#lookingforstatic

[deathrowpreacher]

I miss seeing you on the dash! You and the Justified RP gang. Raylan, Tim, Deana, Will!

Those were the good ol’ fuckin’ days weren’t they? The drama, the intrigue! Impala’s blown up, bar fights, feuds and formalities. There was tectonic collisions of dark supernatural impossibilities and the grindstone of illegal activity! A whole bunch of craziness that was wearin’ down the thin veneer of a bunch of really damaged people.

Thanks for the trip down memory lane stranger!

[walridernightmares]

@lookingforstatic

 Pot, meet Kettle. “You should already know.”

    “Probably hurt less than the ride down, though…” Broken bones, broken mind, and some nanomachine demon riding shotgun under his skin. Carrying that all wasn’t exactly easy as pie. At least he managed to make it to the surface, unlike those guys who found their grave in that fucking place.

They raise their eyebrows at him, then lower them, too lazy to shrug.

“Well, it might be because every Miles has a different perspective, and while our stories may be similar, we’re all different in some ways.” Static crackled softly along their skin, their soulless gaze fixed on him. “I know it was hell on earth for all of us but, I’ve met Miles’ who’ve gone through different hells at Mt. Massive.”

[walkonsoldier]

@lookingforstatic​;;

        Through fogged eyes Chris searches, following the stench of cheap cologne and the sound of scattered footsteps. The man-- the pig-- he sought out was a slippery one. The noises he made were sporadic at best, silence suddenly falling before he’d hear the faintest of footfall. Sometimes he’d even hear a whimper or the creak of a locker door, if he were lucky.

        “I’m not as bad as I look,” Chris assures as he creeps forward, his long strides giving him ground a smaller person would have to sprint to cover. “I just wanna help. You want out, don’t you?”

[mendxcity]

i wanted to let you know i've always enjoyed your style of writing. reading your posts are fun

YELLS 5EVER THIS MEANS A LOT ESPECIALLY COMING FROM A WRITER SUCH AS YOURSELF THANK YOU SO MUCH BUT I DONT DESERVE THIS COMPLIMENT.

[bogisms-blog]

kyouminaine replied to your post: *

you have an ardyn blog? (i also miss seeing you on my dash) - lookingforstatic ((Mmmhm! @divinamxultionem is me!)) @kyouminaine

[godhustle-blog]

@lookingforstatic

Wednesday folded over the newspaper several times until it was close to manageable size. Each article an editorial piece flagellating to the idea of division and opposition. Mortals trying to make manner out of mayhem and court money all the while. History repeating itself in even more hilarious and absurd ways. He laughed at the man in the staw-colored toupe, chuckled at the condition of the world, slightly uneased by the new religions reality was stirring up.

It was taking a while for this Miles character to show up. Stage laid, and the carpet rolled out. The stars knew what they were doing, it was everything else that had slipped up.

“Ah, you’re Late.” He finally called out into the street, burs of irritation shaved off.

[centuriesuntold]

@lookingforstatic replied to your post: “i cAN’T DO THE ‘LOOK UR MUSE’S FIRST NAME UP ON URBAN DICTIONARY’ MEME...”:

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ur right

that’s the one

[neverhasarrived-blog]

"The breeze... it's nice."

      “ – still a little on the too-chilly-for-me side. I have to agree, though. It’s nice. I’m just old.”

[cursedoath-blog]

❛ at myself, what the fuck are you doing. ❜

           ❛ — … did you mean the title of your autobiography? ❜     her goal was not to be a dick to miles, but he walked right into that one if we’re all going to be honest here.

& text posts on tumblr meme.  |  accepting

[voidialcore-blog]

"You’re so weird."

                                            ▚ Starters ▞

There was that silence that wasn’t quite SILENCE- the humming ofbackground atmosphere, some traceable while others not. Secondslater was it PAIRED with the sound of movement- the slide of bonesas hands lifted up, digits clicking every so lightly. 

                         THE ABYSS THAT WAS EYES STARED                              AS SMILE LACED FEATURES- FOREVER.

His words took a second to BECOME, substituting more commonand preferred forms of communication for the LESS ADJUSTED.The words found themselves tangled, confused by tone unusedto such a verbal difference then his own natural ones.

                    “ Trust me, I know “

[meow-n-save]

🍞

Send me a “🍞 “ for your muse to throw a loaf of bread at my muse.

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The cat growls after it hits him, his fur floofed up in a mix of surprise and fear.

"Hey! Watch where you throw your brain!"

[mendxcity]

                                   [ LOOKINGFORSTATIC ]

♃   Something smelled; rotting, festering, WRONG & CORRUPTED. Like a corpse, something left to decay by what once helped them strive. like flies to thus, they came. The type of smell that made on feel bloated just by IT’S EXISTENCE.

                                             THEY LIKED IT

♃   They wished to ENGULF the cause, play the taste around the tongue like a fine wine. or something like that. Lithe form traced themselves, FOLLOWING & FINDING but where did these feet bring them? To another HUMAN.

                                             NOW THAT SIMPLY WOULDN’T WORK                                                    THEY WERE NOT A NIBBLER

♃   To no no, but their stolen mass wouldn’t ALLOW DEVOURATION of something larger then them. actually, why was a mere man reeking of such a delectable scent? Atramentous body of Zherneboh came up behind them regardless, PERCHED atop some scaffolding and dust covered shelving. Unwelcomed words, PRODDING & PRYING. Assumptious to say the least.

                               ❝So how often do you get called a weirdo?❞

[bogisms-blog]

rhodonite

if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

My muse is definitely big on something being convenient. He’s very lazy and he’d much rather go after the convenient prey than something that requires some show. However, that doesn’t mean that when he does have to show some elegance, he won’t. Bo definitely knows how to use his massive presence to his ability and make it work for him. 

[brokenmagxc-a]

"Fuck."

( sentence meme. ) || not accepting. 

                  his head JERKS to the side as if he were startled by the slip of profanity, a concerned look drawing brows together and wetting lips with an anxious tongue. “ is something wrong, darling ? ” honestly, he’s almost scared to ask, for there was no clue in his mind as to what could have happened.

[expionagearchive-blog]

“I never thought I’d be a killer.”

florence + the machine starters.  |  accepting

         miles’ words circled his own mind like looped records lost to time.

       ❛ i think, on some level, none of us ever quite think that... --- we never quite want to be killers, well, some of us at least, ❜   a calloused finger stretched over the height of his brow as he poured the creamer into his coffee and watched the bloom of it swirl. jacob was a killer. a liar. a thief. none of which he’d ever thought he’s become as a young boy. not that he exactly recalled his childhood dreams properly.

[neverhasarrived-blog]

"Think I can take these off now?"

      “It should be about time. How’s it been feeling? No pus or anything, right?”