirty mouth,” he scoffs kissing you again. “Don’t get offended by my words.”

“Call me whatever you want as long as I end up screaming your name,” you cockily challenge him, and your words make his cock twitch.

It doesn’t take too long until you both get naked and Adam flips you over, pushing inside you from the back as you hold onto the headboard of his bed.

“Jesus, yes!” you pant from the sensation. He fills you up just right, his strong hands holding onto your hips steadily as he keeps slamming into you in a fast pace, the slapping sound of your bodies colliding filling the room along with your moans and his groans.

“Yes, you feel so fucking good, you fucking bitch,” he growls slapping your ass and you find yourself enjoying his dirty talks and rough ways of fucking you.

He is by far the best sex partner you’ve had and he makes sure you are just as satisfied as he is. He comes with his fingers digging into your ass, pushing almost all of his weight on you as he growls your name and it’s enough for you to throw you off the edge as well.

“Fuck! Adam!” you moan, your arms collapsing, your face buried into the pillow that smells exactly like him.

He pushes into you a few more times before pulling out leaving you with a feeling of emptiness now that he is not filling you up. You lie down on the covers as he goes to grab you a wash cloth. When he returns he kneels up to the bed and rolls you to your back opening up your knees so he can clean you up himself. When he is done he leans down and presses a kiss to your clit.

“This is one hell of a pussy. I can’t wait to eat it,” he says before standing up and you can’t help but laugh. He climbs onto the bed pulling the covers over the two of you as you lie there next to him, still in bliss from the orgasm he just gave you.

“Any regrets?” he asks turning to you.

“None,” you smirk rolling to your side, bringing your fingers up to his chest you start drawing patterns to it.

“Great. Another satisfied customer,” he jokes and you smack his chest before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side.

“Can I stay the night? I don’t have the energy to go home right now.”

“Sure, but I get clingy while sleeping so you might end up with me wrapped around you.”

“That’s fine,” you chuckle before closing your eyes and letting yourself fall asleep after this hell of an eventful day.

 You and Adam, it quickly becomes regular. It usually just takes a text or a call and either of you would end up in the other’s apartment by the end of the day, gladly fucking the night away. A stressful day, an unpleasant encounter with a friend, fight with parents, these all ended up as reasons to stand on the other person’s doormat that evening and neither of you said no to these occasions, equally needing the diversion from the problems in your life. And it wasn’t always just sex, you often met up just to hang out that ended up in some crazy, breathtaking sex, but it wasn’t unusual to spend the rest of the evening together once both of you were satisfied. You had to admit Adam was a nice person to be around. Not too serious, full of secrets you were dying to find out so that your picture of him would grow with each time you saw him.

One evening when Adam is over at your place, things just aren’t going right even though you try to focus on him. He is sitting on your couch with you on his lap, casually making out, his hands on your breasts under your shirt and even though you feel aroused, you are just not in the right place in your head.

“Okay, this literally feels like I’m making out with an aunt or something,” he sighs breaking off and you sit back to his thigh as his hands slide out of your shirt down to your waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, but you can’t fool him.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I can tell something is fucking your pretty mind up, so why don’t you just tell me?”

“I just had a stressful day at work, is all.”

“What happened?”

“My boss is up in my ass lately, because I’m a little behind with my project. I still have a lot of time to finish so I’m not worried, but he is and it’s stressing me out.”

“What made you fall behind?”

“I just had to face some unforeseen problems, but now it’s all good, I just have to pick up the pace a little bit before we present to the board. But Greg is like a psycho, he thinks I’ll run out of time and he is giving me such a hard time all day. He checks in on me every hour, asking about what progress I’ve made and he gets angry when I don’t say what he wants to hear.”

“He sounds like a total loser to me.”

“He kind of is,” you mumble under your breath, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Just ignore him, you’ll be done in time, I’m sure.” He gently squeezes your hips and leaning up he kisses your lips softly. “Why don’t we order some food and then doze out in bed?”

“But you came for the sex.”

“Yeah, but that requires at least two people and you are obviously not in the mood right now, so I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” you frown bringing your hands up to the base of his neck.

“Positive.”

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it and he honestly seems fine with just simply hanging out without the sex part. You order pizza, he eats most of it, but you are fine with it, then you start watching a movie, but both of you fall asleep pretty early into it. When you wake up it’s already over, Adam is passed out next to you, arms wrapped around your waist. Shutting your laptop down you lie back, turning to face him. He looks like a sweet giant, sleeping peacefully, his dark hair is one big patch on your light colored pillow.

As you stare at him he starts stirring in his sleep and a few moments later his eyes open, looking a little confused.

“Hey, you alright?” he whispers blinking at you.

“Yeah, I just… put the laptop away.”

“Oh, okay,” he nods into the pillow as he pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. “Go back to sleep, kid.”

You smile at the way he called you as you nuzzle against his chest and let yourself drift back to sleep.

 Hanging out without having sex happens more and more often after that night. And it’s not always you who initiates it. You often go out to have lunch together whenever Adam is near your workplace in the middle of the day, you two go see movies together, do grocery shopping together and neither of these end up in sex. Though it still happens a lot, not that you mind, because sex with Adam is just perfect. He knows exactly what to do to make you lose your shit and never leaves you unsatisfied.

But as the days go by you realize there’s been a slight change in how things are between you and him. One day you catch yourself wondering about what he must be doing right now and you realize you’ve been doing it a lot. Thinking about Adam whenever you are not with him, looking forward to see him again as soon as possible.

After all, he has become a regular person in your every days and if you think about it it’s hard to stay objective about this odd relationship you two have started.

When your project finally gets finished and presented the first person you call is Adam to tell him how great things went.

“That’s amazing, kid! I knew it would be alright.”

“Wanna celebrate tonight?”

“Sure!” 

“Your place at seven?”

“Perfect. See you tonight.”

You feel excited to spend yet another evening with Adam. You finish getting ready a bit earlier than you were supposed to and decide to just arrive before seven. It doesn’t occur to you that maybe you shouldn’t go there before the time you two agreed on, but you only realize this upon arriving.

The door to his apartment is open and you unsurely push it open walking inside.

“Adam?” you call out, peeling your coat off yourself, but there’s no answer. Instead, a few seconds later a blonde woman appears with at first curious eyes, but they soon turn into something clearly unfriendly.

“Who are you?” she asks tilting her head to the side and this is when you notice the cut on her hand and the broken glass on the floor of the kitchen.

“Who are you?” you ask back. “And where’s Adam?”

“He is clearly not here. I’m Jessa, but who the fuck you are?”

Hearing her name your throat tightens. Standing face to face of the ex you’ve heard so much about is entirely different from what you thought it would be. She is pretty, looks like a really badass person who doesn’t give a fuck about the world and lives by her own rules. So different from you on many ways and suddenly, you feel like you’re nothing.

Adam told you about how crazy things used to get when him and Jessa were having sex and seeing the mess in the kitchen and her hand, you figure she came over, they hooked up and things got out of hands, probably.

“I-I’m…” You’re not sure what to say, but there’s one thing you know and that’s the fact that you want to get the hell out of here right now.

As you turn around the door swings open and Adam walks in with a little white plastic bag in his hand.

“Okay I got bandaids, but—Y/N, you’re here early.” He freezes, his hand still holding the handle as he stares at you.

“Yeah, I uh… Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but I’m already on my way out, so…”

You try to push you way past him, but he grabs your arm and keeps you back.

“No, wait, this is not what you think,” he insists, but you don’t want to hear it.

“Adam, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want. I just… I just wanna go home now. Please,” you whisper the last word, basically begging him.

“Just let her go,” you hear Jessa call out from inside and it’s like a stab into your chest. His hand slowly peels off you and before he could say anything you turn around and leave as fast as possible.

This is wrong, this shouldn’t hurt this bad, because nothing really happened. You and Adam are not a couple, you shouldn’t feel like this because you saw him with his ex. He has the right to do whatever he wants, because you and him has no commitments towards each other.

Arriving back home you head for a hot shower and let your tears roll down your cheeks, mixing with the water as you just stand there, and quietly keep sobbing, feeling like the biggest loser in the city.

You let yourself catch feelings for someone who is obviously not interested in you in a serious way and now you are the one, feeling broken again.

Adam tries to call you that night, but you turn your phone off, feeling like you need some time apart from him to get things straight in your head.

 “Are you happy now?” Adam snaps at Jessa after you leave, and he slams the door shut, feeling his anger building up.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she rolls her eyes as she grabs the plastic bag from his hands and turns her attention at the bandaids he just got for her after she successfully slammed a glass at the counter and cut her hand in the heat of the fight they just had right before.

“Jessa, get the fuck out of here!”

“Are you really throwing me out?”

“I am, yes!”

“I had something else in my mind,” she seductively smiles stepping closer to Adam, sliding his hands up his chest, ready to kiss him, but he pushes her away this time.

“Stop it. I want you out of my place, now!” he barks walking past her and she is truly surprised at the way he is resisting her now.

“What the fuck has happened to you?”

“Nothing, I’m just done with you! I don’t want anything to do with you! So stop showing up at my place, because next time I’m gonna call the cops on you.”

“You can’t be serious, Adam,” she laughs shaking her head in disbelief.

“Actually, I have never been this serious, Jessa.”

“But why are you doing this now?”

“Because I don’t love you, anymore!” he snaps, his voice rumbling through the whole apartment. “I don’t love you, because I’m… Because I’m in love with Y/N, alright?!”

“What? With that girl?” she asks with utter disgust showing on her face as she gestures towards the front door.

“Yes! Because she doesn’t treat me like shit, she is actually interested in me and cares for me and I enjoy spending time with her, unlike you! So get the fuck out of here already, so I can make things right that you just screwed up, again!”

Jessa is a clever girl and now he sees that she is truly unwanted here. So grabbing her bag from the couch she heads for the door, but stopping she leaves him one last comment.

“Fuck you, Sackler,” she says flipping him off before finally leaving.

Adam feels vivid, he feels like he is about to break something and he needs everything in him to keep his cool and not ruin something. He needs some time to calm down before he feels like he is able to talk. Reaching for his phone he calls your number, but it goes almost straight to the voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a message and maybe I’ll call you back!” your pre-recorded voice greets him and he ends the call with a grunt before he could hear the beep.

“Fuck!” he snaps, his hand gripping the phone tightly. He tries to call you a few more times before leaving a short message to you.

“Y/N, please call me back. I can explain everything!”

But you don’t call him back, leaving him sleepless through the whole night.

Adam decides to give you some time, so you can come to him whenever you feel comfortable, but when he hears nothing from you for three days he can’t push his worries aside any longer.

Walking down the street to your apartment he keeps thinking about everything he wants to tell you, practicing it so he knows exactly what to say when he is standing in front of you, but his plans quickly get blown away when he spots you walk out of your building with a bearded guy who he recognizes as your ex, Luke, because you’ve shown pictures of the two of you before.

“Y/N?” he calls out, taken aback of seeing you with him and as you turn your head, your mouth hangs open. You weren’t expecting to see him and the timing is just the worst.

“Adam, what are you doing here?” you anxiously ask, glancing at Luke who is curiously eyeing him. Now that they are standing so close to each other you realize how much bigger Adam is than Luke, taller and definitely stronger.

“You didn’t answer my calls, I really wanted to talk to you.”

“Now is not the best time.”

“Hey, I’m Luke,” he chimes in holding out a hand for Adam, but he completely ignores it and his whole existence.

“You didn’t even let me tell you what really happened, just left and then never picked the phone up. The whole Jessa thing wasn’t what it looked like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Adam. You can do whatever you want.”

“I’m sorry, would someone fill me in about what’s going on?” Luke asks and you and Adam answers at the same time, in different manners.

“Just a moment, Luke.”

“Shut the fuck up, Assface!”

“Adam!” you give him a look. You really don’t want to make a scene on the street and you know how Adam’s temper works.

“I’m sorry, but who do you think you are? Coming here and rudely call me names in front of my girlfriend who clearly doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not your girlfriend,” you snap at him and he gives you that look you know all too well. It’s the one he used to give you when he wanted you to be a nice little obeying girl and do whatever he wanted you to do. But it doesn’t work on you anymore.

“We’ll talk about it later. Get in the car, Y/N,” he tells opening the door of the black car parked right in front of the building.

“Luke, I’m not going anywhere with you and I’m not your girlfriend. Stop trying to have control over me!”

“I’m not having this discussion here right now. Get in the car!” he sneers and grabbing your arm he pulls you to the car, but you push his hand away and stumble back. You’re just about to tell him off when Adam stands between the two of you.

“Hey, stop touching her! She doesn’t want to go with you!”

“Who the fuck are you? Just get lost and leave us alone!” Luke makes the mistake of pushing Adam’s shoulder and in that moment you already know what is about to happen.

“Fuck you, Assface!” Adam growls and before you could even try to stop him, his fist collides with Luke’s face, making him smack against the side of the car with a painful growl. “You have no respect for her and you don’t deserve her!” he shouts, making people start to stop and stare at what’s happening.

“Adam, that’s enough. Come on.” You grab his arm and start pulling him backwards. At first he resists, but then he turns around and the two of you leave the growling Luke there to deal with his pain alone.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” you shake your head at him once you are up in your apartment, alone.

“Honestly, I thought you’d be angrier at me for the punch,” he admits stopping in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips. You just shake your head smiling.

“He kinda deserved it, so…”

“The asshole deserved more than just a punch! I wish I could rub his face into the asphalt!”

“Okay, stop, I don’t want you to get arrested for assault.”

“It would worth it! The way he talked to you and touched you, had my blood boiling.”

He huffs to himself, needing a minute to calm down and then he remembers the real reason why he came here. His eyes fall back on you and you get lost in how soft they are.

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

“Adam, it’s really not—“ “No, you are going to let me talk!” he demands so you close your mouth and listen. “Nothing happened with Jessa. She came over unannounced and we got into a fight, because I said I don’t want to get back together with her. She got crazy and slammed the glass against the counter and it cut her hand. I didn’t have any bandaids at home so I had to run to the store to get some. Then you arrived and completely misunderstood the whole thing, but I threw her out after. She was losing it completely, but I didn’t want anything to do with her.”

Hearing the truth you feel a wave of relief washing over you as you find out things were different from what you thought. He didn’t hook up with her, in fact, he seemingly completely ended everything between them and it felt like victory to you.

“Okay. I believe you,” you softly say and Adam exhales sharply hearing your reply.

“Alright, now tell me what this shithead was doing here.”

“He just showed up, out of nowhere,” you roll your eyes crossing your arms on your chest. “He tried to lure me into moving back to Seattle, but I was having none of it. He said he had a table reserved for us, that’s where we were heading when you arrived and punched him,” you say smiling to yourself.

“So you didn’t get back together with him?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Is there… Is there a specific reason why you didn’t want to get back together with him?” he questions and you feel your cheeks burning.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’ll tell you why. Because the reason why I didn’t want Jessa back is that I fell for you.”

You gasp at his words, staring at him in awe as he slowly starts walking towards you.

“I know it all started as just a way of coping, but… Y/N, I fell in love with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it really happened. It’s not about just sex anymore, well, that’s fucking amazing as well,” he adds making you laugh. “But I want more. I love sleeping with you in my arms, waking up next to you, have breakfast with you and talk about your nonsense dreams. I want to hear about the stuff that worries you and I want to be the person you come to when things get rough. I didn’t think this is how it would turn out to be, but… It happened! And now I guess I’m stuck with this feeling, hoping you won’t turn me down.”

You’ve never seen Adam Sackler this nervous, standing in front of you, waiting for any kind of response from you after his confession. His words spoke from your heart and knowing he feels the same way is just ecstatic.

Closing the distance between the two of you, your hands slide up to the back of his neck bringing him down, but just when his lips are about to touch yours, you stop.

“I love you too, you loser,” you grin before finally kissing him, earning a relieved growl as his arms wrap around you and lifting you up he spins you around while kissing you.

“I hope you know that I’ll be around you 24/7 now, you’ll get sick of me,” he warns you putting you down, but keeping you in his arms.

“Not if you get sick of me first.”

“That’s not happening. I can never get enough of you,” he says burying his face into your chest while his hands grip your ass, making you laugh at him.

“Alright, we’ll see. But now I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” you tell him and his head shoots up in excitement.

“That’s something I can definitely do. Anything for my girl!”

Lifting you up into his arms your lips reconnect as he carries you into your bedroom, the two of you falling into the sheets like dominos and soon you become just one big naked mass, limbs tangled, lips glued together, occasional ‘I love you’s breaking the moaning and panting.

[the-hs-etaverse]

Driving

John: He’s a fairly good driver when he doesn’t want to fly, he just hits the brakes and the gas too hard sometimes. He also has no fear of tight turns. He will go 40 around a hairpin bend. “what do you mean, it’s not normal to have your body jolt from side to side while you’re driving?” He’s never been in an accident.

Rose: Legit has no fear of death. Also, she’s a New Yorker, so that automatically means she’s mediocre at best. Merges in as tight a gap as she can possibly manage. “I would have had plenty of space if you had only paid attention!” Listens to podcasts and audiobooks during long trips. Forgets to turn them off when the cops pull her over. Pays her tickets.

Dave: Decent. Plays the radio, but not very loudly. Has been known to switch on cruise control and put his feet up on the dashboard. Fell asleep while driving once. He woke up and saw that his car had been totaled and that there was lots of shrapnel in him, so he went back in time to fetch his past self out of the car before succumbing to his wounds. He is haunted by the experience to this day. Has never gotten a ticket.

Jade: Has never been in a car before. Never wants to get in a car. Dave makes fun of her, like, “all dogs love car rides and im sure youd love sticking your head out the window” but that only makes Jade more determined to avoid car rides like the plague. She teleports everywhere. She teleported to a hospital once and legit gave the nurse a heart attack.

Jane: Drives very well. Obeys all the rules of the road. Stays five over the speed limit. She keeps her car clean as a whistle: she makes everyone knock off their shoes before getting in her car, and God forbid if you eat anything. She probably has one of those “St. Christopher Protect Us” visor clips despite not being Catholic. (She’s Lutheran.)

Roxy: Is Not Safe. Has been in at least three accidents. Blasts rock music. One time [this is based on a true story], she was pulling into the driveway with her radio blasting away, and Dave, Jake, and Karkat were outside, and they started waving at her because there was something scraping the ground on the underside of her car. Her response? Turn the music up EVEN LOUDER, drowning out the scraping, and wave back.

Dirk: Excellent driver. Forgets to use turn signals. Occasionally drifts around corners, but only when nobody’s around. Occasionally puts Lil Cal in the passenger seat so he can use the carpool lane. For whatever reason, doesn’t ever let anyone ride with him.

Jake: Is a surprisingly good driver. Sometimes, he’ll get carried away with talking to his passengers and will have to be reminded to keep his eyes on the road. He uses one foot for the gas and the other for the brake, so occasionally, there’ll be this terrible grinding noise when he tries to brake. Put diesel in his car once. [Also based on a true story.] Nobody will let him live it down.

Aradia: Drives decently well, but does NOT put her hands on the wheel. She turns it with her telekinesis. She says “it helps me get a better feel f0r the car”. She has received numerous tickets. She does not care. The government can’t catch her if they can’t find her.

Tavros: Can’t legally drive because of his paralysis. He’s afraid of cars, partly due to his aforementioned paralysis. “dON’T YOU KNOW, hOW MANY PEOPLE, gET INJURED IN CAR ACCIDENTS,” Jade is more than happy to teleport him wherever he wants to go.

Sollux: Doesn’t have a license. Carpools with Aradia all the time. Knows how to drive in theory (because Video Games), but doesn’t. In video games, he’s fast and very prone to drifting, but somehow never crashes ever, except in the most extreme of situations.

Karkat: Doesn’t own a car. Very good driver. Complains constantly about all the other drivers. I mean, he’s good, so he’s justified? But still? Sometimes, he slows down in front of particularly pernicious vehicles just because he can. Slows down but does not actually stop at stop signs. Sings along with the radio.

Nepeta: Chaos driver. Makes U-turns whenever and wherever she wants. Goes out of her way to run down squirrels. (But not deer, because Equius would throw a fit.) Gets serious road rage. Honk at her? The next ten seconds of your life will be hell. Her car’s a legit mess.

Kanaya: The go-to carpool lady, if you're not in a rush. Very safe driver. Always drives the posted speed limit. Doesn’t move from the right lane, ever. Has threatened to turn Aradia in to the government. “Dont Make Me Turn This Car Around” Plays show tunes and sings along. Karkat and Roxy will join in.

Terezi: Legally blind and cannot drive. Is still a backseat driver. Every once in a while, she’ll yell “R4C3 R4C3 R4C3″ or something. Five minutes later, she’ll accost the driver for not using turn signals. Nepeta let her try driving one whole time, in an empty Target parking lot at 3 in the morning. It... went surprisingly well. They almost crashed into a line of shopping carts, but it still went well.

Vriska: Her license was suspended a year ago. Don’t ask why. She’s currently plotting to get it back.

Equius: Excellent driver. Stays 5 over the speed limit. Fixes everyone’s cars, so long as the customer does him a favour in return. His car is immaculate, somehow, despite letting the likes of Nepeta into it.

Gamzee: The epitome of not caring. Drifts over lanes. Coasts through red lights. Has miraculously never been in an accident. Has been pulled over multiple times but has never been arrested. The police are afraid of him for some reason. Tries to charge people to carpool with him, but nobody ever wants to.

Eridan: Pretty good. He also has a boating license. Never uses windshield wipers, for some reason. Is actually fond of hydroplaning? NEVER ride with him when there’s precipitation.

Feferi: CHAOS DRIVER ROAD RAGE GET OUT OF HER FREAKING WAY

Calliope: Very good. A little too tentative sometimes. Never takes a turn faster than like 5 mph. Not overly fond of driving. Doesn’t have her own car.

Caliborn: Reads your bumper stickers to decide whether or not to cut you off. Has his brights on in the middle of the day. Goes 30 mph in parking lots. So basically, not horrible, but also very jerkish.

[free-pool-trash]

All Too Well - Natsuya Kirishima x Reader

HEYYYYYY I’M BACK. (yes i’m aware I said the exact same thing in March and then didn’t come back but hey I’m here now) Y’all we are so close to 1K followers and I fucking love you all so much!!! IF THIS IS BAD IM SORRY IT’S LIKE 3AM

Having said that here is some Natsuya angst!!! I based this off one of my favorite songs ‘All Too Well’ by Taylor Swift so please enjoy!

LEAVE A NOTE AND PLEASE COMMENT OR REBLOG IF YOU ENJOY IT <33

word count: 1,761

MASTERLIST 

The sky was dark as the rain poured, hitting your window with a soft pattering sound that soothed your aching heart only slightly, the weather seemed to be reflecting how you felt in that moment, after everything had fallen apart once again.

You remembered how you felt when everything about the entire situation you keep finding yourself stuck in was new, how you felt the first time he’d introduced you to his little brother, how silly you felt when you’d left your favorite scarf at his little brothers apartment, how he’d laughed and told you he’d get it back for you, how even after saying that you never did get it back and how whenever you were with him something about him always felt like home somehow.

Recalling how before all of the drama, the way he acted and all of his sweet little quirks, you remembered how mesmerizing they were to you. How at the best of times you couldn’t take your eyes off of his bright and happy face and how you never even had a care in the world so long as he was with you.

Thinking about those times now though, as the rain seemed to grow heavier, you couldn’t seem to remember why he was so bad for you despite the fact that you’d just re-lived the worst pain of your life and it was a pain that was once again caused by him.

But still, your mind was clouded over with the memories, only the good times showing in your head.

Music blared through the old car’s radio as it sped down the motorway, the road was devoid of any cars except your own and the only other thing on the dark tarmac were the leaves that had been continuously falling from the trees at the side of the road all autumn, the bright colors added beauty to the usually grim looking road.

“Oh I love this song! Babe turn it up” You exclaimed from the driver's seat as your boyfriend chuckled at your excitement and turned up the radio as you requested, his eyes gazing at you lovingly as you screamed along with the music, your happy face captivating him like it somehow always managed to, and he couldn’t help how he leaned across from the passenger seat to kiss you softly on the cheek, his brown hair tickling you as he pulled away, still gazing at you.

“What was that for?” You’d asked, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“You looked cute, I couldn’t resist.” He responded, his beautiful amber eyes closing and his mouth stretching into a smile.

You could see it so vividly, even after all the time had passed and all the magic died away, you could still feel the soft touch of his lips against your cheek, the feeling haunting you as it always did whenever that particular memory crossed your mind.

What hit you hardest though, were the memories that were still fresh, the ones that were going to be different, these were the ones you thought wouldn’t be tainted by a heartbreaking ending, but just like the rest, they had been. It hurt, remembering the look of happiness and hope on his face when he had seen you that day, back in his hometown of Iwatobi, after such a long time he still thought you were the most incredible person in the world, even with the wind blowing your hair in all directions and the cold air making the tip of your nose appear red, he’d given you that look and you gave one of your own right back, both of you silently wishing that this time it’d work out.

But again your mind threw you back, back to when he'd introduced you to his mother. The woman who had welcomed you into her home with such open arms, the woman who as soon as she got the opportunity whipped out your boyfriend's baby pictures.

"Awh look at little baby Natsuya in his little glasses!" You teased him, giggling as his cheeks turned red and he moved to shut the photo album, "Alright that's enough of that for one night." He'd laughed out, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, he kissed your head as you pouted at him. His mother watched you both with a soft smile before she spoke up. "You know, before you Natsuya never even had a girlfriend." To which you laughed and snuggled closer to him, "Yeah, I know…"

You remember how he said that you'd be his last girlfriend too, how he told his mother that he had it all figured out with you, how later that night he'd laid out every detail of his life to you thinking wholeheartedly that you'd be with him for the rest of it, and you wished he'd have been right.

You had known that those times were long gone and that when the story of you and Natsuya came to an end there was nothing else you could have possibly done to stop it.

When you ended you forced yourself to forget about him and now, here you were sat alone, rain still pouring and wishing you hadn't forgotten exactly why you needed to forget him in the first place.

Natsuya watched you from his side of the bed with a wide smile, amber eyes scanning your blushing face. You looked back at him, quickly kissing him before getting out of the warm bed.

"Where you going?" He whined as he watched you throw on one of his t-shirts, the fabric fitting you like a dress. "To get some water, you want anything?" You asked him as you walked toward his kitchen, when he didn't answer you figured he didn't want anything.

Opening the fridge to get a bottle of water, you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist and lips on your neck, you laughed as you turned around to come face to face with the boy you'd loved and lost and then loved again.

"You really couldn't wait two minutes huh?" You questioned with a smile, your arms wrapping around his neck and the water in the open fridge being forgotten.

"I missed you." He told you sincerely, making your heart flutter as he began to sway with you, humming your song from way back when. 

When you thought back to the way you both danced, the bulb of the refrigerator being the only light in the kitchen that night, you wondered how everything had gone so wrong yet again.

"What do you mean, 'it just isn't the right time' Natsuya? I thought we got past this?!" You'd yelled out at him, as you felt like you were having deja Vu.

You wondered if maybe you weren't understanding him right, that maybe you were both just getting lost in translation, but his next words proved to you that that wasn't the case.

"I'm just not ready to settle yet okay?" He told you, pulling his hand through his hair.

"Nobody is asking you to fucking settle, you said you wanted to travel so you could race I really don't see where I'm the problem with that plan, Natsu!" His jaw clenched as your voice gradually got louder with the more upset you became.

"I just don't want to think about having you here waiting for me every place I go, alright? I want my freedom." 

All you could do was let out a dry and humorless laugh, you really were having a deja Vu, because that was exactly what he told you the first time he broke your heart. "I want my freedom"

Nodding you stormed toward the door of his apartment, "Guess even after all this time, being enough for you is still too much to ask. Have your freedom, Natsuya, but don't you even think of calling me up just so you can break me again the next time your in town and that 'freedom' turns into loneliness." You told him, your voice cracking as you left through his front door. You practically ran from his apartment building, you remembered it so clearly the way your chest heaved and the tears fell down your face.

The thing you wished you hadn't forgotten about him was his ability to be so cruel even if it was in the sake of being honest, you'd hoped that had changed but it never had.

Shaking your head and wiping your eyes you continued to stare out the window at the pouring rain. It felt like you'd been sitting in that position for hours, like time had barely passed and you couldn't get away from it, like there was nothing you could do to make it go faster.

This wasn't like you, but after all this, you weren't sure what was like you anymore.

Little did you know that Natsuya was having the same inner turmoil as you were, he was all the way across the city yet all he was thinking about were the nights that you spent together, the days that you both wasted away, the ones where you'd laze around all day wearing one of his old flannel shirts and he'd admire you simply for being you, now that he thinks about it those weren't the days wasted, but are the ones like today, where all he could think about was how stupid he was for letting what was most likely the love of his life slip through his fingers once again after you'd even given him a second chance.

He sat by his window, the scarf that you'd left in his little brothers apartment years ago held tightly in his grip. If he really meant what he said to you about freedom, he knew that by now, he would've thrown it away, but he hadn't and he knew that he wouldn't.

Because there he was again, imagining you, remembering how you'd wrapped that very scarf around you in the winter, how he'd grab it by the ends and use it to pull you into a loving kiss. Remembering when you loved him so so much, back before he'd fucked up the one real thing he'd ever known.

He loved you and he thought he'd be different this time, from the moment he saw you again with the wind in your hair, to the way you both danced around his kitchen in the middle of the night.

But the most vivid thing in his mind was the look on your face when you walked away.

He remembered it, all too well.

[multi-mused-misdeeds]

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Its been 600 years and we're now on Oct 16th but im just posting the 3rd & 4th day since it was just easier to slam them together!

But i knew this was gonna happen but im just gonna keep trying to do all the promts! Tho some will defs be paired together while there will be other im just gonna skip so im sure it'll even itself out or something lol

Anyways enjoy!~

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Insomnia/ “No, stop!”

10/3- 10/4

Letting out a soft groan, Saisuka rolled over onto his stomach, one arm dangling off the side of the bed while he shoved the other under the pillow he current had his face jammed into. Squishing the pillow closer to his face, he kicked, well more of flailed one leg, attempting to get the blanket off his lower legs. After a few attempts he finally managed to get his legs free. Letting out a small sigh, it almost completely muffled by the pillow, he closed his eyes and waited for sleep. And waited. And waited.

“Fuuuuuuck!” He groaned into the pillow.

He couldn't sleep.

When the hell was the last time he even remembered sleeping? And passing out drunk or high didn't count. Neither did dying. At least he didn't count it. Waking up from death never felt like a nap that was for sure. So when was the last time? Hell, did he even need to sleep anymore? He honestly didn't know.

Letting out another groan, Saisuka rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He had no idea what time it was and honestly he didn't care. It didn't matter, he just wanted to sleep, even if it was just a few hours it would be better than this. This never ending feeling of being awake until he finally died next. Was that REALLY the only way he could sleep now? Gods he hopped not. Just thinking about it was enough to drive him crazy. If he wasn't already.

“Please.” He asked, pressing the heels of his hands into his closed eyes, “Please, just a few hours. That's all I want. I'll do anything. Anything!”

He didn't even know who was talking too, which gods could possibly even help him, but he would give anything and everything to them if they just granted his wish. But of course it was never that simple.

Dropping his arms back onto the bed, on either side of his head. He took a deep breath, and than another. If he just focused, calmed down, than maybe he could sleep. Focus on the feeling of the evening breeze blowing over is skin, the smell of the night coming threw the open window, on the sound of the waves hitting the shore in the distance, on the faint sounds of piano playing...

“Oh fuck.” He said, bolting up right. How hadn't he heard that first? Now that it found the sound, ears twitching, he couldn't understand how he had missed it before. But it could only mean one thing.

Aizaki was awake too.

Throwing the blanket off himself, Saisuka swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Aizaki being awake was never a good thing. If Saisuka didn't get sleep it didn't really matter. He was groggy and things sucked, but when Aizaki didn't sleep that only meant more pain and suffering for him the longer it went on. No, Saisuka learned years ago that it was never a good idea to let Aizaki go without sleep.

Striding a crossed his room, easily avoiding any of the discarded items of clothing and other things scattered about, Saisuka reached the door, hand on the handle and paused. He could still easily hear the piano, the soft haunted sounds ringing through the dark room. It easily sent a chill down his spin, a low whine escaping him as his tail dropped low and near one leg.

Aizaki, despite everything he had ever done to him, was a phenomenal piano player and there were days where Saisuka could sit and listen to him for hours, if he was aloud anyways. But that didn't change the fact that no matter what the sound was it always held a note of horror. He wasn't sure if it was just the sound of the instrument in general or if it was just the way Aizaki played, but hearing it at night, knowing that going out there do deal with this would end badly, always unnerved him. He wasn't sure if that would ever change. Swallowing hard, he pulled the door open and stepped into the hall.

It, like his room, was also still dark. He couldn't see a single light on, but the shine of the half moon through the windows was enough for him to see. Not that he needed it. He could easily see in the dark and just as easily navigate the house in the dark. Or by sound. Seeing as he could hear the piano even better now. The same melody repeating. Over and over and over. Also not a good sign.

Walking towards the sound, he tried to steal himself. This wouldn't end well. It never did. Not for him, not that anything did but the fact that the same melody was being repeated only meant that it wasn't that Aizaki wasn't asleep but that he was most likely sleep walking. And honestly that unnerved Saisuka far more.

Coming to the end of the hall, he stepped into the living space. The piano was to one side, closest to the bow window, where on good days he would sit and smoke, if aloud, and listen to Aizaki work on piece after piece. It was the closest they ever got to peaceful and despite everything, despite the pain and suffering and death, he actually enjoyed those moments. It was beyond fucked up and he knew that. Gods he knew that, but there was nothing he could do.

Now though, in the middle of the night, or early hours of the morning, he still wasn't sure, the scene gave off a totally different feel. It was cold, and chilling, freezing him to the core. Aizaki sat at the piano, his back to him, black hair looking far messier than normal. Repeating the same melody over and over, hand moving effortless over the keys.

Saisuka would never know the difference between the white or black keys or ever understand how to read music, but it was so ingrained in Aizaki he could even do it while basically sleeping walking. It was amazing but at the same time the creepiest thing he had ever heard. Honestly he just wanted to turn around and go back to bed, or even just leave. He'd make sure he came back as soon as the sun came up and deal with whatever happened than. It had to be better than this. This was just too much.

Instead, he swallowed hard and took a step forwards, then another and then another. He refused to get too close, not within striking range anyways. If he was lucky, which Saisuka never was, maybe if he just called out to Aizaki it would wake him up just enough and he could make a run back to his room and pry that Aizaki would just go back to his room himself. It could work. Maybe. Chewing his bottom lip, he found himself fidgeting. He just had to open his mouth that was all. Just speak, loud enough so Aizaki could hear him and wake up.

“Aizaki?” He called, his voice quivering. It wasn't loud enough, he was surprised he heard himself over the music.

“Aizaki?” A little louder but not good enough. The melody continued, the chill seeming to set in deeper, making him shake. A fix would be great right now.

“Aizaki.” No still not good enough. Gods he was pathetic. Why was he so damn pathetic!?

“Aizaki!” Yes good, louder, but still no change. Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists, ignoring the bite of his claws. This was stupid. He was stupid. He just needed to wake him up, get him back to bed, it wasn't that damn hard.

Taking the last step forwards, Saisuka unclenched his hands, outstretching one, too focused on just doing it to notice the stop of the music.

“Damnit Aizaki, wake up da--” he stopped dead, the words dying on his tongue, as Aizaki's hand swung out, claws flexed, easily slicing thru the thin material of his shirt and right into his side. Sinking into the flesh, and dragging a crossed his stomach, easily shredding flesh and muscle in its wake.

“Keep my name out of your filthy mouth.” Aizaki hissed, jerking his hand out of Saisuka's side, as he took a stumbling step backwards.

A whimper escaping, Saisuka slapped a hand to his side, pressing hard and feeling blood, hot and sticky gush from the wound, “Fuck.” Him whimpered out, feeling his leg give out under him, every inch of him lighting up with pain as he grumbled to his knees.

“So loud, so unnecessarily loud.” Aizaki mumbled, pushing himself up with one hand, it landing on the keys and letting out a handful of sour notes.

Jerking his attention back to the piano keys, Aizaki sneered, both at the sound and the blood now staining the keys. Eyes narrowing, he slammed keylid down and turned his attention back to Saisuka. Stepping around the bench, he advanced on him. Something Saisuka didn't notice until a foot connected with his side, ripping a scream of pain from him.

“Shut up!” Aizaki snapped, stepping back a moment as he watches Saisuka topple to his side.

“I'm s-so-rry.” Saisuka managed to get out, trying his hardest to hold back a sob.

“I said, shut up.” Aizaki said, aiming a kick at Saisuka's stomach, feeling the blood burst from the torn skin and splatter his foot, as another scream burst from his disgusting mouth. Nose wrinkling, Aizaki pushed Saisuka onto his back, watching as he squeezed his eyes shut, face twisted in pain, as tears rolled down his face.

“No, stop! Please” Sisuka sobbed, trying his hardest to move away from Aizaki, but the pain was making hard to move, to even think. He just wanted it too stop.

“Pathetic.” Aizaki scoffed, lifting his foot and slamming it down onto Saisuka's stomach again, pinning him to the spot. A small grin forming as blood bubbled out of his mouth, silencing any other words that threatened to come up.

“That's better. Choke. It's what you get, repeating my name over and over again. Like it belongs in your mouth. Disgusting.” Aizaki said, crouching down and grabbing his face, holding it in one place so he couldn't turn it to the side and cough the blood up.

“I want you to choke. Drown in your own blood. Unable to make another sound. It's a fitting punishment.” Aizaki said, looking down on Saisuka, seeing the pain and fear in his red eyes.

Humming softly, he leaned closer, not caring about the risk of him coughing blood on him. He was already in a puddle of it at this point and he wanted to watch the life drain from Saisuka's eyes as he gurgled and choked, trying desperately to breath. Blood bubbling and running down his face. He could easily slap his hand away, could easily over power him but Aizaki wasn't worried. He never had to be. Saisuka was to scared to lash out. It was almost disappointing really.

Digging his claws into Saisuka's face, easily puncturing the flesh, blood pouring from the wound, sticky and hot. Too hot. Letting out a hiss of pain, Aizaki jerked his hand away, easily tearing more flesh was fresh blood poured free. Blood and black sludge. Snarling, and cradling his now burning hand against his chest, Aizaki all but jumped away from Saisuka, the soles of his feet burning as back as his hand.

Stumbling backwards, Aizaki dropped down on the bench, frantically wiping his hand on his shirt, the searing pain not fading as the smell of burning flesh reached his nose.

“Fuck.” Aizaki snarled, squeezing his eyes shut, continuing to desperately scrub his hand against his shirt, it still doing nothing as his feet continued to burn, but that was hardly as important not with his hand burning as bad as it was.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He yelled, pushing himself back to his feet, ignoring the pain. Shooting one last glare at Saisuka's now still body, Aizaki stormed past him. He needed to get this disgusting slime off himself before it caused too much damage to his hand.

Plus by the time he came back Saisuka should be back from his little sleep and there was always something so much more enjoyable about hurting him before he even knew what was going on.

“Sleep well Saisuka, I'll see you when you wake up.” Aizaki called over his shoulder, with the smallest giggle as he disappeared back down the darkened hallway, the sound following him.

[disneysnuff]

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A Jarryd Robertson film

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The overture: classical music plays 1 minute

Appears-

    “This film is an apology for calling Angela a jew in year 7 and for referring to my mother as a kyke.. Also I looked at Pauls nose weird twice. - For the dead.” YELLOW FONT

the ocean FLOWS in, a red— filtered shade is composed over the water.

Scene 1- int/ext- Day- ‘The Six Nose’

An anti-jewish propaganda circa 1939

Narrator: (in german)The Jew is a plague. These physiognomies immediately refute the liberal theories about the equality of all who bear a human countenance.

four jewish man stand in a room smiling bearded dressed in robe and yamachas.

Narrator: (in german) the beard. the skullcap.  and the robes make the jew easily recognisable to any person. should he remove them we risk polluting the purity of our species being that only the sharp-eyed can spot their racial origins. the jew alters their outward appearance, and leave there polish haunts for the rich world. when a jew is around the non-jewish you see him hide, you see him remove the beard and skull cap prepared to infiltrate and destroy western civilization. The jew in kaftan.. Now.. the concealed jew in western european clothes.

the four jewish men stand without beard, skull cap and robes dressed in suits. smiling.

Narrator:  as you can see the jew may be able to conceal there heritage an infest our country. An essential trait to spot the Jew is the 6 nose.

a special circular ruler is placed against a Jews nose

Narrator: The shape of the nose is an involuntary revelation of the racial origins of the Jew. The phony dogma that tricked a healthy instinct of a nation. A plague that threatens the health of the aryan people. Richard Wagner, once said: “the jew is the demon behind the corruption of mankind” and these pictures prove it

The jews are shown smiling in the street. talking. some smoking. attending a synagogue.arguing

Narrator: instead jewish morality is in crass contradiction of the aryan concept of ethics, proclaims an unrestrained egoism of every Jew to be divine law. His religion makes cheating and usury a duty. In the fifth book of moses it is stated that “the lord may bless all thy dealings” for the jews doing business is something holy. there youth see only money and do not share the idealism of our german youth.

ADOLF HITLER drives through a parade

our fuhrer once wrote:

“The personification of the devil as the symbol of all evil assumes the living shape of the Jew”

Jews are shown in the street haggling and trading. and a Jew is shown sideways in a near silouette that fades into a silloutte

Narrator- Remember The six nose!

the nose is zoom in upon and an accent charms

-note: roman iconography and nazi flags is spliced throughout along with jewish paraphenallia.-

Scene 2- ext/int day- pond- Gold residence- the family man

A quiet rocky village in the country.

A pond occupied by ducks swimming harmoniously. The sun is going down and the world is laced with golden sunlight.

Bread is thrown into the water by families and kids. People are playing. The Jewish are living. the pond i and stills by a village that is occupied by only The jewish. a family is throwing bread into the water.

Jacobny: broyt (bread) broyt!

the ducks comp up the bread quacking about.

two kids begin skipping rocks. the rocks skip across the water in two pads/plops.

KEBETT: (in yiddish) Do you think you could hit a duck? hahaha

CORDEN: i could sell and feed rocks to this duck!

Corden nods firmly. he throws the rock and hits a duck. the ducks stammer and goes into panic fleeing about flapping the wings squawking about.

Kebett and Corden laugh and keep throwing rocks

Kebett: the ducks fly off north from here. hahaha

they skip more rocks and hit the ducks again causing them to fly off but no more ducks are hit.

kebetts mother lucille wanders towards the pond

Lucille: kebbett!! its dinner time come home

Corden: id do fu-fuck your mother because she cooks so well. Kebbet: “Abi gezunt dos leben ken men zikh ale mol nemen.” stay healthy because you can kill yourself later.

corden: tomorrow youll awake to her squeling “corden fuck me!!”

Kebbet: what did you say to me?

kebbet raises his hand to his chin and flicks his hand off of it with a click of his fingers

Gey strashe di gens (go threaten the geese)

the two boys leave the pond to go home.

you see corden arrive at his house. the house is made of round rocks as is most of the village. corden goes into his house and sneaks past his father who is tossing salad with wooden utensils. The Father HUMBA mixes up the salad. Humba is a good father and doctor. and now lives with his wife and four children.

Humba Gold: Sofia! giyani! Corden!

Humba pops a cork of a glass bottle of purple drink/juice. the four children come from their rooms as Humba pours them all a glass at the setted up dining room table. the children enter and sit at the table quiet. Corden is wearing a red peter pan like hat instead of his yamacah. Humba serves the dinner. the girls enter laughing. Humba silences them.

Humba: Sofia! have extra today. you’ll need to eat, you look very skinny!

Sofia: im trying to papa

Humba: did you catch the butterfly yet my butterfly?

Sofia: no they do not stand still for me

Humba:Because you are not a nice little girl i think

humba grins

sofia: i pray and worship every day  yes i am a nice girl. can you help me to catch it papa

Humba: perhaps tomorrow.. but.. you need only to look in the mirror my butterfly

humba reaches out to her and touches her nose.

Humba:hold hands everyone

they hold hands

Humba:BA-RUCH A-TAH A-DO-NOI

ELO-HAI-NU ME-LECH HA-O-LAM

HA-MO-TZI LE-CHEM MIN HA-A-RETZ. (blessed are you, Lord our God, king of the universe, who brings forth bread from the earth. )

Humba: we may now eat

the family eat away for a minute or so untill it becomes apparent that Corden is chewing with his mouth open

Corden: Chomp! Chomp!

humba becomes irritated. and bangs he table loudly. BANG.

Humba: Do not eat like an animal Corden!! if you want to eat like a goat! you can piss and shit like a goat, sleep like a goat FUCK LIKE A GOAT!!

Corden: Goat?..!!!

Humba: take that stupid hat off now

corden: Goat???

Humba slaps the hat off his head

Humba: mouth closed

the daughters sit silently eating quietly

Humba: BEHEYME (fool)

Corden: you work me like the goat

Humba: different… You a person!! what would your mother think? oh this boy is no person he pees with his feet!! what is this on your head?

Corden: hat.

Humba: TAKE THAT STUPID HAT OFF NOW

Corden stares at his father now hatless. they continue staring at eachother Corden grabs a handful of the salad with his hands and stuffs it in his mouth

Humbert:BOY!!!

Corden takes off his hat picks up his weapons/cutlery and begins using them.

-END SCENE-

Scene 3- ext/int-day- village street. The arrival of evil

the rocky made village is filled with jews all inside there homes. three SS gestapo vehicles drives upon the outskirts of the village slowly but surely approaching. birds eye. approaching from a few miles from the village two of the vehicles are jeep-like and the third, the car at the front, is a german vehicle of luxury. three gestapo are having a conversation in one of the military style jeeps.

VIKOR: whats the best type of jewish?

SOLO: mhm, a poor jueden.

They laugh.

solo: have good one da

vikor: how many jews does it take to ruin a nation?

solo: ein (one).

solo ashes a ciggarette.

vikor: again with.. whats the best type of jewish?

a nazi untilts his hat and begins speaking.

LUKIN: that is very simple.. one that is not of breath

solo: i prefer a jew that looks like he needs a jacket in winter. and is as still, as an oil painting.

all together: hahaha mudhahaha

lukin: soon they all be

lukin ashes the ciggarette.

nazi flags of the car float in the wind.

the cars are driving along a windy road.

-the second car to the front.-

a german named FANG shines his luger singing

a second named KLAUS is driving whilst behind the wheel, and another nazi gordon sits setting up his photo camera

FANG:

A, B, C, the cat ran in the snow,

And as she went out of it,

She had on white booties,

O jiminy, O jiminy, O jiminy, O gee!

GORDON: stop singing i cant deal with it

fang: (LOUDER)

oh !!A, B, C, the cat ran up high,

She licked her cold paw clean

And also cleaned her booties,

And went no more into the snowwww.

                          fang. whats wrong ?

gordon: its a melancholic day.

fang: da? holes for all, our last automatic death!

fang plays with his luger shining it faster getting off on it and then aims

fang: chu chu splat splash chu

gordon: system. they have a system now.

fang: makes our job prettier

gordan: our last pop pop. goodbye jew.. heil furher.

they exchange looks

fang:it is the last time we see the naked, idiotic, weak drop.. you get to take more pictures . (in german) and i get to play play  

gordon holds his camera to his eye

fang: lets make it the most beautiful massacre ever, okay?

gordan: Käsekuchen” or (cheesecake)!!

gordon takes the picture

gordon: last day..

fang: LAST. day.

the lineup of the car are approaching

-the luxurious first car-

the hood ornament gleams in vivid dominance a swatstika

ss gestapo officer grim is singing and conducting in his car as german classical music plays (voices of spring by erna sack)

Grim: ooo i love this party

conducting madly behind the wheel as they are close to the village. for some time.

he sings along a little.

they arrive at the village.

all cars pull up slowly as gravel crunches

the music gets quieter. the nazis exit there car

the trunk of the car is opened.

the nazis gather together.

shovels rattle

grim:ready gentlemen?!!

they nod.

the nazis begin stir up the houses and banging there shovels on every door of the one road village.

a little boy comes to the door.

gordon takes a picture

gordon: Käsekuchen”

fang: hello little one

banging on doors is heard throughout the road.

an old lady HOREZ hobells to the door

Horez: well. yi yi ! get away?

fang: get out. where taking you on a permanent vacation

banging is heard throughout the road.

gordon:system.

fang corks his luger.

the world goes silent.

jews are marched out of there house one by one.

is about to begin.

GRIM: a symphony of death, is about to begin

as he waves his arms conducting

-narration-

goebells :. In the evening I had a look at the Polish-Yiddish motion picture, The Dybuk. This film is intended to be a Jewish propaganda picture. Its effect, however, is so anti-Semitic that one can only be surprised to note how little the Jews know about themselves and how little they realize what is repulsive to a non-Jewish person and what is not. Looking at this film I realized once again that the Jewish race is the most disgusting one that inhabits the globe, and that we must show them no mercy and no indulgence. This riffraff must be eliminated and destroyed. Otherwise it won't be possible to bring peace to the world.

whilst this narration takes place the jews are forced out of there homes some in a struggle others go willingly the faces of the children and women are in terror and dismay crying, screaming.

the gestapo arrive at Humbas. vikor and solo bang on the door. humba answers the door

humba: who are you?

solo corks an mp40

Grim: Dr gold my i am ss Gestapo Grim. welcome.. i have a surprise for you.. i hereby invite you to a really really big funeral.

the family come to the door.

humba:

corden: *hapuet*

soflet: papa

solo forces the family out.

grim begins waving his arms conducting again

corden refuses but is eventually dragged out to the street

HUMBERT: please dont hurt my family.

corden is thrown for uncompliance with the ss. his hat falls to the ground

grim: uh-uh uh. no. dont do that. you might wreck his face!!!!!

grim continues conducting

the family is worked out to the center of the street to join the rest of there neighbours they stand 23 strong.

grim stands at the center and front of the line in which a small field is behind. by his car smoking, still waving his arms

the village continues to scream. becoming a herd of jew. nazis with automatic guns stand on every side and corner

humba and his family hug, each jew is individually in fear. screaming crying. children the elderly.

a little boy named RAMIYA runs away from the herd.

grim shoots him in the back. he drops

the village screams and gets closer together.

grim: you run!!! you wont get any last words like this worthless kyke got!!!!!!

scene end.

title appears- Ramiya

aunty islez: can i?… this is the first time he hears it, i want it to be from me!

mum of ramiya: nooooo

Ramiyas father: oh if he wants to hear it let him hear it.

mum of ramiya: okay go

the aunty walks over to the crib

aunty of ramiya:(in jewish) i love you! I LOVE YOU!

ramiya: who rama

scene end. black still

the herd is walked further into a field surrounding the village

crying like as they say there goodbyes in frequent terror.

SCENE ENDS

fang: strip

KADER takes of his brown and navy clothes

untill his underpants

Lukin:all the vay jew, naked

he takes off his underwear exposing his penis

a shovel is handed out. the line up is 22 strong.

fang: walk. filth!

he taps him with the gun on the bum.

kader walks to the field and begins digging

a girl named” anne “ walks to the front of the line up. the nazi at the end exposes her breast.

anne quivers in fear

after pulling her shirt open he touches her breat with a gun. she takes the rest of her clothes off breathing heavy tears she is handed a shovel

solo: walk!

two male jews are stripped and given shovels one by one being told so, they are handed shovels.

grim: dig you swine

grim: dig

soflet starts crying in the lineup.

Humba: its going to be okay my butterfly just looking for buried treasure.

humba kisses her holding her hand they walk together

Humba: corden take your sister corden

corden is handed soflet.

soflet: cordy whats papa going to do?

corden:keep us together

humbert looks closely at sofia

=humba: sofia if the bad men takes papa do not be still=

humba forces himself through to the front of the line up  breaking formation

vikor: out of formation! i’ll kill you if you move another centimetre jueden!

the guns of the ss click and the father is still. humbert raises his hands

humba:you dont have to do this? -in yiddish-

grim keeps conducting

they stand in silence for one second there eyes balling eachother

grim keeps conducting

humbert : i want to know if you are going to let..

grim stops conducting

grimm: talk

humbert : i want to know if you are going to let any of us live

grim smiles exposing a gold tooth

goebels narration: this is grim our finest killing machine

grim smiles and a gold tooth outline shines

humba: why are you doing this?

grimm: whats the problem? you disagree with nature?

humba: nature? death?

(*perhaps*grim:feral air questionnaire?)

grim: the purity is mere fundamentals. the second most important aspect to nazi Germany. there will be no flowers at your grave.

humba:I beg you. do not do this?

grim: frankly your race is the rape of our country.

humbert doesnt understand.

humbert: water?

humba makes a drinking motion to his lips.

grim: soon we will drink.

humba: adank (thank you).

humba returns to his family.

grim returns to conducting.

rumba hugs his family tight all together

lukin solo stands at the back if the herd.

grim and fang at the front. grim is conducting once again

fang: clothes….. strip!! clothes!!

the ss stand at each corner. amput is at the front of the line

amput:get away from me

fang: strip or die now

amput: hmmmph (sexily)

she takes off her clothes then takes her white grandma forties panties down. fang hands her a shovel

fang: go dig

fang smiles psychotically exposing his teeth closely.

amput walks to the field and begins digging with the other girls help along with the other girl.

japil is now at the front of the line

fang: do you have any silver?

japil:no

fang: strip

he takes of his shirt and he has brass on his belt

fang touches the belt

fang: gold?

japil:no no onn ono

fang: brass?

japil: take. you have?

fang: almost.. pants

japil lowers his pant

fang hands him a shovel

japil: how deep?

fang: china, go

WOLFEE appears a cartoon wolf

a wolf is on a flying carpet dressed in ss uniform blowing bubbles  a red flying carpet, a nazi swatstika is the center piece garment of the hood he crashes into a phat yodelling lady dressed in Traditional Bavarian Tracht and bursts into swatstikas that turn into love hearts and bubbles.

the cartoon ends and film burns out

the street is in still terror

japil eyes fang

fang eyes japil

japil: forever in fin

fang:go move

japil stands still. fang points the luger to his head

fang:go now

japil stands still

japil:fuck you and your fuher.

japil spits

the spit lands on fangs face.

japil refuses shaking

japil: El Maleh Rachamim

fang hits him with the pistol japil drops

grim: get up get up

japil: El Maleh Rachamim

fang then grabs him by the hair and lifts him

grim: salute the fuher

japil salutes with a gun to his head

fang: now kiss it

jappil kisses the luger

fang: again twice

japil breaksdown in tears

japil: no no

grim kisses the air

fang kisses the air

gordon laughs and kisses the sky

vikor kisses the air three times

solo kisses the air and laughs manically

lukin kisses five times

fang: now kiss it

japil kisses the luger and begins peeing on the shoes of fang

grim: this is the most attractive you’ve been all day hahaha

the ss all clap

grim: look at him pee

japils piss creates a puddle

grim: swein vermins everybody! cut it off

fang exposes a knife and grabs japils penis and cuts it off

he drops bleeding out. japil lies on the ground surrounded by the living

grim: what was the roaches name?

grim: who OWNS this child!!

a jew named ANNETE in the herd breaks out

annete: japil was his name!

TITLE APPEARS- JAPIL-

scene int day village

a classroom full of teenagers

japil: whats your name girly girl

amput: amput

japil smiels. amput smiles

narration japil: that was the first time i saw the love of my life naked.

amput digs away. the life leaves japils body

i lost my dick and my life.

japil is lieing dead in a pool of blood by the herd.

village street-

amput: what is yours? mr bad haircut

japil: haha japil. i do need a new hair cut miss beautiful

amput: long on top .short on bottom.. like a soldier

japil: yes MAM!

amput giggles and smiles

japil is lieing dead in a pool of blood by the herd.

japil: death was a turn on, even dickless. i got to see my girl naked. regardless i was taken. as i layed in a pool blood i thought of our first kiss.

japil and amput meet

amput: see, i knew it would look good.

she kisses him on the cheek

japil smiles all over his body

amput diggs naked extrenously.

gordon drags japil dickless to the hole leaving his dick in a puddle of urine. his body is placed near the hole

gordon: i like how you dig girly

gordon takes a photo. she looks cold and disgusted

amput: uh fuck you

the herd stand trembling and hugging.

a small girl named gloris is now at the front

grim: naked now

gloris:-ahhhh

she flaps her arms like a duck

she takes her clothes off

fang: walk to that  man in the corner sweety pie

dad:you cant have my daughter

grim: uh uh uh

grim waves his finger

fang: she will be gods. naked, Now

he reaches out to choke fang

grim: naughty!

*pop* grim shoots him in the shoulder

dad:GLORIS! meyn lib(in yiddish) my love subtitle

AZIK falls to the floor

fang stomps his head out till blood flys like popping bacon

title GLORIS FATHER appears

gloris dad ties glorises shoes

dad:rabbit stew rabbit hoop under do the two roll like dough and then make whole

the bloody boot is removed from a puddle of slushed brains and skull fang spits on the body

gloris father: and there we go

sweetheart shoe tieing finishes

gloris: love you papa

they kiss

the wife is standing at the dooorway

gloris’ mother: i still remember why i married you

glorris father “i am good at knots too! hahaha

mum: you two going out?

jacobny: yes allday arent we glorpy

the mum smiles

GLORIS MOTHER

*pop* grim shoots him in the shoulder

dad:GLORIS! meyn lib(in yiddish) my love subtitle

the mum is in a cupboard she hears the gunshot from the top floor she jumps out.

mother: oh my

she looks out the window.

mother: JACOBNY!!

TITLE APPEARS -JACOBNY- with an old time cash register sound effect or timer sound effect or bell.

lieing mashed on med unrecognisable

solo: jew jewwww they open fire \ the herd scream

humba: lucille DROP NOW!!

a bullet goes through the window and puts a hole in the glass and lucilles head killing lucille

LUCILLE APPEARS:

lucille is reading gloris a bed time story

lucille:…..

“And it is such a ‘gift to G-o-d’ which I embarrassed today, for which I am so sorry. And now that this ‘gift’ returned and came to me, shall I not shower him with love?”

lucille closes the book

jacobny enters

jacobny: bedtime now.

glorpy: love you father

lucille: night glorp

lucilles kisses her head strongly

the body of lucille drops to the floor

Humberts family is now at the front of the line up

fang: clothes

she strips her body is vulumptulious

he hands a shovel to giyani..  

fang: dig

she walks two metres to the hole and digs naked along with the others

LuKIN: PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT, FASTER JEWS

grim lights a ciggarette. humba reaches the front of the line

grim: ahh dr gold

humba: water? you promised water

grim: i promise death

humba: you cannot do this my family is too young

grimm: clothes off now it will rain soon.. you will not leave to see the third reich cleanse the planet of the rodents of such

humba: for it was you. i would show mercy

grim: clooooothes

humba spits on grims face. he wipes it off

grim: do not be so difficult doctor, please.. i think your health may be at risk

he raises a luger to humberts head

humba: i will do gods work and put you in the ground

before i let you treat me and my family like animal….

grim: my apologies doctor gold but you jueden will not live to see our haven

grim puts the gun to his forehead

grim: 3,2,

HUMBA: DO NOT BE STILL MY BUTTERFLY.. RUN

grim: ein

gunshot

HUMBERT appears

hot air ballon proposal, humbert is with his wife in a hot air balloon

humbert: if you say no ill fall.

he pops open the ring box

humbert: will you marry me?

mrs gold: yes my love

humbert gets up and they kiss and then humbert places the ring on her finger

hardcut

back to the horror

corden picks up soflet and runs.

he gets 25 metres in 4 seconds when he is punctured in the head by a bullet fired by vikor. soflet drops and tumbles  a little but parrys to her feet quickly

-CORDEN- appers

ext flower field

two boys in a field of white blossom trees as the blossoms fall from the sky.  corden is with johla

corden: race me turtle

johla: you are the one who is slow

they run in slow motion through the white blossom trees

they fall down laughing

the two look at eachother

they coontinue looking at each other

johla: i told you i was faster

corden goes in 90

johla goes in ten

they kiss passionately

EXT by the hole

soflet keeps running and looks back

slow motion: soflet: cooooorrrrdy

johla peers out forty five degrees breaking internally forever

MUSIC

GRIM: LITTLE GIRRRRLLL?

vikor keeps shooting

grim: stop. vikor, do the opposite of let her go

she hides behind a tree

grim: fetch, retrieve her

vikor nazi sprints after her

the nazi quickly catches up and soflet is hiding behind a tree

she throws a rock at him it hits his helmet and bounces off

ext jump cut

a cat chases a butterfly playfully playfully catching and then viciously eating.

he smiles like a smug then charges her like a hungry leopard

a man strips and takes a shovel.

the nazis laugh together, they all dig

humbas body is rolled in as the hole gets bigger amput giyani and and now a man are digging the body flops in naked, corden is also rolled in.

vikor piggy backs soflet on his shoulders and walks back to the hole.

grim: nagi nagi nagi no more running kitty

she squirms and squirms

he laughs vile

vikor: drop lot vici vici kitty

vikor holds up soflet and makes kissing faces at her

he strips her and places her on the outskirts of the hole.

ext

the butterfly lands on the white kittys back to which the kitty plays with

stel steps towards fang

stel: do not hurt my sister. please dont hurt my soflet sausage please

fang: if you are lucky you wont be breatheing to watch her perish .

stell pulss fangs gun to her gut and slams the trigger destroying her insides

Grim: the odds were so. and so and so it is, we lose another contestant hahaha

he pulls off stells dress and holds it holey and dripping blood

fang picks up stel and hungs her walking her on his torso and squeezes her cheeks

he squeezes the cheecks and puppets her  like a ventriloquist

fang:“ do not hurt my sister” hahaha

grim snickers sneering

he continues dragging her

fang:i love sausage

grim: your so funny

he walks her all the way to the hole

she flops into the now three metre hole row wide and half a shovel deep ragdoll flopping into the grave like a tetris piece

STEL APPEARS

playing with a dradle

stell: I was the first born in my family, my job was to inspire and take care. i died when i saw no posibillity of escape or life. i died when i smelt the germans breath

grim beathes smoke in slow motion. conducting with a ciggarette

stel playing with a dradle

stel: lehiyam

grim:to the hole?! clothes, roach..

you are not the digging type, frail.. disgusting.. you are with god i see.

the lady is praying to a star of david mumbling jewish prayers as she takes off her clothes

grim: to the hole we’ll save the eldest till last

the nazis strip the elderly and have her stand with the children

fang returns

she walks over to the hole shaking with a star of david

a child approaches grim handing grim a flower

grim: you are so polite i love when they dont speak. there almost cuter

veros: pleas let me live. i need yogurt sir! i need biscuits. i need dolly

grim: oh, her voice! she’s cuter than honey pie, yes! where is dolly?

veros: with my heart, but in room.

grim: lets go get dolly?

veros:pardon

grim: dolly! lets go and get her shall we, take my hand!

veros: ump

she takes grims hand

grim: watch these. try not to kill any

fang nods

grim and vera walk quietly and wholesomely. three jewish men are at the front of the line up

fang: strip now

pattering footsteps as grim and vera happily walk to veras house

grim opens the door

grim: oh dolly!

the wooden door creaks

veros: dollyyyyy!

grim: where is your dolly !

veros: come this way take my hand this time!

grim: ok..

they walk into the house and upstairs into her bedroom

veros: heres my heart, its where my invisible friend lives too his names mickey

we’re going to get married hehe

grim: hello dolly

veros: hello dolly!

grim:now darling, sweet, sunshine daisy?

im going to kill dolly  and your entire fucking race!!

grim takes out his luger and shoots dolly in the head.

vera screams

the window is opened and he throws the dolly out .

the dolly falls out the window near floaying from its lack of weirght it hits the floor and thee with a plop that sounds like a gatorade bottle on cement.

the girl veros starts crying

veros: why did you do that to dolly? WHY!?

grim: dolly is worth plenty more than you and your kyke moustache.

grim lifts veros by the hair

she squirms and screams he walks her to the window

vera: ah AH AHHH

grim: todaaa

she is thrown out the window hear hair pulled out

she is have way through the air when it pauses.

title appears- Vera

velos: this is how i died in my head.

vera is flapping her arms and soars into the sky after picking up her dolly

she kisses the dolly, and the dolly bullet holes sparkles to perfection. as she happily flys away into the clouds hugging her dolly.

velos: but in reality…..

a still of veros halfway through the air  

velos: i only flew two seconds

vera (velos) falls and her head splats on the floor

the door to the house closes and grim struts like disco back to the line up. two more jewish men are now digging at the hole along with 5 others.

GRIM: put bubbles on a shovel and take her to the hole . and uh her dolly too.

birds eye as they shiver by the hole vera and the dolly are thrown into the growing grave one by one vera first followed by her dolly

annette is next in line wideshot right of frame.

ANNETTE apears.

int- room- candle lit

writing in her room a love letter to japil by scrunched up pieces of paper. she puts it in a letter box

japil reads the letter.the letter, yiddish, reads

narration: japil i have a secret. my heart is warm at sight, my hand quivers in silence, my heart beats for thee, my chase to compel you, intercept me at the rocky street my lips have been waiting to meet. love, me (its a secret).

japil runs to the roof and screams

japil: AMBER

Japil smiles and puts the note in his breast pocket

annette along with the golds overhears

humba wakes up

humba: ohp

annette: my heart is ashamed. doooooo

amput: yiptuhhhh!?hahaha

annette punches the mirror and holds it to her throat

annete: discourse of my love. i am not alive.

she puts down the shank and cries

annette: a who who who

grim returns to the formation

grim: ah knower of japil? for breast take attraction, it would please if i fed you…?

does your interest peak? are you eager..

annette: what is that you want?

grim gets down to the puddle of piss and picks up japils severed penis

approaches annette

grim: second meal of the day. i take it?

annette: number one..

annette sucks the dick passionately

grim: on knees..

annette gets down on her knees and sucks the severed cock

grim: the swan performs!

annette: gluh gluh gluh

she throws up vomiting on the severed dick

grim:well done ! fine swan! for that you now get to live an extra 15 minutes, for your victorious lap of celebration.

take this shovel. dig. grim spits

annette: RAAAh ILL KILL YO/UU..

grim trips her

grim: now youve lost the attention of the audience the golden earring and lead trophy will not be in your grasp. im going to dig, LITTLE SCHLAMPE

SUBTITLE APPEARS: little slut  

he puts the luger in side her pussy an blows her mind twice she squirms orgasmically the bullets pop out her head

annette: japil

she falls in slow motion

grim: doo doo doo doo

grim: how could a swan fall without wings

violins exume

grim plays with his belt

grim : 2 LITTTTLLLE PIECESSSSSS!!!!….

fang: this is deaths symphony a corpsely arrangement of worthless vermin

grim: uhh. do not interupt.. i was about to break into song

solo: grim fancys her showmanship

grim breaks her neck

?the nazis throw coins annette?

she bounces like a coupe deville ragdoll the nazis sneer and gawk. the line near now 7

scooj is at the front of the line. a father

grim: seven left to face there doom was peggy looping new, my power to the funeral of undesirable.!

annette is dragged away in the backround

nazi:hurrah

the nazi heil hitler

solo: HURRAH!!!

vikor moves in from the back of the line PASSING SCOOJ A SHOVEL

grim: OK

vikor: dig

scooj walks to the body filled hole

an old man A young lady with a small boy and  another young man are at the front of the line

grim: ok little vones..

grim:take off your apparel and take in the trees the birds cheeping andthe wind that talks for soon you will be very very grave..

they strip the old lady and the little boy

maree: you do not know what you are doing? eternal damnation will be your fray, devil.

the devil has you by the soul and swallows you whole.

they all walk to the hole where 10 stand naked surrounded by nazis

they are lined up in a row by the 3 metre wide and one metre and a half deep mass grave

gunther starts crying

maree: think of pretty girls and stand with god gunther laughter is the best medicine, laugh at them!

gunther has a gun to his head

gunther laughs at the nazis

vikor: his laugh is so cute

solo: cheesecake

solo takes a picture of the little boy

grim: i like him..

kill him now

gunther: laughters is fond of my remembers ha hahaha

he begins to cry

*pop*

the boy IS SHOT IN the forehead he falls into the grave as the blood pours like a garden hose without a nozzle

GUNTHER (appears) in a synagogue

rabbi: keep these words inside your head gunther

Gunther looks the rabbi hits him with the book

rabbi:no matter how gloomy things seem, everything can turn around, talking to god can turn things around.

amput narration: the blue eyed man looked like a jungle man i spoke to him

amput: feeling good?

grim: not just yet

amput: on with you ! spits. where is your god?

grim: goodbye foul breathed kyke tata

amput:talatata monkey

*pop*

she falls like christ

AMBER appears

amput: suck your mother!

lights a ciggarette and blows a spit bubble.

amput brushes her hair three times in the mirror prepared for bed

amputs body is dragged to the whole she flops in indecently and flumpy.

a jew stands naked jumpin about

desdett: hows it going?

grim: what do you mean, it?

desdett: i could go on and on about. it. im in my birthday suit and im about to find out.

solo: gut weiter nackt sein (good, continue being naked.)

grim: any last words smart mouth?

desdett: knock knock

grim: your not there

grim drags him by the hair AS HE SQUELS fang holds the few alive at gun point like a super spy comically. desdett is now at the grave and holds him at the cusp of the dirt

desdett: ahh ahh ahh (squel)

grim: I DO NOT FANCY FORTUNE TELLING although

grim: death rules here, death rules the land

whilst he conducts some more

grim has his foot on his head.

he shoots the naked dessert

DESDET appears

desert is jumping on his bed singing

desdet: two little monkeys jumping on the bed the little one fell off and bumped his head

-back to the horror-

Grim : step right up

giyanyi is at the front of the line and is quick stripped

giyani is shot in the face falling flopping into the mass grave

-giyani appears

giyani in youth covering her face in lipstick circullly

and smiling childishly

giyani: i am now beautiful

she runs into the living room and the fmily laugh

stel: what have you done to your face?

they laugh

polonaise no.4 plays

9 more are shot and fall one by one

there last words in silent shot portralisticly higher res then the rest like a heat camera but less black. over a minute

grim: old jueden. you are the last.. old saggy vitch

marlot: UGLEEE!!!

*bang*

UGLEE appears. subtitled:(of god)

the sound of the body drops. in black.

grim: lets get out of here

intermission appears ray anthony room 43 plays out

soft fade MEANWHILE IN JAPAN appears announced by american.

6 sumos sit on a caroseul eating apples the apples are red and one is dropped falling to pieces.

54 minutes later appears -

polonaise no.2p plays

the naked corpses lie like a plate of jelly and the music gets louder. they hobble and wobble like meat, skin rubs

red

humba emerges

-the creshendo-

gasping for air

he picks up the sticks biting down on the stick he uses the second to pull out a bullet shard lodged in his cheek.

“butterfly” he shakes in terror especially his legs

“annneta”

he shakes annetes body she doesnt have any life

humbert: please

blood spills from his head

the village is still wakefully it rains

a town destroyed

humba:the street runs with my blood.

HUMBERT appears

hava nagila plays

he walks awkwardly back to his home to get a coat

and some pants

end scene

a tear rolls down humbas face as he breaks his house and he grabs a pair of scissors

the havas become humba as the choir returns in a disney fashion.

ACT 3 appears

“the monster custom, who all sense doth eat of habits devil, is angel yet in this, that to the use of actions fair and good, he likewise gives a frock or livery that aptly is put on”

appears-

scene int grims home.

grim: last day today

grims wife: i dont not want to have sex with you reak of *beep*

and your eyes smile of death

grim:no?!

grim rapes his wife he takes her as she comes

grims wife : uhh

fade to black

grim redos his belt buckle

grim: hitlers showcasing the german athlete before we introduce the final solution, fine athletes..

grims wife: hmm

grim: i do the death circus gladly and the fuher expects me to admire this jarra’s ability to run quickly quickly quickly. un

grims wife: i want you to race him? show this jarra

grim:i feel so useless darling

grim: the death circus continues da

grim:  more of use  i figure, fuhers all in a fuss cause he drinks almond milk da

grim: we will race him with the jueden and the winner will live to tell of the triumph

grims wife: dont count these frighty able out da  

scene end

scene ext/int brothel dusk

humba finds his horse in a field. he slowly appraches him and places a saddle on her back.

scene ext/ day running track

mengele: good morning to you all. today we pit the ability of our fine german against the dead

trumpets sound

cameras are rolling.

mengele:the first of many tests. welcome jarra!!

the crowd hurrahs

jarra takes to the starting line

mengele: and the jews

three jews walk to the starting line

mengele: on your marks!

the runners ready for a sprint

a gun is fired as a starting of the race and one of the jews drops after being hit by the bullet

jarra runs taking an early lead making ten paces ahead of the jews that follow suit

the swatstikas wave in the wind

jarra wins

mengele: a fine experiment!

the trumpets ring

the nazia file out of the stadium

two jews are placed up against the wall and shot at the same time their brains splatter the wall.

the trumpets echo with the gun shots an empty stadium

…

jarra flakes appears in cartoon

a cereal commercial

voice over: hey kids do you want to be big strong and fast? then you need jarra flakes

jarra: everyday i strive for perfection

(crunch)

…

grim approaches jarra who is still at the stadium dusting off his shoes

grim: hey i want to race you? my wife she wants me to race you

jarra: hmph

grim: please

jarra: ya

grim marks a starting line with his foot creasing the dirt

grim: this the de start.. to that pole

they run symphonically

…

grim looses by a nose

grim pulls out his gun and plugs jarra in the knee

jarra: coward. i won.

jarra flakes appears comically

grim: i drink jew blood

grim shoots him in the other knee

and then the head quickly

…

grim picks up the body

grim:believe it. you are very dead. very fast.

the body is lumping around feet dragging

grim:so it is so

lump

grim: ..you are no more

lump. grim enters the change rooms dragging the dead body

grim:so fast you were early for your own funeral

lump. drop

grim: artherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr hhahahani

…

ext/int afternoon dusk

humba stalks the road on his horse through a street florished with nazi propaganda he dismounts the horse by a neon lit brothel. he walks in with a nod the girl working the brothel perks up

nancy: hello

humba walks straight past.

nancy: oh

you can hear nazis fucking an orgasmic lust of paid flesh.

a german is in the toilet whistling “ the way you make me feel”

humba walks in wand kicks open the cubicle the nazi pulls out a luger and is stabbed in the chest with a pair of scissors then slicing his throat in the chaos the toilet roll spills on the floor

…

humba exits the toilet now dressed as gestapo

humba:va

the man sits dead on the toilet covered in blood

…

“THE DEATH CIRCUS” appears

a train passes a live classical band full of chellos and violins is at the gate

grim: i formally welcome you! to the death circus !

the band intensifies

a tattoo gun rings

grim: this is how we count you

three jews wrists are marked with numbers

the jews stand naked and lifeless

3 tattoos are done

the number reads

2476.759

and the second

1865.7999

grim: haircuts!

one jews head is shaved

the jews stand lifelessly  but now bald and thinner

grim: heres where you eat!

the food slops from the laddle of the kitchen hand

twenty jews stand lifelessy

grim smells the gruel paste of food

grim: yum yum

…

grim: heres where you sleep!

jews stand naked priceless

quick cut to the jews lay in the hard wooden bunks

grim: no standing on the roof, okay? if you get on the roof the only way to get you down will to be to shoot you down

…

…

grim:and thhis, this, is where you clean

hundred jews in the  shower vomiting there last breath as the chemical seeps in the shower dining together

sclub 7 plays- bring it all back begins playing

gold is ripped out of the jews mouths 1 by 1

some have three gold teeth

14 floppy dead

the nazis dance in formation as theatrical as thriller but like puppet masters

and birds. a small musical number as teeth are pulled out in a gory display montage

…

a german circus takes place outside the walls of the camp

goebells watches smoking a cigarette and clapping at the wonderful quirk of circus

the clowns take photos

and a bear is in a car

grim enters the high room in which goebells sits a high viewing point

goebells: uhh grim

grim: i mine blinded by light they will not see

goebells: thats not going in the new picture

goebells: the word of your brutality is outstandingly unpopular

grim: are they calling me, the gollum?

goebells racks a line of coke

goebells: no there calling you the….

goebells whispers in grims ear (inaudible)

grim:??

goebells: your supposed to have a line?

grim: WHAT! goodbye

grim exits

goebells continues watching the circus

grim leaves

goebells: hitler faggot pshh

goebells associate: what of grim

goebells: he thinks he is a supreme killer i know

associate: hmm

goebells: “i know but look at him clutch the teet”

scene ext/int beach

australias sunsets as a ship breaches the horizon

an aboriginal drops a spear

100 years later appears

aussie kids smokes a homemade bong

i skrag were the fucks me weetbix

fucking oven ya lost it

oh fuck me with your weetbix

mum: tyler

tyler: yeah ?!!

mum: whens fatal attraction on?

tyler:  aw shove a weetbix up ya cunt  !!

mum: ya oven fucking lost it

scene end

scene ext/int desth camp

the speaker adresses the camp

mengele: appointment for torish haim

torish: donpupalay

family hug

torish enters a grey drab room

mengele: good day

torish shakes

mengele: were going to see if you have a spine. lie down here for me (in german)

grim is sitting in his office bored chewing bubblegum like a pregnant man with his hands on his belly

he hears screams from the next room

grim: do do do do

*chomp chomp*

he blows a bubble

pi- monkeys fucking by the twos for pi seconds

grim: youll fly when the world convinces you too

ext- dusk-

humba shines a luger on his horse. entering the death camp met with salutes from two officers

humba humba screams the choir

alma-santa sangre plays

naked jews are lined up for the shower shaking in cold

humba walks pass not batting an eye

the choir sings to drums

humba dismounts the horse at the office

the music stops

he enters the building trenchcoat flapping in the wind

humba knocks on the door that reads grim.

grim answers

accent

grim: I..

HUMBA lunges at him puting a pistol in his mouth

grim gets on his knees

         grim: dr gold pleased to see you what a surprise

humba: my life

grim: uhh

humba: are you my corden?

grim: (pistol in mouth) no

humba: my neighbour .. lucille

grim: put the gun down i dont want to have to kill all these people again

humba: my butterfly?? are you my butterfly? ARE YOU

ooo ooo my butterfly

grim: you will fall. you will die. and they will all be like your butterfly

humba: my butterfly? maybe line humba: im not here to save my people i cannot be saved

grim: my name is grim hölle leben Nimm mich jetzt g i am forever grateful

grim smiles and takes his hat

grim blows a big bubble with his bubblegum till it pops

-grim- appears

grim appears- 2 ii loved music, erna sack in particular  i’d never heard such a woman sing, such a voice, i imagined her killing power to be on par with my own

grim imagines erna sack singing to a audience of sorts and there heads explode one by one in slow motion to the height of her opera vocals its a real performance bar similar to a comedy club, red curtains circle tables in seats of two

humba fires one bullet

grim is hit once blowing his skull out and the second bullet

mengle looks up hearing the shots midway through cutting out a spine

mengele: oop

mengele walks out with a bonesaw in hand and is shot in the shoulder stapling him to the floor by humba.

pow.

humba walks slowly out

the boy screams in visceral terror

humba exits the building hiding from two nazis at the staircase

…

humba tips his hat

humba mounts the horse and exits the death camp slowly

nazis look on in confusion

MONTAGE:

one loaf of bread

kid in class recites : 6 million, NOW, aw get them extinct, you stink jueden, The war is worth nothing, we have nothing?, we have love (in yiddish). what did the stars say

act iv- turnover

int boardroom

goebells is in a meeting

GOEBELLS: i have the perfect idea for the new picture.. were going to make a spectacle of this Humbert the killer of our Grim

as his appropiates i wish you to star in it. find the reichs pest wherever he hide. were going to catch that little devil.

fang solo and gordon stand.

GOEBELLS: COSTUMES!!!

salsa music plays

goebells queerly runs through his studio costume department flying like a bird. playing with the coat hangers

gaffer: mark scene 7 take one

Goebells: action

the three stand in uniform and enter the car

- death squad- or -terror squad- appears to a jazz tune

solo sits at a chair smoking a cigarette

fang: my name is private fang: and i am here to do gods and the fuhrers  work

i like reading and making love.  

gordon: i take photos. my name is gordon. im here to cure the the german people from undesirables.

two flags fly a german and a nazi party flag

solo: My name is solo. im a gestapo i kill vermin!

solo shoots a disabled jew

narration goebells: a devil is among us.. a vile jueden determined on espionage and economic turmulence and death of the german people.. we will struck him out!!!

iconography of the nazi party.

fang: we are sharks..

solo: and we will catch ze fish swimming in our destitude.

goebells: schneiden! okay solo can you come here? can you just say “i will kill every jew, every last jew”

solo nods

goebells: rolling!

solo: i will kill every jew, every jew.

goebells: now fang say this with more att-ti-tude than solo

goebells

goebells: fang, every jew will die by my hand, or die by the hand of my species

fang: every jew will die by my hand, or by the hand of my supreme race

goebells: perfect

goebells: rolling!

gordon: there will be no smiles till every jew has parished.

goebells: good schneiden! love what you did with it gordon beautiful. now we tulgen to the seen of the crime

a swatstika appears a nazi

narration goebells: anywhere the deficient breathing jueden still lurks some hide under floor boards.

jews are marched out from underneath floorboards and herded up from houses.

goebelss: others.. in wardrobes. they could be in your home? in your backyard??. at your dinner table????!

a swatstika flag flys in the wind.

narrator: they will meet DEATH

-death squad- appears

jazz trumpets horn out.

scene-ext/int-day

humba rides his horse by the horizon untill they find a lake

the horse stops to drink he gets off and cleans blood from his hands.

for sometime

looking at himself seeing the monster in himself

the water ripples and a red filter is placed over the water fading in over one second

the water waves place upon the shore in echoing with the crys of the dead neighbourhood

“shlikenshaaa”

“Ugleee”

“mahunsha”

humba trembles

-the death squad-

appears again

goebells: MAKE UP people MAKE UP. i want you killers to look like true german sex cuisine, okay lighting.

this is when we kill the scoundrel; lets find the jew, put another hole in his head.

solo:this man killed germans

fang:one jew is to many jew

gordon: i will have no remorse for a jew corpse

goebells: yes, i like that one alot

scene end

humba is loading his luger in nazi uniform by the lake

he counts on his fingers ,

humbert: eyns

humbert:tsvey

humbert: dray

humbert: fir

humbert: finf

humbert mounts the horse and rides into the landscape

they track humba in a landscape montage

as humba rides quietly

-gordon solo fang killed off possible bygun fire luger

pop pop pop

they drop a ?bullet pops goebells camera?

humba fires one moe to find an empty clip

a shot of gordons camera

gordan: appears: first camera flash and first photo, world war 1 is over newspaper

a shot of solos nazi arm band and name reading Q.Solo

solo: with nana “your my man of the house” “

Fangs dead face shot

fang:eating an apple while seeing his first girl naked ala once upon a time in amez

birds eye and close up of eye then nazi arm and then distorted face

the trigger goes click

goebells prances

goebels: oh….

humba: How did our eyes get so red?

goebells: i think the present owner.. cant count.. silly silly jew

humba: i am the holy

humba reloads the luger

goebelss: you are the dead. goose egg.

humba pushes goebells

humba: walk

goebells: uhh! i am supreme to these, hitler faggots pshh

humba: WALK!

GOEBELLS hands are raised

GOEBELLS: “nigger rape jew” “fuckin spit on you” !

goebells spits at humba

they march over the hills

(goebells is in fur coat)

goebells: all you prayer given slugs ever wanted

goebells falls over from a push

goebells gets to his feet

goebells: i am the man of the century.

humbert: hent royf

subititle: Hands up

GOEBELLS raisies his hands

HUmba:goodbye.

goebells: Kill away… kill me like the good abortion you are…

humba: it is i who deliver you to the devil. (yiddish)i am the angel of death.

GOEBELLS : i am the man of the century! fuck you and your jew mouth.

pop

ARHHHHHHHHHHH

goebells is shot and falls to the floor his blood translates with the lake

Goebells appears:

narration-

History may claim there ‘is” a solution in which we only killed forty maybe 50 but the pretty pictures speak not only a thousand years for all that of a thousands years of the third reich.

goebells: goebells plays with a toy car by a chess game his father sets up chess game. the wheels spin. german): the apple does not fall far from the tree, it is our legacy.. our wit our charm in victory and our legacy my son, sit, play with me.

goebells how do you play

blood drowns the chessboard. frame locked on the chessboard

a bird flys through the window and smashes a framed picture of a young goebells

a german family is eating dinner three girls and a man

knock knock

the father gets the girl to open the door

crate: get.. door!

a girl answers the door

girl: heil hitler

crate: come in sit down

humba enters still dressed as a nazi, the girl sits back down

the father is eating with his mouth open

crate: heil hitler

humba: heil hitler

crate: oh, pull up a chair, have a plate

the family eat there steaks

the man chews

the daughter chops her steak

another daughter burps

the man chews

THE MAN CHEWS

humba looks blankly disgusted and out of reason

THE MAN CHEWS

THE MAN CHEWS

crate: where are you from

humba: listal

THE MAN CHEWS

crate: lovely place

humba: da

crate: what brought you here

the daughters chew

a daughter cuts the steak

THE MAN CHEWS

crate: say something

the man chews mouth full and open

crate: what brings you here

THE MAN CHEWS

humba: funeral

THE MAN CHEWS

the man chews

humba bows in disgust

THE MAN CHEWS

flashbacks appear screams of the flashbacks

                      crate: ahhh terrible news. not like our good germans killing them softly, gods work. the MAN CHEWS

the man chews

the man slices his steak

the man chews

THE MAN CHEWS

the man chews

THE MAN CHEWS

THE MAN CHEWS

humbas eye drops one tear

the man chews

THE MAN CHEWS

a car drives past exposing humbas nose

synths charm and the candles from hannukah appear ala exorcist when the demon face appears

crate: jewish!?!!

humba pulls out his luger and pops the father in the centre of his head

the girls pull out of there seats

silence

Humba puts the gun in his mouth

Humba: Life. A groyser tzuleyger

he blows his brains out, his head smacks the empty plate on the table below him breaking it. `

UGLEE appears

YELLOW SUBTITLED: of god

the girls scream as there chairs pullout

…

humba is at a hospital bed his wife is giving birth. a baby is born the mother lives..

humba: this is the happiest day of my life

humba pokes his babies nose

she is crying then he touches her nose and she stops crying

baby:ooo

humba: “butterfly”.

los lobos-we belong together plays

fin

notes:

-rewrite how humba finds where the camp is

rewrite-

escape of jews- maybe did a runner* conversation conversation conversation escape naked

thank you: Rebecca, Nagi and Emily ,