#killjoysanonymous

[redemptioninterlude]

@killjoysanonymous - jules gets a welcome back starter !

so the day of lexi's play, everything goes down at fez's. they learn about ashtray. fez is taken in. things get, for lack of better words, REALLY FUCKED UP. like, in a way that rue doesn't really know what to do or how to deal with it. maybe that's why when she runs, like, almost literally, into jules at cvs at 4 am, like, jules sorta looks like to her like...

some kind of ANGEL, really...

and it sucks because the feelings don't just stop. she just gets better at swallowing that shit, or pushing down the discontent. she's gotten pretty good at that when sober, though, she wonders how the fuck people manage all day when all they had to look forward to was the all consuming DEATH SPIRAL around all of her personal fuck ups and failures. like how she wondered if asking fez to get involved with nate had really triggered all of... this. and how fucking guilty that shit makes her feel, pausing as she clutched at her sleeve of cookies, nails scratching at the cardboard. "oh um... are... are these still your favourite? do you... wanna... eat them with me?"

really, rue? THAT'S ALL you had in you?

- @killjoysanonymous

[mvndrvke]

@killjoysanonymous gets a starter! robb + margaery

The Young Wolf, the King in the North. It all feels so stupid now. He's more like a kicked dog than a wolf. He was meant to ride south, save his father and his sisters, be the king that the North deserved. Instead he's.... well. Whatever this is. Fatherless, motherless, lost in the world and a stranger in his own home.

Spring travels North with the arrival of Margaery Tyrell. An alliance that Robb never would've thought would be made, and yet here she is. Here they are. News of what had happened in King's Landing reached them before she did.

Sanctuary was freely given. An alliance was freely given. It's the political match that Robb should've always gone for but had turned down the first time. It had been his downfall then. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Robb hesitates before he knocks on Margaery's door, waiting for her to allow him entry. He holds a bundle of fur and wool-- Margaery is a southern girl, unaccustomed to the cold of the North. The warm cloak he'd had made for her is a peace offering as much as it is a gift.

"My Lady," he says when she opens the door, nodding his head a little to her. "I brought you this. I'd imagine it's much colder here than you're used to." He pauses a moment. "I thought we might take a walk together, if you're willing."

[inmydrcams]

@killjoysanonymous 💚 katniss

❝ Do you love him? ❞ It feels like going straight for the jugular, but Gale has always been in favor of merciful deaths and there’s nothing more merciful than just straight up asking one of the questions that’s been haunting him. If anything cause he knows Katniss is not answering any of them, but he probably has a better chance with that than anything about the games, about the Capitol. And does he actually want to know about the Capitol? About her time with the rich and self-indulgent relishing in wasting precious resources that would make a difference in the districts? No, he doesn’t want to know anything about those people.

[ephemaera]

@killjoysanonymous sent 💏  to  softly  kiss  my  muse's  forehead.

It is deeply strange to be standing here in front of her ex-husband in a wedding dress. it's a different one, of course, far less GRAND than her first. She supposes that's the thing about second marriages–– you don't go as crazy as you did on the first one. While they were planning, she'd had the uncomfortable thought that it was because you were hedging your bets. Divorces are like stuys, she'd thought, getting one greatly increases your chances of having another. But that's not the case with her and Frank. It just isn't. And it's not like Richie was some inconvenience or mistake in her life. He's the father of her child and he is her FRIEND.

That's why he's here and it's why he's kissing her forehead and she doesn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. In fact, she's welling up. It's a big day, obviously, and emotions are running high, but there's something about this moment that makes her feel really and truly at peace. Maybe this is what closure is like. She desperately hopes it's the same for him.

"Thank you for coming," she says, sniffling and trying not to cry. "It really, REALLY means a lot."

[talentforlying]

@killjoysanonymous: i don't mean to be horrible. (madeline usher) — GARDEN OF EARTHLY BODIES STARTERS

' spoken like someone who plans on sayin' something profoundly 'orrible without a shred of remorse in 'er dark an' dreary soul. '

he'd never have made it as a priest: too honest a confessor and too snappy a dresser. not like he isn't the same way as her, really, deep down — maybe that's a resolution they'll share, when the clocks strikes midnight and 1980 creeps in with the next morning's hangover. be less horrible.

of course, that just means that until it is the new year, any matter of horribleness, mild or profound, is fair game. such as continuing to steal her gatsby-in-crime's seat until he's finished his three-quarters-empty drink, at least. he swivels on the stool to put his back to the bar, ( and the creepy fucking bird over the mirrors, with its unnaturally keen and evermore-staring eyes, ) tipping his glass in her direction in mock salute.

' cheers to acknowledgin' our better natures and choosin' to ignore 'em, then. ' a sip, then a swallow. enough people here to keep the ghosts less yappy, but not enough distraction to drown them out altogether. it's less than a minute of silence before he glances back, eyebrow raised in challenge. ' . . . g'wed. say the worst thing on yer mind, right now, and i'll fuck off. no judgment. '

[feminaferitas]

@killjoysanonymous {shauna} didn't come to get Jackie out of the cold. Lottie did.

Everything about her was numb, cold, frozen. Jackie caught glimpses and blinks of life moving around her, as she was practically dragged in from the cold, unable to stand or even understand what was happening. She was all of thirty feet from that cabin door and yet her pride had prevented her from returning to it. Soon enough, the danger and snow had settled over her like a blanket, biting deep. And if it hadn't been for Lottie's insistence, Jackie might have frozen to death in the cold snap.

If she could feel her skin or her shame, her cheeks might have been flushed with heat at the thought of her outburst leading to such a reckless outcome.

It took a short time to bring the water to a lukewarm consistency over the fire, but it was still something they hadn't prepared for. Misty explained the stages of frostbite and how to thaw the girl -- she was not allowed to put her hands to the fire no matter how good of an idea it sounded. Only time would tell how critical the damage was, but for now, Jackie was to be put in the tub and left to soak like the frozen dinner you forgot to take out while your mom was running errands.

God, she was so tired. So cold. Too cold to feel how deeply in pain she really was.

They had tried not to wake everyone, and teammates were headed back to sleep one by one -- but someone had to watch Jackie. To fish her out of the water once she wasn't numb, and to help wrap her hands with whatever passed for clean cloth out here. She wanted to be seen and talked to as little as possible at this point, considering that just a few hours prior she'd made her big, dramatic stand. This didn't change her feelings (well, maybe a little about Lottie) and the last person she wanted to be trapped with was--

Shauna.

Jackie saw her friend approach and said nothing, staring into the middle distance as she sat waiting to feel something, anything, knowing her reward for not dying was an onslaught of pain. Least of all from the one she thought was her best friend.

[tartt9]

@killjoysanonymous [ liked ]

"It's literally nothing, don't even worry about it. Everything's fine." Big talk from Jamie, but he means it this time. Everything's fine - he's fine. Nothing to worry about for either of them.

[frightesa]

@killjoysanonymous / s.c.

she knew every inch of benny's apartment. her surprise visit after she had won the title had turned into a stay. first it was a few days, then a couple of weeks, and then they were creeping into months. each of them was pretending that it was nothing. the weight of what they weren't talking about was heavy in the air. it was suffocating. it made her want to go back to kentucky like nothing had happened in the first place. she found that her affection was strong enough to make her second-guess that decision.

they are in the throws of asking what they should have for dinner she finds her foot tapping on the floor. arms crossed over her chest, "it's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser." voice lowers as she looked up at him with wide eyes, open, trying to be honest. "i've heard so many rumors that i'm just a girl that you bang on your couch" lips press into a thin line, not quite looking at him. "and i try to be the girl that holds her tongue and gives you space but honestly, i'm not." and if he had any affection for her he would know that.

casual by chappell roan

[welcomeleon]

@killjoysanonymous liked for a starter.

they survived a trial together, but hardly said a word to each other. leon is sat on a log beside the campfire now and tightening the laces of his boots. they were already perfectly laced, but that wouldn't stop him from restlessly fidgeting.

"are you new here?" words ring out in the darkness, taking up no more room than they need to, kind and quiet.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : AI generated dialogue / @killjoysanonymous

feat. abigail blyg and kaitlyn ka.

               ❝   so   you’ve   been   living   in   denial   all   these   years?      we   have   something   in   common.   ❞

[cagedchoices]

is it too late to give my url/beyondthescully

SEND ME A URL AND I'LL WRITE SOME POSITIVITY FOR IT

@killjoysanonymous / @beyondthescully

oh it is never too late to come get loved on! but also everyone hold onto ur butts 'cause I have so. many. nice things to say about the amazing human being that is KG!!

We are, as you put it so perfectly yourself, in cahoots. If I remember it right, we first became acquainted a little over 3 and a half years ago, not very long after I started writing Caleb in the first place - in fact I think it was when I still had him contained on a sideblog to an old multimuse and you had Dolores on a solo blog. We tried writing a few threads and ask memes back and forth which went pretty well considering I was still very much figuring out who Caleb was at that point, but looking back I can see how inexperienced I was and how I didn't really know what direction to take anything in, which I think is what contributed the most to us drifting apart after a while, but you know, sometimes that happens.

When we both sort of made a comeback after the announcement that another season of Westworld was indeed happening and we found each other again we started back up with some classic Dolores and Caleb bonding for old time's sake, and then after the first few episodes of season 4 premiered we got to talking and you told me you were really tempted to add Maeve to your multi and naturally I went "do it" and the rest is history. Maeve and Caleb quickly became one of my favorite OTPs and they remain because their dynamic is so damn fun to write.

We've been blowing up each other's notifications on tumblr and discord and occasionally wire on a pretty consistent basis for over a year and a half now with anything and everything from angst to action to romance to the difficult, hard-hitting questions and humanistic wonders and fluff and anything in between. Chatting with each other to the effect of "so I noticed A Thing the last time I saw this" and plotting cute scene ideas and being all 'will you... [gets down on one knee] ship with me? 🥺🥺" and yelling enthusiasm about our threads and headcanons or just dropping by occasionally to say hi and check up on each other as life continues to life on us, sometimes quite harshly.

I was a bit surprised when I saw you mention you had only just finished watching X-Files season 1 and were adding Scully as a muse, but I knew this character would be in good, capable hands the moment you decided to pick her up. It's so easy to see in every single post you make just how much she means to you, how much you love her as a muse and how driven you are to doing her canon justice with your portrayal. It's been really exciting and a full beans honor to kick off another lil fledgling relationship between Scully and Caleb and I can't wait to see where they wind up going with it.

I could literally continue to go on for HOURS but I really just need everyone to know how superb KG is.

[untilthcyrot]

❝ Your friend Bo stopped by looking for you earlier. ❞ Patrick immediately handed her a charging cable for her because he had tried calling her earlier to see if she wanted to grab something to eat with him. Bo showing up only acknowledged further that her phone was definitely dead. ❝ She's very tall . . . and intimidating. ❞

♡ ───── @killjoysanonymous asked and received ;)

[shilohgreen]

@killjoysanonymous sent 🎁 for a spo.tify wrapped starter. // 7— all things end by h.ozier

"ALL things end," a brutal truth that he doesn't care to explain to others. yet for her, he'll find the patience. "all that we intend is..." he heaves a deep breath, flickers an attempt at a smile to suggest he's made peace with this truth. "scrawled in sand. it'll slip right through your hand."

[cstarling]

heart hangs low in the agent's chest tonight, beating slowly, pumping cold blood through her veins. clarice has just retreated from another one of the ripper's scenes - grotesque in his artistry, still with no evidence of who was the sick mind behind these tableaux's. the man behind this ( and that's all she was certain of, that this was a man ) would take two more victims, according to his pattern ( which helped them very little in the process of hunting the beast that seemed to be toying with them ) before he disappeared again, and the bau was no closer to knowing who he was. where most nights, clarice would drive silently back to her home, order takeout - or consume nothing, as was more frequent - and pour over the files she had there until she fell asleep, either at her dining table, or on her sofa. tonight, she couldn't bring herself to travel to a place she would be alone with her thoughts. instead, agent starling found a diner - the air greasy enough to let her know that the food would at least comfort some part of her. she finds a place at the counter, orders a coffee, glances at the man to her left as she settles. 'mind if i sit here?' she's already removing her jacket. @killjoysanonymous + riley flynn.

[ripgray-moved]

   𖤐  ⸻  ❛ I'm hungry for freedom like never before. ❜

@killjoysanonymous liked for a one-liner!

[lifcaltcring]

@killjoysanonymous asked: SOOTHE - for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack

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'' Sssh. Sssh. You need to breathe with me Ellie .'' Inhalation. Exhalation. She takes deep steady breaths, reliant as the glow of a lighthouse to a lost seaman. In this moment, she tries to soothe the girl she loves, the girl lost in the storm of her own tormented mind. ''Look at me, I need you to breathe.'' The words fall similar to the feel of a stone; smooth yet firm. Eyes lock on Ellie, as if by dedication the anxiety that plagues her will somehow absorb into Dina. A reversal of Pandora's box. She's cautious not to touch her, not yet. Her hands are directed outwards, palms facing up like a Saint. Her open hands a life raft. Hold onto me, she thinks. Take my hands if you need to. ''I'm here, Ellie. You're safe''