#when you die if you go to heaven you should feel like you've just done a speedball for all eternity otherwise it's a scam

[loves4ge]

tattoo artist!au, cw: partial nudity, mdni

choso can feel his heart stutter in his chest, bumping against his ribcage. god, who just walked in? the pen he's using to draw in his tablet clatters to the ground, though he can't be bothered to pick it up because he is too busy staring at you.

oh, you, with your lovely little dress hitching near the middle of your thigh. strappy sandals and painted nails, you have him hooked. the parlor is dimly lit and smells of ink and paper and alcohol. the kind that's used for cleaning wounds and not the one that you get drunk on with your friends on friday nights. he doesn't even hear your words and you have to repeat them.

"sorry, what did you say?" he sounds out of breath despite not doing any physical exertion. and you grin, that smile would put the sun to shame.

"that's alright. i wanted to get a tattoo but i wasn't sure if you accepted walk-ins?" you trail off towards the end in an inquiring tone. you know that they don't. it's their pinned post on social media.

he does not accept walk-ins. "sure we do, what do you have in mind?"

your eyes brighten, grinning even wider, and choso thinks he might just die and go to heaven right now. he can't stop glancing at you when you show him the designs on your phone.

"where do you want it done?" he asks at the end, opening a blank page on his tablet to finalize a design. you can't help but observe him, leaning over the counter, hair in two twin ponytails and eyeliner done to perfection.

"i was thinking my hip? like if i wore a bikini, i want the tattoo to be partially obscured by the bikini bottoms." choso thinks he may as well have short-circuited with the speed his brain is malfunctioning. you notice his delayed response and almost cooed. he's shy.

this isn't the first time a client has asked for a tattoo in a risqué position, and he's never batted an eye at nudity either. but he's entirely unsure of himself when you strip down to your panties (you ended up taking off the short dress, though you did wear a cami underneath it), and he's thinking maybe he does have a problem with nudity after all (most people call this problem an erection, but choso's not that crude).

"you're gonna have to pull it aside, or i can cut it off." he doesn't specify which part, and now your eyes widen.

swallowing thickly, you ask, "what do you mean?" you know what he means, but you sort of hope he meant something else.

"the side of your underwear, we can just cut a slit—oh," he understands what his previous sentence sounded like when he sees your face contort into disbelief and then promptly dissolve into relief.

he doesn't look at you directly, "sorry, i don't know why i said that. it's, oh god, sorry to make you uncomfort—" he's cut off by your words of understanding.

"it's my fault really. i swear i'm not uncomfortable. really, choso." oh, the money he'd pay to hear his name leave your lips again.

"…if you say so. i'll use the scissors now, if that's okay?" you nod, smiling to encourage him. god knows he needs no encouragement to cut off your panties. there's silence in the parlor except for the sound of fabric being cut. he hands you a small towel to cover whatever you need to, but you just place it to the side. you know what you're doing. choso isn't sure if you're an angel or the devil.

he makes sure his ponytails aren't loose and puts on some nitrile gloves, black like his hair. you're wondering if you should break the silence, make some small talk, put the boy out of his misery, or just let the tension simmer.

"i really like the face tattoo thing you've got going on." he snaps up to look at you, then immediately reddens. his fingers hover above the black stripe across his face.

"yeah?"

"mhm." you lift your hand, thumbing his cheek where the tattoo ends. he's still the entire time.

you'd be the death of him.

with careful hands, he sanitizes the part of your hip where the tattoo would go on. he may have taken a little bit longer than usual, his fingertips pressing into your skin with the thin layer of an alcohol wipe acting as a barrier. your skin is soft, and he wants to grip your hips more actively. without the façade of a tattooist doing his job.

you're not feeling calm anymore, and in a sudden fit of unadvised decision-making, you grab choso's wrist (this choice was not peer-reviewed by your groupchat, but at the moment you find it in yourself that you don't really care). he startles but doesn't say anything.

"i'm nervous," you murmur. he instantly softens, melts, and reaches out to grab your shoulder in a sort of platonic 'i'm there for you' way. you're not planning to be platonic.

"that's alright lovely, everybody gets nervous before tattoos. it's more common than you think. would you like water?" his voice is soothing, and the way his lips move. you know what you need. you know what would calm you down.

"i know another way we can get rid of my nerves."

"mm, how so?"

"kiss me."

he almost chokes. he looks at your dead serious expression.

he is so fucked.

[bloodyarson]

tbh my absolute favorite drug to do would be coke by iv. the rush you get feels so nice in your body and at the same time it does this thing where sound becomes muffled just like if you were wearing a pair of good noise cancelling headphones. ahh, it's been a very long time since i've done that... i miss it tbh.

[schoenpepper]

Like Raven Feathers

Intro: Riddle does something against the rules. And because of that, he'll fall from Heaven, oh he'll fall, just for you.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, Riddle's mom is mentioned, lots of religious whatever, bro's a simp through and through

A/N: Lookie what I whipped up with a random dose of motivation. Riddle's not even in my top five faves so I'm not sure why the first full fic I'll ever post is one about him. This has no effect on my Isekai'd Chronicles series update schedule, but it does share the same universe so go check it out if you're confused.

Masterlist

Riddle has always lived his life by the Bible of the Church of Light. Every movement is according to scripture, and every choice is made under the guidance of his mother, the Saintess. Since she has the highest authority in Heaven and is the angel closest to the God of Light, surely she's correct in all that she does. Surely he's correct to follow her. He would keep his wings pure and abide by every rule; no one likes a fallen acolyte of Light.

In this little circle, he's safe.

He wakes up at sunrise every day and prays. He does as is taught to him: give his thanks for every blessing and apologize for every failure, for every sin, and for every wrong he's committed. Most days, he doesn't know why he's begging for forgiveness. Today, he does. "Forgive me, oh Lord of Light," Riddle mumbles piously under his breath. "I have done something unbecoming of your servant. I have developed…feelings, for a mortal nonetheless. I have given away the love that rightfully belongs to you. Please have mercy and forgive this poor soul."

He never says a word about repenting.

After ten minutes of prayer, he makes his bed, takes a bath, straightens out his feathers, and brushes his teeth. Then it's time to double-check all the items he needs for classes and ensure that he's done all the assignments necessary for each day. He has breakfast with the rest of his dormitory members after giving thanks to his Lord for the food. There's another prayer after eating.

Another careless apology leaves his lips.

Classes go by far too slowly for his liking. When he sits at the cafeteria for lunch, his blue-gray eyes search for the mortal that's been in his mind for far too long, far too often. They light up when he finds you.

There's you beyond his circle, just out of reach.

Riddle isn't shy when he asks you to spend lunch with him. When you agree with a smile, his heart seems to beat faster than before. Too fast for his brain to keep up with. He's short of breath around you; you make him unable to even think. He's like an electronic toy short-circuiting in water. That's what you are, after all—strange, unfamiliar territory he isn't allowed to traverse. But even the first angels fell to temptation, so who is he to be the exception?

You're the sweetest forbidden fruit.

He has to go back to class eventually, but he hates that he does. That's weird, that's wrong; he's Riddle Rosehearts, and studies should be his priority after his God. But his hand is out of his control when he doodles little hearts on the border of his notebook (why would he do that? It's so childish, so immature.).

After class, he sends you a text to ask you to study with him in the library. Alone, preferably, because your friends always raise a ruckus (that's the excuse he tells you and himself). He feels content, happy, when you show up by yourself. The two of you sit across from each other, and he reviews topics for you that he still remembers clearly from his first year. Riddle finds it fun. Perhaps some would call it tedious, but he thinks that you're a worthy use of his time. He gets paid by the way you pout when you're struggling with a question. He feels fulfilled when you smile that bright smile, all teeth showing, eyes squinted into crescents, when you claim to finally understand something you've been struggling with for a while. He thinks he can die happy in your arms when you hug him in excitement and thank him for tutoring you.

You trespass into his little circle.

He packs up too soon because you have some commitment with some other person; he's alone in the library now. He sees the way other people look at you. You're just so uniquely you; he understands they want you the way he does. It doesn't mean he'll relent his efforts to snake his way into your heart. You're something he desperately wants, needs, even.

He's envious of the way other people make you laugh. Riddle's never been the humorous type (do you like that type better?). He's too strict, too strait-laced. Maybe you don't think he's fun, or cool, or interesting. Do you even think of him at all?

He still can't touch you.

When he's back at the dorm, he spends the rest of his time buried in his assignments. Perhaps getting you off his mind is the best thing he can do today. He's unproductive when you're the only thing on his mind, so he buries you underneath mountains of schoolwork.

Why can't he reach you?

He lays in bed after another prayer. The same apology is said. He can't even bother to change it. At some point, he'll stop asking for forgiveness. Some time in the future, he'll only confess his love for you in his daily prayers without being sorry for it. Falling in love with a mortal is wrong. Praying insincerely is wrong. But you, you, oh, you're everything that's right in this sinful world. His mother will never understand him.

But the God of Light will.

Because he doesn't even know when it started, but you've become his light. He fears for the darkness that will swallow him when you're gone.

Don't choose someone else. Don't find someone else. Don't love someone else.

He'll leave his circle on his own.

And when the angel falls, he'll make sure he goes out with the most glorious fireworks.

With you.

[jewreallythinkthat]

I love that Judaism focusses so much on the here and now of our actions rather than what happens after death. I think it's so important that so many beliefs and rules are about how we live and not how we die because at the end of the day, how we live impacts other while how we die, in theory, does not (obviously grief etc but physically the way I die shouldn't really have a material affect on others, unlike living my life to help and raise other up).

I honestly think it's something a lot of people struggle to understand as the dominant global religions of Christianity and Islam put so much importance on heaven and hell and like... Should those exist, then that's a problem for me once I get there. I cannot believe a good and loving G-d would send someone to hell when they have led a life to better the world however that same person didn't believe in the right deity? I cannot understand the idea that faith will protect you from all sins and negative actions - that you could harm and hurt but because you believe in G-d then all of that is forgiven and completely fine.

It's why I find the notion of atonement and forgiveness in Judaism so healing and important. If you have harmed your fellow man, they are the one who must grant forgiveness if you are truly apologetic, not G-d and not a priest. It is only after you have shown true contrition for what you have done, and tried to make amends, that you can go to G-d for forgiveness. The only person who can grant forgiveness is the one harmed and you have to face up to that. The idea that a priest can just relieve you of the harm you've caused someone else is so insulting to me. That they could still be hurting and confused and dinstead of trying to find out why and growing as a person, you leave them in that state to satiate your own need for release from the guilt.

I feel lucky to be from a people who value our time on earth as important and not just a temporary sojourn before heaven and a people that understands that to apologise and atone, you must face up to what you have done in the realest possible way.

As a note, I am not trying to bash religions. I'm sure there are some with similar views, it's more that I can probably count on one hand the number of times he'll and heaven have been discussed in shul because they are just not the most important thing?

[silentgravesdontexist]

Renovating my room means I'm blasting music through the speaker. And I am also just stuck on Hozier's music (if u don't know him— now you do). So, here are Hozier's music that I think suits the following OP men!

Featured Characters: Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Brook, and Usopp

CW: Suggestive Content (it's Hozier. Ofc, there're going to be some feral undertones)

Note: I might edit this and add more if I feel like it.

Portgas D. Ace

I had a thought, dear However scary About that night The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury Before those hands pulled me From the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

To Ace, you were the one who brought him back to life and away from the darkness of his own mind. There was that understanding between the two of you. Both knew the other had a past haunting like a shadow.

He won't pry. He won't undo the stitches of whatever had hurt you in the past. Let the ghosts stay as they are— just let him love you now. Two people that simply fell in love with each other.

The two of you feel like broken pieces of a whole to form a mosaic in each other's embrace. It becomes a chaotic madness that only the two of you could understand the raw beauty of it.

Monkey D. Luffy

Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

As playful as Luffy can be, he's fiercely loyal. He'll go through hell and back just to have you in his arms. May it be against the world, heavens, or even the universe its— he won't let it take you away. He can't lose another loved one.

He's already done this for so many people. No pain nor torture could stop this man from being with you. Not even the gods can help the ones who even dare try to.

The guy won't die for you. Luffy would make sure he's alive to make sure you're safe and happy. That's why not even death could keep him away.

Roronoa Zoro

You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

A man of solitude finally found the place to call his home. Zoro keeps to himself, and yet you wormed your way into his life without realizing the effect you had on him.

There's a silent intensity to it. He's a man of strict self-discipline. He knows who he is. But with you? Gods, a switch turns on in his brain that makes him feral.

The warmth of your soul seeped deep into the crevices of his bones and warmed him from the inside. How could he not need you and the warmth you've shown him?

Sanji

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found (hey ya) I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground (hey ya) I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around (hey ya) And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me!

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

Oh, everyone knows Sanji isn't by any means silent with his affections. But behind those honey-like words of adoration? Behind the hands that hold you so tenderly? There's an underlying heat to it that consumes him whole.

He won't tell you— not yet. Too afraid to scare you away by the growing desire in his chest. He doesn't just want you. He needs you.

That's why he'll put up a front of a dignified lover to you. Fawning over every little detail of your being while his fingers ache to feel the warmth of your bare skin.

Brook

She's gonna save me, call me "baby" Run her hands through my hair She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily Better yet, she wouldn't care We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives Ride 'round picking up clues We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson Raise 'em on rhythm and blues

Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside We'd sit back and watch the world go by

In the vast lonely life Brook lived, there was something about you that made him forget what loneliness ever felt like in the first place. You're just it to him.

No matter how peculiar he may seemed— you were always there by his side. Laughing along his jokes. Even matching his humor and love for music.

You are his muse. And he'd gladly play the ballad of your love until the end of time, if you'd let him.

Usopp

Remember once I told you 'bout How before I heard it from your mouth My name would always hit my ears As such an awful sound And the soul, if that's what you'd call it Uneasy ally of the body It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground

And the first time that you kissed me I drank dry the River Lethe The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same But you spoke some quick new music That went so far to soothe this soul As it was and ever shall be Unearth without a name

Some part of me must have died The first time that you called me baby And some part of me came alive The first time that you called me baby

Usopp knew that there was this part of him that felt hollow with all the grandoise stories he tells. And the way you would always listen to him as if you truly believed his words made him feel as though he was saved.

Bit by bit, he no longer lived in the tales he spun in his mind. He lived in the moment— with you. All the adventures you two would go on together were all he could ever talk about now.

It felt great because it was real. You were real. Choosing him despite all his flaws and quirks. To have given him the honor to hold your heart in his hands and be the one to protect it.

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Okay, I might make a part 2 for this w/ Jimbei, Shanks, Law, Kid, and Yamato. Here's my masterlist to check it out!

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Taglist: @that-student-that-has-homework @captainportgasdace @ofoceansandtombsanew @lynndt-chocolate

[goodnightmemes]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ So you want me to tell you the story of my life. ❜

❛ What were you going to do? Kill me, drink my blood? ❜

❛ I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for 200 years. ❜

❛ I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. ❜

❛ You lack the courage of your convictions. Do it! ❜

❛ Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice l never had. ❜

❛ Your body's dying. Pay no attention. It happens to us all. ❜

❛ No words can describe it. Might as well ask Heaven what it sees. No human can know. ❜

❛ You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly. ❜

❛ There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some...Fascination. ❜

❛ The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along. ❜

❛ That's more like it! Anger! Fury! ❜

❛ Remember: Life without me would be even more unbearable. ❜

❛ You must know something about the meaning of it all. ❜

❛ They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses. ❜

❛ Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life. ❜

❛ Perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us living in a field, like cattle! ❜

❛ What if there is no Hell? Or they don't want us there? Ever think of that? ❜

❛ You're in love with your mortal nature. You resist what can bring you peace. ❜

❛ We're predators, whose all-seeing eyes give them detachment! ❜

❛ It's your coffin, enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like. ❜

❛ Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it! For do not doubt you are a killer! ❜

❛ My philosopher. My martyr. "Never take a human life.” ❜

❛ Pain is terrible for you. You feel it like no other creature, because you're a vampire. ❜

❛ Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we. ❜

❛ A little child, she was. But also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding. ❜

❛ Remember, never in our home! ❜

❛ Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy. With us, it was the same. The years flew by like minutes. ❜

❛ More melancholy nonsense. You grow more like [name] daily! ❜

❛ Do you want me to be a doll forever? ❜

❛ Can't I change like everyone else? ❜

❛ Be glad I made you what you are. You'd be dead now if I hadn't. ❜

❛ You will never grow old. And you will never die. ❜

❛ I thought of all the things I'd done and couldn't undo. And I longed for one second's peace. ❜

❛ He will never let us go. ❜

❛ What is it now? You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me! ❜

❛ Is that supposed to frighten me? ❜

❛ I came to make peace with you. Even though you're the father of lies. I want things to be as they were. ❜

❛ Why do you say such things? ❜

❛ I promise I'll get rid of the bodies. ❜

❛ We forgive each other then? ❜

❛ Good night, sweet prince. May flights of devils wing you to your rest. ❜

❛ Should we burn him? Bury him? What would he have liked? ❜

❛ You've been a very, very naughty little girl. ❜

❛ We deserve your vengeance. ❜

❛ For what could the damned really have to say to the damned? ❜

❛ There are no vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula? ❜

❛ I've searched the world for an immortal and this is what I find! ❜

❛ No one will harm you. I won't allow it. ❜

❛ Vampires who pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires. How avant-garde. ❜

❛ Do you know what it means to be loved by Death? ❜

❛ You die when you kill. You feel you deserve to die and you stint on nothing. ❜

❛ But perhaps...this is the only real evil left. ❜

❛ I know nothing of God. Or the Devil. I have never seen a vision, nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul. ❜

❛ You fear too much. So much you make me fear. ❜

❛ There is but one crime among us vampires here. It is the crime that means death to any vampire: To kill your own kind. ❜

❛ Danger holds you to me. ❜

❛ Love holds you to me. ❜

❛ You would leave me for [name] if he beckoned you. ❜

❛ Is that what I should do? Let you go? ❜

❛ If you want to save her, send her away! ❜

❛ The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that finally kills us. ❜

❛ I need you to make contact with this age. ❜

❛ A vampire with a human soul. An immortal with a mortal's passion. ❜

❛ You are beautiful, my friend. [name] must have wept when he made you. ❜

❛ I knew him. Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing. ❜

❛ Your evil is that you cannot be evil! And I shall suffer for it no longer! ❜

❛ I haven't tears enough for what you've done to me! ❜

❛ Oh, God! I love you still! That's the torment of it! ❜

❛ Who'll care for me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone? ❜

❛ Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even. ❜

❛ What has died is the last breath in me that was human. ❜

❛ Your only company will be your screams. ❜

❛ Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge. ❜

❛ You can teach me this? To be without regret? ❜

❛ What if all I have is my suffering? My regret? ❜

❛ I know you regret nothing. You feel nothing. If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own. ❜

❛ You've come home to me then? ❜

❛ I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty. ❜

❛ That's it? No, it can't end like that. ❜

❛ What I wouldn't give to be like you, to have your power, to have seen the things you have seen. ❜

❛ You want a companion. You want a link to the outside world. That's me. Take me.❜

❛ Do you like this? Do you like being food for the immortals? Do you like dying? ❜

❛ I assume I need no introduction. ❜

❛ Still whining. Heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries. ❜

[lucifersresources]

my chemical romance // the black parade rp meme. edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

the end.

come one, come all, to this tragic affair.

what's in is despair.

you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.

if you look in the mirror & don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.

find out first hand what it's like to be me.

kiss this goodbye.

i'd encourage your smiles, i'll expect you won't cry.

you won't cry.

here's my resignation, i'll serve it in drag.

you've got front row seats.

you've got front row seats to the penitence ball.

when i grow up i want to be nothing at all.

i want to be nothing at all.

save me.

get me the hell out of here.

too young to die.

if you can hear me, just walk away.

dead.

did you get what you deserve?

did you get what you deserve? the ending of your life.

if you get to heaven i'll be here waiting.

your heart can't take this.

have you heard the news that you're dead?

no one ever had much nice to say.

they never liked you anyway.

wouldn't it be great if we were dead?

you never fell in love.

is that the most the both of you can give?

it life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing?

why am i dead?

this is how i disappear.

drain all the blood and give the kids a show.

there's things that i have done you never should ever know.

without you is how i disappear.

without you is how i disappear and live my life alone, forever now.

let me if it's so, that all the good girls go to heaven.

can you hear me cry out to you?

words i thought i'd choke on, figure out.

i'm really not so with you anymore.

i'm just a ghost.

i can't hurt you anymore.

i'm just a ghost, so i can't hurt you anymore.

you wanna see how far down i can sink?

let me go.

i'm so far away from you.

the sharpest lives.

it rains & it pours when you're out on your own.

i've spent the night dancing, i'm drunk i suppose.

if it looks like i'm laughing, i'm really just asking to leave.

you're in time for the show.

you're the one that i need.

i'm the one that you loathe.

you're the one that i need, i'm the one that you loathe.

you can watch me corrode like a beast in repose.

i love all the poison.

i've really been on a bender and it shows.

blow me a kiss.

give me a shot to remember.

you can take all the pain away from me.

your kiss, and i will surrender.

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead.

a light to burn all the empires.

the sun is ashamed to rise.

the sun is ashamed to rise and be in love with all of these vampires.

you can leave like the sane abandoned me.

there's a place in the dark where the animals go.

you can take off your skin.

juliet loves the beat & the lust it commands.

drop the dagger.

drop the dagger & lather the blood on your hands.

welcome to the black parade.

would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?

will you defeat them, your demons?

one day i'll leave you.

one day, i'll leave you, a phantom.

sometimes i get the feeling she's watching over me.

i feel like i should go.

when you're gone, we want you all to know, we'll carry on.

we'll carry on.

your memory will carry on.

in my heart, i can't contain it.

the anthem won't explain it.

your misery & hate will kill us all.

paint it black & take it back.

let's shout it loud & clear.

defiant to the end.

we hear the call to carry on.

though you're broken & defeated, your weary widow marches on.

on & on we carry through the fear.

take a look at me, coz i could not care at all.

do or die, you'll never make me.

the world will never take my heart.

go & try, you'll never break me.

we wanna play this part.

i won't explain or say i'm sorry.

i'm unashamed.

i'm unashamed, i'm gonna show my scar.

give a cheer for all the broken.

it's who we are.

just a man, i'm not a hero.

i'm not a hero.

i don't love you.

don't ever think i'll make you try to stay.

when you go, don't ever think i'll make you try to stay.

maybe when you get back i'll be off to find another way.

i'll be off to find another way.

you're still a good-for-nothing.

get out.

better get out while you can.

when you go and would you even turn to say 'i don't love you like i did yesterday'?

i don't love you like i did yesterday.

sometimes i cry so hard from pleading.

so sick & tired of all the needless beating.

when they knock you down & out is where you oughta stay.

fix your eyes & get up.

house of wolves.

i know a thing about contrition.

i'll be granting your permission.

let the spirit come on through you.

we got innocence for days.

i think i'm gonna burn in hell.

say what i wanna say.

tell me i'm an angel.

take this to my grave.

tell me i'm a bad man, kick me like a stray.

ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

you better run like the devil.

you better run like the devil coz they're never gonna leave you alone.

they're never gonna leave you alone.

you better hide up in the alley.

they're never gonna find you a home.

as the blood runs down the walls, you see me creeping up these halls.

i've been a bad motherfucker.

mama.

we all go to hell.

i'm writing this letter & wishing you well.

we're all gonna die.

stop asking me questions.

i'd hate to see you cry.

when we go, don't blame us.

we'll let the fires just bathe us.

you made us oh so famous.

we'll never let you go.

when you go, don't return to me, my love.

we're all full of lies.

we're meant for the flies.

right now they're building a coffin your size.

i should've been a better son.

you ain't no son of mine for what you've done.

there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all along.

we're damned after all.

through fortune & flame, we fall.

if you can stay then i'll show you the way.

return from the ashes.

raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die.

sleep.

it feels like-- as if somebody was gripping my throat.

walk away a saviour.

i'm undeserving of your sympathy.

there ain't no way that i'm sorry for what i did.

i'm sorry for what i did.

through it all, how could you cry for me?

i don't feel bad about it.

kiss me goodbye.

just sleep.

the hardest part is letting go of your dreams.

a drink for the horror that i'm in.

a drink for the monsters that i've been.

three cheers for tyranny.

there ain't no way that i'm coming back again.

sometimes i see flames.

sometimes i see the people that i love dying.

i can't ever wake up.

teenagers.

they're gonna clean up your looks.

make a citizen out of you.

they can watch.

the drugs never work.

they got methods of keeping you clean.

they're gonna rip up your heads.

another cog in the murder machine.

teenagers scare the living shit out of me.

darken your clothes.

maybe they'll leave you alone.

you're never gonna fit in much.

what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.

make them pay for the things that they did.

disenchanted.

we watched our lives on the screen.

i hate the ending.

i hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene.

it started with an alright scene.

it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing.

it was a lie.

it was a lie when they smiled & said 'you won't feel a thing'.

we ran from the cops.

we laughed so hard it would sting.

as we ran from the cops, we laughed so hard it would sting.

i'm so wrong.

if i'm so wrong, how can you listen all night long?

can you listen?

can you listen all night long?

how can you listen all night long?

will it matter after i'm gone?

you never learned.

you never learned a goddamn thing.

you're just a sad song.

you're just a sad song with nothing to say.

this never meant nothing to you.

you think that i'm wrong.

i spent my high school career spit on and shoved to agree.

bring out the old guillotine.

we'll show em what we all mean.

go, run away.

where did you run to?

where did you hide?

go find another way.

famous last words.

i know that i can't make you stay.

where's your heart?

there's nothing i can say.

there's nothing i can say to change that part.

is it hard understanding i'm incomplete?

i'm incomplete.

a life that's so demanding... i get so weak.

i get so weak.

a love that's so demanding... i can't speak.

i am not afraid.

i am not afraid to keep on living.

i am not afraid to walk this world alone.

honey, if you stay, you'll be forgiven.

you'll be forgiven.

nothing you can say can stop me going home.

i'm out here on the other side.

i'm so weak.

a love that's so demanding... i get weak.

these bright lights have always blinded me.

i see you lying next to me.

i see you lying next to me with words i thought i'd never speak.

words i thought i'd never speak.

awake and unafraid.

asleep, or dead?

blood.

they encourage your complete cooperation.

they think you need to smile.

i can't control myself.

i'll be here.

i'll be here for a while.

give them blood.

give them all that they can drink.

it will never be enough.

they can fix me proper with a bit of luck.

they adore me so.

i'm such an awful fuck.

i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.

it has never been enough.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer X Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Sixteen|

"Adam is in Hell?" Y/n repeats. "As we speak, his soul has made it down into the Pride Ring." Said Michael. "It had been in purgatory, awaiting divine judgement, and as you can tell. He did not meet the qualifications for re-entering Heaven."

Well, it makes sense to a certain point. Adam had lied, going behind everyone's back and acting out a sick genocide on souls. An agreement that should have never happened. He acted against God, and that enough, was punishable by eternal damnation.

"So, what does this mean?" Y/n asked. "If Adam is down there, couldn't he continue the slaughter of sinners?"

"He could, had he kept his angelic powers." Answered God. "Right now, he is as defenseless as any other soul who first lands in Hell."

Y/n felt some relief from that. At least he couldn't harm Charlie in this current state. She was demon royalty, there was no way he could hurt Charlie without his powers.

"And...If dies again? Then what?" Y/n wonders aloud.

"If he does die, there is a good chance he will not return here. Or anywhere. Perhaps he will return to purgatory, only, never to come out." God crosses his arms, looking as if he were in deep thought. "And now that redemption is possible, there will be no chance at all for him to return here, if he continues the way he is."

If Y/n was to be completely honest, she didn't want Adam anywhere near Charlie or her hotel. Who's to say what he'd do or if he tried to pull any sort of tricks.

"Perhaps it's best I keep an eye on him." Y/n suggests. "If you do plan on giving Charlie's hotel a real shot, we can not allow someone like Adam to ruin her plans. There are souls who truly deserve a second chance, just look at Sir. Pentious. He could change, why couldn't any one else down there?"

God smiles slightly. "You make an excellent point. Now, there will be a meeting held tonight. Miss Charlotte's hotel needs to be further discussed."

"I can't believe he's late to the meeting he called." Leliel mutters, arms crossed. Azrael chuckles and leans back further into his seat. "I prefer someone who's a little late, other than a old stick in the mud. Like someone I know." He glances at Leliel.

"What was the meeting about again?" Leroy asks. Gabriel rolled their eyes. "Princess Charlotte's hotel. We are to discuss what further action we should take with the rehabilitation of sinners."

"Oh...We're still on that?" Leroy whispers. "Yes. We are 'still on that', Leroy. That hotel could change everything for Heaven and Hell alike!" Leliel tells him.

"Well, while we're waiting!" Cassius chimes in. "How about we lighten the mood? Did you guys know that humans thought the Coelacanth had gone extinct? Those silly humans, they know so little about their own planet."

"Yes, Cassius, you've told us this a hundred times already." Azrael groans.

Leroy rolls his eyes. "Yeah, it's just a fish. Let me know when they find the megalodon swimming around in their ocean."

"Unfortunately, that big fella is actually gone." Cassius tells him.

"Everyone, let's try and refocus." Michael finally spoke up. "Father will be here any moment. And when he arrives, we shall discuss Princess' Charlotte's redemption plan further, and what's to be done next."

"Isn't that what she's for?" Azrael looks to Y/n, who gave him a less than amused look. She ignored his comment. "As I've already told you, there is no real straightforward answer I could give. Even if we were to come to a decision now, the future is constantly shifting and changing with the slightest of choices." She explains.

"I can sit here for the next millennia telling you the different possibilities. But we both don't want that."

Azrael rolls his eyes. "It feels as if we've already sat here for a millennia. Where is he?"

Just as he said that, God and Galim walked in. "Sorry I'm late everyone! I was having the most wonderful conversation with Sir. Pentious!" He laughs airily. "Now, I've kept you waiting long enough, let's begin shall we?"

God took his place at the head of the table, Galim at his side. "Princess Charlotte Morningstar has been quite the busy bee! Her plans to redeem sinners, was a complete success!" God says with a smile. "Needless to say, this has taken all of us by total surprise. Since the beginning of that whole nasty creation of sin situation, not one single human soul that's been damned has ever been redeemed and granted entry into Heaven. Until now!"

Galim speaks next. "Sir. Pentious has been settling into his new afterlife quite nicely. His previous sinful actions and violent behavior have completely vanished. I say he's developing into a proper angel, fit for Heaven's society. However, there is one problem." They continue.

"It is believed Lute, though clean from bloodshed since the recent extermination, will fall back into those tendencies if she were to ever see Sir. Pentious. Therefore, he is currently under our watch until further notice." Galim goes on. "Aside from that, if another soul from Hell, can be redeemed as he has. If they can comply to Heaven's rules. Then should not every sinner be given the same chance Sir. Pentious had, to better themselves?"

Gabriel was the first to speak.

"Sir. Pentious is one of many souls from Hell. Not every one of them will be the same. And Sir. Pentious is...well, simple. He seemed fairly easy to work with, he tapered off of his sinful ways and now he can behave himself. Who's to say another soul won't take that chance for granted?"

Y/n spoke next. "I say being in Hell for even a few minutes would be motivation enough for any soul to reconsider their ways, so they may live an afterlife in peace. And some souls down there, might not have had any other choice for what they did when they were alive. I believe it would be foolish to think those souls wouldn't want to try again, to be better."

"Hell was created for a reason, you know?" Azrael says, resting his head on his hand. "Humans are truly sick creatures, capable of many horrendous acts. So I say, those souls deserve to be down there, if they wish to live a life that way."

"Hmmm. I dunno." Cassius sighs. "I've seen some pretty nice humans during some of my visits to Earth. I don't think all of them are like that. What if they just...make a mistake?"

"A mistake?" Azrael chuckles. "Must be making some pretty bad mistakes to end up in Hell of all places."

Y/n bit back her irritation. "What about Charlie? She is the daughter of the devil himself, and yet, her soul is the purest of all in Hell. If someone like her can exist, then why could another normal human soul?"

Lucifer was no devil, he was a kind, caring, and loving person. Even after his banishment, he continued to keep a good heart. But in their eyes, he was nothing more than a demon who tried to destroy Heaven.

"I believe in her cause, I want to see the good in others like Charlie can. I think we all could learn a lot from her."

There was a brief silence before God spoke up. "Maybe you're right." Everyone looked to him. "Galim, please schedule a meeting for Miss Charlotte. I'd like to hear more about this hotel personally."

Galim blinks their words stuttering as they spoke. "O-Of course, you're heavenly grace..."

Y/n couldn't believe she was doing this. Or maybe she could. But it'll only be for a moment. Just a quick in and out, and then she'll go back. Y/n raised her hand and knocked at the hotel doors, after a moment, it was answered by Charlie's girlfriend.

"Oh. Uh, it's you." She said awkwardly. "What brings you by...again?" Y/n offers her a kind smile. "Hello again, Vaggie, right?" She asks. Vaggie nods her head, a small smile on her face forms.

"I must speak with Charlie, if that's alright. It's rather important." Y/n tells Vaggie, who gives her a slightly concerned look. "Is it...bad?" She asks. Y/n shakes her head. "Quite the opposite. Though, I'm sure as her girlfriend, you'd want to see that for yourself?"

Vaggie laughs weakly. "Uh, yeah. I just, can't help but be protective of her. Heaven has always been...well, I shouldn't really say anything." Vaggie mutters, looking away from Y/n.

"I understand." Y/n nods. "As much as we brag, Heaven is...well, is not as perfect as we like to pretend it is." Vaggie seemed to visibly relax, she leads Y/n to the gardens where she would wait for Charlie.

Once Charlie arrived, she was overjoyed to see Y/n again. "Y/n! You're back!" Her smile was quick to disappear. "Oh but...Dad said you weren't coming back?"

Y/n's smile faltered slightly. "Well, yes. But, I just had to come back one more time. You see, you're going to have a very important meeting soon. And I feel I should just give you some time to process before the day actually comes."

Charlie looked confused, but curious. "A meeting? Who with?" She asks.

"With the big man upstairs." Y/n points to the sky.

Charlie's face paled. "W-With...?"

Y/n nods. "He says he'd like to discus your hotel with you personally."

Charlie felt her knees buckle, Vaggie was quick to catch her. Vaggie looked to Y/n. "You're serious?" She asks. "God wants to meet with Charlie?"

"Not in person." Y/n clarifies. "It'll be similar to how you first met Adam. It'd be quite the shock to everyone here if God came down in the flesh." Y/n grows closer to Charlie and takes her trembling hands.

"Charlie. Big things are coming your way, and this is just the very beginning. Now...deep breaths." She says gently, Charlie inhaled and exhaled a few times. "Good." Y/n smiles. "Rest assured, God is...probably not what you might think."

"W-What is he like?" Charlie mumbles.

"He's...something. There's really no need to be tense. In fact, he'll be quite delighted to see you." Said Y/n, Charlie's laugh was forced. "You don't say?"

"He is your grandfather, after all. Technically." Y/n tells her. "He's going to gush over you, trust me."

"Right, about that...Can I tell my dad?" Charlie cautiously asks.

"That's your choice. I think we all know their relationship is a little...tense, after what happened." Y/n says with a sigh. "I'm not sure how they would react to seeing each other after all this time. And quite frankly, I'm a little afraid to look. That is, if they ever decide to meet face to face again. I wouldn't doubt it would be awkward and...sad."

Charlie nods. "So, what should I say?"

"Anything." Y/n suggests. "Tell him all your plans going forward. He's already on board, all you have to do now, is give him a sneak peak into what comes next. I will refrain from looking if I can, I'd like to be surprised as well."

Charlie's smile returned to her face. "I will certainly do my best."

"I know you will." Y/n turns away from her. "Now, I should be getting back. Lord knows I've been down here for far too long."

"Wait." Charlie stops her. "Before you go...Can I ask a small favor?" Y/n looks back to Charlie, she didn't miss the look of hesitancy in her expression.

"My dad he...he's been a little depressed since you left. I know this sound selfish, but, I...I'm afraid that if he gets in that bad mental state again...I'll loose him. Again. When mom left, he acted similar to how he's acting now. I just got him back, so..." Charlie trailed off.

Y/n could tell where this was going, she placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "You want me to see him?" Charlie gives her a small nod.

"Charlie..." Y/n wanted to say no. She knew she should have said no. She knew if she kept this up, she will get caught. And that future, the future where she does get caught, was becoming more of a possibility with every choice she makes to come back.

Y/n looks up at the sky. She is reminded of the future she saw, where two angels descend from the Heaven portal. Another, that was becoming closer to reality. But...

"Just for an hour."

Charlie grins wide and hugs Y/n tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Y/n smiles weakly and hugs her back, as she glances up at Heaven's portal with unease.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟒

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟐

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟑

"Why are you so dismissive?"

"Of what?"

"...Of me."

"I've been busy working on new stuff. Well, cause it's a new genre I'm trying out and I-."

"You know, you're a big talker when you lie."

I'd never heard his voice so low. In fact, I'd never thought of him as capable of such an intimidating voice in the first place. I'd always assumed Ezreal's vocal cords would only produce beautiful voices, but…apparently not.

I sucked in a breath, not wanting to sound pathetic. I let it out slowly, not wanting it to look like a sigh, and Ezreal's eyebrows twitched. It's always like this. He caught the part I didn't want to be caught, too fast, and then he comforted me. Comfort that I didn't ask for. If it were simply hypocrisy, it wouldn't bother me so much. The reason I'm bothered, yes, is because Ezreal is such an innocent, nice guy ever. I've never seen him this mad before. Not recently, not even before. The anger he was feeling today was purely my fault, and I couldn't be grumpy or irritable with him. Guilt pierced through my heart like a sledgehammer. Even the act of putting my hands in my pockets felt unnatural because I knew better than anyone else that, it was my fault. If it were dramatic, this is where I should have dropped to my knees, but an unknown emotion squeezed the words out of my mouth. It molded the words, forcing them out of my throat.

"...What if I tell you now that I don't remember?"

"What?"

A series of brief memories haunt me. When they started, I don't know. A tone of frustration, denser than embarrassment and irritation, pierces my ears. I hid under the shadows created by cap like a frightened kitten. I was the one who spoke the unforgivable words, and I was the one who ran away in fear. Yeah, I'm that kind of human being, that's what I'm made of. I was unreasonably frightened, but I'm sure Ezreal didn't mean to scare me. If he wanted me to be scared and beg for forgiveness, he wouldn't have made that stupid face. I did something wrong, I deserved to be reprimanded, but it was Ezreal who was acting like a sinner. Simply because I, scared him.

"I don't remember. I don't even know what I said to you."

"..."

"If you want me to be a little more brazen, I don't understand why you've been obsessing over what I said for days, when I was probably drunk and out of it anyway."

"...Enough."

Hell is a fitting place for me to end up. It's better to throw yourself down the stairs to the other side without thinking twice about the ambiguity of heaven or hell, and it's the same with relationships. Even in this one-sided love relationship, I can't be honest anymore. That I crave more than attention from you, that those are the real, deep feelings we've been screaming about since we were kids, and that those simple four-letter words keep hurting me. So, prove it to me. Cause when I realize you don't care about me in the slightest, I'm going to want to die. Prove to me how you feel about me, how far you'll take my immature rants, and if you even care about me. If you don't, then we're done.

My brain felt like it was in two pieces. Egos fighting. I am pushing myself and pushing Ezreal at the same time, to the point where there is no consensus. If someone asks me where and how our relationship went wrong, I don't know what to say. I can't even remember when I started falling for him.

"What the hell did I say to you that made you so mad that Kayn is talking shit to me? Nah, I don't understand why you're mad in the first place!"

No, he's not even angry, he's just hurt. This is not even in my mind.

"What did you come all the way to the studio for? What did you say to them?"

He used to come by often, just like I used to. She probably didn't say anything, because I'd embarrass her.

"'You're-'"

"I said enough!"

The sharp voice cut between us, but nothing else existed but silence. I wish he'd slap me, but when I glance down, all I see is a tightly clenched fist. I know he's not the kind of man to swing a fist. And it's not that I'm a masochist who's desperate to hit him, it's just that his knuckles are so pitifully red and white from clenching so hard.

"..."

He's crying. His eyes, which should be sparkling and shining under the spotlight on the stage, are wet with tears, not starry lights. In the end, it was me who was stupid from start to finish. I prided myself on being able to read other people's moods with ease, but this time, I missed it. I couldn't tell if the heavens were punishing me for my arrogance, or if I was just as dumb as a moth to a flame when it came to Ezreal. In the first place, Ezreal's emotion wasn't anger. It was frustration, fear, and finally impatience. He's not the kind of person to cry tears of anger.

I wonder why I didn't realize that.

“Ez…”

" Do I really make you miserable?"

"...What?"

"You said I'm the reason you're tired to death every day."

"...What are you talking about..."

A cold sweat trickled down my spine. I'd assumed the worst, but there was worse waiting for me than I'd ever imagined. Ezreal couldn't have been thinking this on his own. He's not that pessimistic.

"If you really think I'm to blame for your misfortune."

No. It's not like that. I tried to say something, but the words were stuck in my throat and felt like they were being strangled. I felt like I was slowly suffocating. Like sand being sucked out of the middle of a desert, I was slowly being eaten away.

"Then it would be more helpful if I left you."

His loosely tied hair whipped in the wind. I stare at the distant, distant back of his head, and it feels like the end of the world. It was only after my already weary hand gripped his arm that I realized that tears from the bitter wind were wetting my cheeks. I was a sinner, and I shed many tears for nought. I became impatient. And soon I felt tempted to scream, frustrating. It seemed to me that despair had taken hold of me to the end and would not let go. Many days and nights passed, many of which were ordinary days where I didn't care what happened. And, yes, honestly, I wanted to tell myself that Ezreal was making my life miserable, even though I knew it wasn't him that was making me miserable, it was my feelings for him.

"I'm not miserable because of you."

A sense of unreality envelops my toes. It wasn't the coziness of a lazy daydream. Each delicate feature of his face in my vision crumbled into shards. The shards ran down my cheeks, dangling precariously from the tip of my chin, before falling to the floor and becoming jewelry for ants.

"I mistook you for misfortune, because I... have a crush on you."

Yes, this is penance. And, confession.

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.

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[kimsohn]

haywire

pairing . juyeon x gn! reader (ft. karina of aespa) about . 1.5k words, fluff warnings . juyeon is pretty ooc (i had the urge to make him a hot beach boy sorry), very detailed description of him bc y/n is down bad (this isn't suggestive i just explained things in detail), y/n is also a little bit of an idiot, cursing

synopsis . public showers are the bane of your existence, but maybe you have to reconsider after seeing the eye candy next door. note. this is heavily inspired by juyeon's shower scenes in lip gloss!! (tysm to jacobblr for these gifs, view them in order as you read! 1 2) this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away, hence the length. enjoy the physical hotness that is juyeon 💗

You have come to the conclusion that sand is magical.

Seriously, how is it that so much still remains on you after you've been furiously rubbing it off for the past 30 minutes? It's like glue is attached to the particles, because either it's not coming off or you're just a complete idiot (it's probably the latter).

"Y/N, the only way that sand is going to come off is with a shower." your friend Karina states, packing up the umbrella covering you two, "Stop trying so hard or you're going to get a towel burn. Is that what it’s even called? It’s definitely not a carpet burn…"

You sigh as you cut out her rambling, knowing that her words are correct and that you're simply choosing to ignore them because of your dislike for public showers. They're out in the open, extremely inefficient, and who knows how many people have stood on the nasty tile, but it's either that or ruining Karina's convertible with sand.

"Fine. I'll be back in ten."

Grabbing the towel, you make your way up the sand, spotting the metal showerheads in the distance. Wearing your flip-flops was useless because the sand still manages to make its way between your toes, and now it's an extra hassle to clean them and walk with the dripping water and squeaky noises. However, you would do anything to not feel the weird flooring of the showers, even if that meant dealing with the annoyance on your feet.

You hope for the best and make your way toward the first one, and to your luck, it’s empty. Thank heaven you don't have to make awkward eye contact with the other people showering. Plus, the handle is extendable, so you can properly rinse the sand off without leaving anything behind. As much as you hate to admit it, Karina was right: the shower can do so much more for you than a towel.

Once you're done double and triple washing the grit off your body, you turn off the shower and quickly dry yourself. The beach breeze has you shivering so you move fast, but to your utter dismay, the towel isn't enough to clean you entirely. It becomes fully damp only halfway through, and the rest of your body feels like it's in the Arctic Pole with the way your goosebumps prickle.

However, before you can freeze to ice, your lucky brain registers the shower running next to you. Maybe they have a spare towel, or at least something to dry you off, but as you walk around to ask, you stop in your tracks.

Your whole body feels numb now because the man standing in front of you is short-circuiting your brain. The shower sounds fade out behind you and all you can hear is the soft dangle of his silver bracelet when he moves his hand, and the water dripping from his sharp chin. He's washing his neck and it's doing absolutely nothing to help because his muscles are flexing, and the water from his hair is dripping onto his beautiful face, long fingers, thin black necklace, and… his chest. His goddamn chest. He's wearing a white tank but it's useless because the water is making it incredibly see-through, and you have to stop tracing his abdomen with scrutiny before you pass out. You have the thought that you should probably stop looking before you die of heatstroke and not your goosebumps, but even his hair is too beautiful to look away from.

I can't believe even hair can be this sexy.

"Hm?"

You watch in horror as he looks up to meet your gaze, and his feline-shaped eyes make you lose your senses for a couple of moments. Then you’re realizing the silence and the stare, and it finally hits you that you said those words out loud. You're in deep shit because now he probably thinks you're a freak, which probably means you have zero chance of getting a towel and maybe some decent eye candy too.

"Um, I’m so sorry. I did not mean to call your hair sexy—"

"Thanks, I guess? No one's ever told me that before."

His face shifts into a small smile, and you're absolutely fucked because his eyes crinkle and all you're reminded of is a cute little cat. How did he go from charming to sweet in five seconds? You blame it on the dimples. Or the eye mole.

"You're... welcome?" you say, scratching your neck awkwardly, "Sorry, I just came here to ask if you had a spare towel."

"I do actually," he says, turning off the water and handing you a fluffy white towel, pure like his endearing smile.

You mutter thanks, quickly wiping the remaining water droplets on your skin, but by now you don't even feel cold anymore because of the man standing in front of you. He's too hot to handle, quite literally, and if it weren't for the fact that you just took a shower, you'd probably be sweating. If you knew public showers contained fine specimens, you wouldn't have held a grudge for so long.

"Thank you again, um..."

"Juyeon."

You stare at the towel in your hands.

"No seriously, I'm sure I would've frozen if it weren't for you," you respond, clearing your throat, "if you want, I can wash this towel for you. It would be no problem at all, really, I can give it back to you the next time you're at the beach."

He hums in thought, grabbing his phone.

"Or you can just give me your number. You can text me back when it's clean and we can meet up somewhere. You live in the area, right?"

Is this gorgeous man actually asking you for your number? You try and convince yourself that this isn't romantic at all and that he's just trying to make this convenient for you. Why would he even like a creep spying on him showering, right?

"Yeah, sure!" you ask, punching in your number, "Do you want me to save my contact with just my name? I can add beach towel weirdo after it."

You’re going to murder your brain and its impulsive thoughts, and maybe even your loud mouth. You probably shouldn't have asked that because he can add a degrading nickname by himself, but he's currently drying his hair with another towel and he looks so attractive that you don't want him to stop. Maybe if hot men didn't reduce you to shambles, you'd actually be in a relationship by now.

He chuckles, and you're hoping he isn't making fun of you inside his head. However, he just shakes his head no, flinging the towel over his shoulder.

"Just your name. You can add a little heart after it if you'd like."

"A heart? Why?" you voice out, or at least you try to with the best of your ability because your throat suddenly feels parched.

"Cause you're cute. I don’t just ask everyone who borrows a towel for their number, you know."

"Oh." you whisper, and maybe it's finally time to listen to the delusion in your brain, "So you suggested meeting up later so you can... see me again. Romantically."

"You're a little silly, you know? It’s okay though; it’s adorable."

"I'm sorry, it's just, you make me a little lightheaded. I'm so much more composed normally, promise."

"Don't worry," he grins, poking your cheek, "I like you when you're flustered. I'd love to see more of it, but only if you want to, of course."

Before you can even respond, you’re interrupted by yelling from the distance.

"Y/N!" you hear, and you both turn to see Karina waving at you from her convertible, "What's taking you so long?"

You turn back to him hurriedly, not knowing what to say. The whole situation already feels like a dream, and you’re scared it’ll fade away as soon as you acknowledge it, or even worse, simply be some form of amusement to him. You’re hoping that you’re not just a joke to him.

"Um, I have to go," you whisper, clutching onto the towel, "but yeah, I'd love to, um,"

"Go on a date with me?"

"Yes. That."

You wave quickly, your brain going a little too haywire to say anything more, and you rush to Karina's car. She's staring at you with a raised eyebrow, but you don't answer because what you hear next resolves any questions she has.

"Text me later, pretty!" Juyeon shouts from the shower, and you feel like the ground is going to swallow you whole as Karina's eyes widen.

It definitely doesn’t seem like it’s a prank anymore. Not when he’s announced his interest for the whole beach to hear.

"Tell. Me. Everything."

"Well," you start, hearing her rev up the vehicle and the wheels start turning, "he's really hot, for one. Also, he asked me on a date. Am I dreaming?"

"See, this is why I’m always right. I told you the shower was a good idea!"

"Yeah,” you respond, leaning back in your seat, “I just didn't know it would be this good."

[notmorbid]

the angel of indian lake, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from the angel of indian lake by stephen graham jones.

i feel there may be unresolved tensions between us.

what do the boy scouts say? 'leave it better than you found it'?

i should probably be vegetarian. maybe next week.

ghosts: nature's air conditioner.

don't look behind. only look ahead.

this isn't exactly the outfit i would have picked.

from the bottom of my chainsaw heart, thanks.

thank you for listening to me all the time.

your past doesn't foretell your future.

you've never tried to survive something like this.

you can't control who you're related to.

you can't be jonesing right now if you want to keep living.

that's not the kind of luck i have.

stay where the people are.

you know who doesn't get beheaded? the one who doesn't put their neck under the machete.

what kills people who are already dead?

we must be reading the signs wrong.

sometimes lies are the only thing that can keep you moving forward.

from what i understand about relationships, they're all about cold shoulders.

if i can be in the past, then i don't have to be here.

you're a survivor, through and through.

killing rages don't always distinguish between 'friend' and 'foe'.

'when'. not 'if'.

i'd rather die from the front than the back.

it's not a good day to die.

is the world going mad, or is it just me?

this really is starting again, isn't it?

the only things worth knowing are the things you're not supposed to know.

not all crying involves tears.

make this make sense.

the new me just wants to live.

what i want is for this to be a nightmare i'm in control of.

horror can save your life, if you let it.

i don't want to hear one single thing you say. ever.

i deserve a good ending, i think.

'the hits just keep on coming'. tagline on the movie poster of my life, right there.

i'm not leaving until you make me. maybe not even then.

if you're not a born final girl, i don't even know what one is.

i need my blood on the inside.

you've done this before, haven't you?

i feel like i'm missing something obvious.

there aren't any good fixes. there's just trying to make it through one moment, then the next.

it's not something you can get used to, but it can lose its surprise.

justice is just another stupid dream. all there is is luck.

all stories end where they begin. at least the good ones do.

i shouldn't have left you. i had a choice.

i'll be holding your hand. i'll keep you here.

i would have made it hurt more, if i'd known.

i get wanting to rip enough holes in the world so that it falls down.

know who you look like?

the land doesn't want you here.

i'm not coming to hang out if there's no nicotine. be serious.

once the limelight's done with you, you're relegated to the shadows to try to deal with it however you can. alone.

i still can't even cuss right.

it's you. it's always been you.

heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid i'll take over.

you want to fight again, don't you?

you're off your meds, aren't you?

isn't this a dream i had once? a long way back?

there's no time to hide in the past. there never is, around here.

being sorry doesn't mean you can hide from it.

so much of my life is screaming.

giving second chances is inviting your abuser in for coffee so you can talk things through.

you didn't have to believe in me. you shouldn't have.

it doesn't matter. it was a long time ago.

no amount of damage done to someone erases what they've done to you.

you hold onto what you can, and you hold tight.

action. not words.

better to let the past stay back where it is.

dad and daughter stories can be good, too. some of them have to be.

i trained you too well. you're using my logic against me.

you're so beautiful.

you can't get rid of me this easy.

can't i just hate you and let that be that?

it's not about the numbers, it's about the names. the people.

blackmail doesn't work on me.

scars prove you lived.

i remember everything, even the stuff i don't want to.

i've seen all the movies. i know all the rules.

[ladysomething]

maddie, you're a freak. but a good one. as in those geniuses that were called freaks for being so so good kinda freak

1. look, I'm sad. of course. but I'm also relieved? I ended up being correct- to some extent (btw so did you. I did crashed over my bf, although it was before we broke up. that how we met. what a mistake. I should've pressed the gas harder) and now I happen to be traumatized over Max’s dream world, but that also means I know how his dream world is like! and. heaven, I'd unalive myself if I had to live that shit every. fucking. night. you're evil.

2. wygig kelly is my icon. queen. love her. P also. I'll also build her something. maybe a statue. btw do we ever learn who the fuck was the asshole that dared hurt her? or is it just... someone random. there are a lot of assholes walking around those streets. and also, the foreshadowing of something bad happening because you pretty much said "what's the worst this that can happen?" wants me to rip my hair out. buuut. I've decided to be positive for once because if Max is not going to be it, I will. they will speak and Kelly and P will be safe and Charles will understand. done. I'm a seer of future.

3. Max is an idiot, though I think we already knew that. but he's also an idiot who has a backstory- and a good one at that. poor little maxie never learned to control or deal or even understand his feelings. I want to push him into a bed and wrap him up with soft blankets and give him a sedative for horses and then read him the beauty and the beast and then give him a forehead kiss and then wish him good night. not in that order probably. the tale should come. before the sedative.

4. Sophie deserves every little good thing that there is in that fucked up world. I, also, wish to hug her. the diabetes my dad inherited me rushed to my blood about 15 years earlier with her. I love her. and Max being the mama's boy he rightfully is healed me.

5. can I repeat the procedure I already I carried out with my ex, but this time with Charles? I promise I'll try my best at being gentle, I know he's suffered as well. what. do. you. mean. he's not left Max's room. wHAT. WHAT.

6. +1. jos verstappen they will never make me like you. the only useful thing you've done ever in your life, was creating Max and Victoria. only that.

7. +2. my brother says that, I quote, he has already forgiven you for making him sad. that he begs you to never leave him with a cliffhanger like that again. (I tried to explain that's not how it works and that he has to be patient because you shall not be overworked in my sight.) then he apologized saying that's not what he meant and asked if you're doing good great nice. and that poor Max. and then poor Maddie. he says that he could've never kept such a plot twist to himself for so long. my roomie says that you're a freak as well. he means it good, too. and we all three wish you a (early) happy birthday hun! 😘 enjoy it.

I cannot finish without saying, I loved the chapter. you're a freak* ❤️

(*see the top paragraph for definition)

I FUCKING KNEW IT. GOD I'M GOOD.

we do of course learn who hurt Kelly. in fact, that information will be coming sooner than you think ..

truly max does need someone to calmly and gently explain to him how emotions work, and how he needs to channel them constructively rather than just be terrified that something bad will happen to anyone he cares about. I'm sure Max would argue that buying Charles and lying to him to keep him safe IS a constructive use of his emotions but. you know. there's a reason I'm the author and he's the idiot.

god I LOVE Sophie. the way she's had like two lines and I would die for her ...

CHARLES IS ALSO GOING THROUGH IT OK. he's also just a little traumatised pookie 😭

+1. when I was in Monaco, I saw the actual Jos Verstappen across the track. when I tell you I was sending him extreme glares even though he couldn't see them ... hopefully he picked up on my bad vibes though

+2. tell your bro that I was STRUGGLING. but also that there are several plot twists coming up that have been way harder to keep a secret, and that I still struggle with holding in. soooo. also the three of you teaming up to call me a freak .......... us all having a party when

[clericofkelemvor]

Clip of back to back conversations with Araj Oblodra, the drow alchemist you meet in Moonrise who wants a sample of your blood and a bite from Astarion, when you meet her again in the city in Act 3 with a romanced Astarion in your party. Choices made in her conversation in act 2: gave her the PC's blood, backed up Astarion when he refused to bite her. This happens after there is a massive explosion in her home and she runs out.

Transcript below the cut

Astarion: And I will keep refusing until the end of time. I'm done bowing to the whims of others.

Araj Oblodra: Oh! My silk, what are the chances - it's /you/!

AO: Ah, and the heart-stopping bloodsucker. I hope you've changed your mind. My neck is yours, any time.

Tav: Astarion, we can leave if you don't want to be around her. (Astarion approves, Jaheira approves)

AO: Never say never.

AO: Forgive the mess. Your blood is far more volatile than I'd anticipated.

A: I'll be all right. Let's just get this over with.

T: Forget it. I saw how you made Astarion feel. I'm done with you. (Astarion approves)

AO: Nervous to see me again, is he? How sweet.

AO: But! We have quite a bit to discuss. What a wonder you came to my door just when you did.

AO: You see, it's /your/ blood that caused the conflagration you just witnessed. Imagine!

AO: It's a breakthrough in the sanguine arts the likes of which the world has never seen. The Grand Matriarch will have no choice but to restore House Oblodra after I present her with my research.

AO: But listen to me, rabbitting on about myself when I have you - the prize bleeder - on my very doorstep.

AO: If you'd come inside, we could discuss something far more exciting than drow politics.

AO: How I made him /feel/? What I propose goes well beyond such frivolities. We are talking about alchemical breakthroughss based on the blood that runs through /your/ veins, my friend!

T: And if it does?

A: I appreciate the thought, truly, but if this is something you want to look into…

A: Well, hearing her out won't kill us.

A: Well, death never stopped me before. I don't know why it should now.

AO: Now, now. I do think that's enough. When you see what I've been working on, bygones will all be bygones, I assure you.

The party follows Araj down to the lower level of her house.

A: If that's her 'formula' I can smell, it's even fouler than her blood. Gods below…

AO: Ah - a cosy little spot, isn't it? These four walls have witnessed greater alchemical triumphs than the keep of Urngath Dorrund!

AO: And now that you're here, the crown jewel of my research is soon to be faceted. All you have to do is drink Formula Gruna.

T: Formula Gruna?

AO: Well yes. Formulae Arkku through Fruak were spectacular failures. But Gruna - Gruna is different. Believe me!

T: What will this formula do?

A: Say no - the only thing she's offering is pain, and I- I don't want to see you hurt.

AO: When you first entered this home, you saw the incredible latent power within your blood exposed in all its nuances. Formula Gruna will unleash that power /within/ you.

AO: Risky. But - erm - safe!

T: I won't be drinking any mysterious formulas today, thanks.

AO: Not even for the betterment of the alchemical arts the realm over? Not event for /that/?

T: All right. Hand it over.

AO: Oh, marvellous. I've never been so excited for anything in all my days! Just - stand over there. Far over there. And drink up!

A: What are you doing? That had better go down the drain and not down your gullet.

Tav steps away and drinks the potion Araj gave them. An explosion occurs around them, doing low fire damage.

T (ambient): Am I… /explosive/?

T: You seem surprised. Had you expected me to die?

AO: Oh my- my heavens! You LIVED!

AO: This is incredible. I'm seeing stars!

T: Is this going to kill me?

AO: I'd hypothesised you wouldn't, my friend. And you've proven me absolutely correct.

AO: You are the world's first /detonative exsanguinator/. To put it simply: from this day on, your blood goes boom. big boom! Ahaha! It's incredible!

AO: All it needs is a spark.

AO: Certainly not. But it might do damage to anyone who makes you bleed without your express permission.

A: Naturally, I always ask first. I'm civilised, unlike you.

AO: There are other necks available for biting, of course. If you were so inclined.

T: Can you revert it?

T: You've had enough of my blood.

AO: What an odd question.

AO: Now, let me offer you a little treat. In exchange for the teensiest vial of your marvellous blood, I'll give you something that'll really throw your enemies for a loop.

AO: I'll only ask a /nominal/ fee in exchange.

AO: Now now, darling. Let's not be /rude/…

A: They said 'no'. You should learn the meaning of the word.

T: Why do you need /more/ of my blood so badly?

AO: My research will be quite worthless without proof. And my proof is running through your veins. I only need a tiny bit. Then - then my life will /truly/ begin.

T: I said /no/.

AO: Ah. I'd so hoped it wouldn't come to this. But I can't let my prize experiment walk out that door. I'd hoped to take a sample with your permission. But I can do without it.

Everyone rolls initiative.

[cuntela]

Hi here's my fav cherry picked lyrics from Conans Found Heaven album that are so Billford coded it's making me explode, and if I'm exploding, you're damn well exploding with me

"You walk alone into the darkest night, You'll never sleep until you're satisfied, You need love, you need one, You need him"

"Dark room, not a whisper or word, Guess you take all the pain that you think you deserve, Won't sleep 'cause it's easy to hurt tonight, tonight, 'Cause you said, "You got it? We're nothing", I'm the worst, if you want it"

"I didn't fight the feeling, Runnin' to my eyes, I wanted you to see it, I believed your lies, Tried to bite back, but I couldn't, I just stood and cried, For the lost time, for the hurtin', For the love that died ... And I came right back after growin', Yet you're still the same, Though it's me who may be broken, It was you to blame"

"While I am walking down these empty roads, I always feel like I am not alone, I hear a voice that tells me where to go, 'Cause you're here, you're watchin' me, I'm walkin' to your corner, I see you in the streets, You're here, you're haunting me, The eye of the night"

"You are the reason I learned to love, Also the reason that I cry, Still I think of all the bloodshed somehow bittersweet, I'm even smilin' now as I sing, Lonely nights, Anger does replace the pain, But who am I to blame?, I broke your heart the same, But I ain't sorry, I wouldn't change a thing, But it'll take a lifetime to get better, I ain't sorry, Though I should probably be, I think I'm gonna love you, You're forever with me"

"Don't leave me hangin' alone again, I thought that I was your only friend, Oh, where'd you go, go, Alley Rose? Oh, where'd you go, go, go?"

"It's 2 AM, hear the cellular ringin', Got the curious feelin' you're fiendin' for love, But the thing is, we haven't spoken for weeks, I love you bad, that's the problem occurrin', Better love I deserve, and I'm hurtin', But sadly, I worship every moment we meet, So you take and you take 'cause you know you can, And I chase as you're chasin' another man, Try to break, see your face and I know that I can't, Oh, You're killing me, You're not makin' it easy, Too busy deceivin' and cheatin' and lyin' and competin', To know how lucky you are, You're killing me, I just want you to free me, And though I am cryin' and bleedin' and barely breathin', I can't let go of your heart, I take your call, you say, "What's the matter?", Then you lie to me faster and faster, you're such a good actor ... Said, "I don't wanna talk, just go away", But you claw at the locks 'til I let you invade ... I wanna die, but you keep me alive, You're killing me, you're killing me"

"You don't really wanna hear the truth, do you?, It's obvious to anyone who ever knew you, That all you ever want is to be right, Even if that means you gotta lie to do it, The only thing you've proven, Is that there's no one, Who ever has done better, At makin' me feel worse, Now you really are the winner, Yeah, there's nothing, That ever did quite kill me, More than what you did, Now you really are the winner, Take a bow 'cause you're the winner, You're the winner, Bask inside your victory, My heart that once was beating, Bleeding in the palm of your hand, Yet you have the nerve to miss me, How do I somehow feel guilty, When you're the one who let it get this bad?"

"You and I, Sacrificed my adolescence, Just to waste my time, On the edges of your life, But we've grown too close, Now it can't amount to nothing, I can hear your voice, In the music on the radio, And it goes ... Can you make us stay forever?, Are we done?, Can you make it play, On and on and on, Like a never-ending song, On and on, Like a never-ending song"

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk I'm gonna go back to rewatching Inside Job now byeeeeee hope y'all see the vision

[accidentalbi]

a small assortment of lyrics from my playlists, 1 - ?

" Dear fellow traveler, under the moon -- "

" I saw you standing in the shadows, and your eyes were blue. "

" Come with me, boy, I want to show you something more. "

" You spoke my language. "

" It wasn't difficult to pull me from myself again. "

" My love is so wise and so pretty. "

" I still dream of you. "

" I'm hoping you'll come soon. "

" I know you're out there, in the shadows. "

" Don't lie, baby, I know what you're thinking. "

" I know you wanna break free. "

" Baby, put the gun away. "

" Baby, don't you run away. "

" Little lady's got a spell on me. "

" You should've known that I was trouble when you met me. "

" He calls me pretty, but he loves me 'cause I'm deadly. "

" I've been causing a scene, but you love me when I'm out of my mind. "

" Closer, baby, don't be shy~ "

" Something dangerous on my tongue. "

" Like a little crazy, gotta keep me around. "

" You can say you hate me, but you never walk out. "

" I'm a savage, I'm a fighter. "

" Got my finger on my pulse, it's steady. "

" When I close my eyes and count to ten, all I feel is the adrenaline. "

" Long live the champion! "

" Call me names, call me reckless. "

" Crash through like a storm. "

" The more I fight, the worse they bite. "

" Under my skin, recounting my sins, poison what's inside. "

" One by one, they have their fun by messing with my head. "

" I've got no choice, it's time to burn this motherfucker down. "

" Deep into the darkness, we all got lost. "

" Call into the afterlife, can you hear us when we cry? "

" Can you show us how to fight? "

" It's all gone wrong. "

" Heaven hold us. "

" Where do we go when it's all over? "

" Can the broken sky unleash one more sunrise for the dawn? "

" I don't know what you had in mind, but here we stand on opposing sides. "

" Let's go to war. "

" We arm ourselves with the wrongs we've done, name them off one by one. "

" Screaming at the ones we love, like we forgot who we can trust. "

" Do we feel safe? "

" Hush, my baby, make no sound. "

" Maybe we can wait each other out. "

" I thought that fighting with meant fighting for. "

" Every feeling in my bones tells me to lash out. "

" You've got my heart, and I've got your soul. "

" You've got my heart, and I've got your soul, but are we better off alone? "

" With every battle, we lose a little more. "

" You are everything that I'd die for. "

" Do you feel safe? "

" There's an angel on the corner. "

" Honey, there's a devil on my knee. "

" She'd have died at night only for me. "

" I was founded in a bed of liars. "

" I was founded in a bed of liars, walking the streets someone before me set on fire. "

" I'm waiting on the day you don't want me tomorrow. "

" I don't know why you love me. "

" Oh, I'm a mess and you can taste it. "

" Oh, I'm a mess and you can taste it when I'm getting tangled in your sheets. "

" You can taste it when I'm getting tangled in your sheets. "

" Wake up with somebody else. "

" Everyone is dumb. "

" Disappointment takes us by surprise. "

" By now I think we should have realized. "

" How dark is it in your mind? "

" You're my home. "

" I see the trouble that I caused. "

" I feed the thoughts you never saw. "

" You just won't let me go. "

" They tend to hold, when you push they pull. "

" The falling is easy when you're numb. "

" When did the lines all blur to gray? "

" How can I sleep when you're awake? "

" What's the point in dreaming? "

" Something's in my head that I'm not sure that I can fight through. "

" It haunts me. "

" I've always been afraid of the shadow in my closet. "

" Down this road, I don't see a ghost. "

" It's more like a feeling that almost keeps me from breathing. "

" I cannot hide from those silent eyes. "

" Who's brave and ready for trouble? "

" Who's so unbelievably humble? "

" Who gambles with his life? "

" Who's never been touched by a blade? "

" This blood on my teeth, it is far beyond dry. "

" I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite. "

" The rest of my pack, I have left them behind. "

" I'll never give you up. "

" If I ever give you up, my heart will surely fail. "

" Don't ever give me up, I could never get back up. "

" The future starts so slow. "

" No longing for the moonlight, no longing for the sun. "

" No longer will I curse the bad I've done. "

" If there's a time when the feeling's gone, I wanna feel it. "

" You can blow what's left of my right mind. "

" There's a time for the second best. "

" There's a time when the feeling's gone. "

" It's hard to be hard, I guess, when you're shaking like a dog. "

[astrronomemes]

BLACK SNAKE MOAN: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2006 film Black Snake Moan. change & alter as needed.

"This ain't gonna work. I don't see why we've got to lie about it when you and I know this ain't gonna work."

"I've got to believe we can do this, or I ain't gonna make it, [name]."

"You ain't gonna make a fuss, are you?"

"There ain't nothing a man can do when a woman makes up her mind."

"I'm not ready to grow old, [name]. And living with you, I feel it. Like I'm one foot in the dirt. I saw it happen to my mama, and that's not gonna happen to me. I've got living to do."

"I deserve better than this. Better than what you give."

"It's already noon, [name]. You think that skirt should still be on?"

"Ain't no better cure for them blues than some good pussy."

"We're not gonna get through this clean. But it don't need to get dirty."

"You're just trying to get me out of my clothes."

"You'd fuck a tree if it was handy."

"Are you gonna preach about turning the other cheek?"

"Your people are here for you, [name]. This is your home. No shame in showing your face."

"I don't mean to hurt you. But I ain't letting you die. I ain't letting you die!"

"I found you on the side of the road. Someone took to beating on you pretty bad. You know who done that to you?"

"The hell you know about me?! You got no right to talk to me about that shit! The hell you think you are?!"

"I saved your life, girl. I can do and say whatever the fuck I want."

"A man big enough to pull a gun best have a tongue in his mouth if he ain't got a brain in his head."

"You ain't gonna talk me out of shit no more. I've got my mind made up, and I ain't gonna be moved on this."

"If you're in some trouble, then we're gonna figure something out. You and me."

"My mouth is shut, boy, and that's how we're gonna keep it."

"You can't hurt people, and then just say I'm sorry, and it all gets washed away."

"I think folks carry on about heaven too much. Like it's some kind of all-you-can-eat buffet up in the clouds. And folks are just gonna do what they're told so they can eat what they want behind some pearly gates. I could go to Shoney's for that."

"What's your heaven? What gives you peace?"

"I'm not fighting with you. I just know you've got more in you than junk."

"You don't know what you're talking about! So why don't you just shut the fuck up?!"

"You only get one life. It should be lived the way you want to live it."

"Not gonna lie to you, [name], this one's a doozy. I don't think... I don't think I can stop this."

"No one's gonna hurt you no more."

"This town ain't going nowhere. You take the time you need."

"You never needed nobody. Always made that clear to me."

"Get me drunk so I don't stick my foot up your ass."

"I feel like I'm coming out of my skin. Like I'm losing control of my mind."

"You know how you feel when you come out of a bad hangover? Like your eyes can open a little bit more?"

"Careful how you point that gun, boy."

"Are you here to make a point, or are you here to kill somebody?"

"If you need to kill a man, all you've got to have is a good reason."

"I think... I think we're fucked up. Both of us. I know I am."

"So... if you want to quit on me... I understand. But please don't."

"I've had nice things before. But I've always ruined them somehow."

"Now live your life. Pull your shit together, and live your life."