>>above the planet on a wing and a prayer, my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.<< dive in. head first. wings last! you're gonna fall, fall, fall before you learn to fly. you're here to prove that your birthright isn't your destiny. not your blood. not your faith. you. you. you are. family's all that matters. in the end. you'll give it all for them. >>there's no sensation to compare with this. suspended animation, a state of bliss.<< but that's okay. heaven's gonna rejoice and the last hymn will be sang in your name. JACK KLINE! from supernatural. horror inspired. private and highly selective. TRIGGERING THEMES! 21+ ONLY. >>can't keep my mind from the circling skies. tongue-tied and twisted.<< ©

Ava wasn't going to claim that she liked being in charge of the prostitutes per se, although someone did need to take care of the girls there, but it did feel good to be in charge period. She'd never really had a position of power like that before. She was practically married right out of high school and had been trapped in a loveless marriage where she exerted no control whatsoever. Even afterward, trying to fight back for her freedom meant there were certain obstacles in her way. Finally moving past all of that, finding out just how strong she really was, it felt good.

But just like any 'ol high you reached, you had to come down eventually. Yep, she came down alright . . . right into a cell feeling scared to death that her fiancé couldn't do anything to get her out of there. And he hadn't. Sick to her stomach as it had made her, she realized that all she had in there was HERSELF, not even Boyd could pull the strings to get her out of there. His deals with the devil didn't include her impending freedom. Ava had to take a hard look at herself, at the choices that led her into prison, and it wasn't pretty.

❝ I don't need a lecture about what I've done, thank you very much, ❞ she told him sternly, pushing blonde hair away from her face. ❝ Not all of us can grow up and be on the right side of the law. Some of us have to make hard decisions and do what it takes just to stay afloat. I didn't exactly dream about, as a little girl, growing up to be a 'crime queen' but I made my own decisions that got me to where I am now. I don't have anyone to blame but myself. We are what we make of ourselves. ❞

@untilthcyrot sent: down there in the dark i could see the real truth about myself. ( ava, maybe after being released and working as a CI? )

his eyes are flat, dark despite the lightness of the blue, and he knows that people have flinched away from his eyes before when he sets them on them. he doubts ava will be the type, but he can't find it in him to fake anything that might be easier for her to tolerate.

and he's never been interested in being liked by most anyway.

"the truth tell you that you enjoyed being a pimp or, what would you call it, a crime queen?" clearly not in the end, considering where they are, but CI's are hardly the trustworthy sort. just cause raylan trusts her doesn't mean tim will. "or, guess it told you that shit didn't suit you in end, huh?"

❝ Because my brother's the one who wrote it. ❞ Once upon a time, she would have been proud that her big brother wrote stories about what they experienced at Hill House. The problem was, he never believed those stories. He thought his siblings made up every little thing they said they saw or heard. There was always a rational explanation, right? His traumatized siblings couldn't possibly be telling the truth all these years later. ❝ It's obvious the further you get into the book that he doesn't believe it himself. I mean, there's a few times that he writes things from his perspective but for the most part, it's everything we've claimed. ❞

head tilted skeptically at her revealing words, unsure of what part to grasp onto and what part to park for investigating later. he glanced down at the book in his hand after she offered it to him. once he decided on what to focus on, his eyes shot up back up to her as he inquired, " how do you know that? that the writer doesn't believe any of it? "

❝ He doesn't have a lot of pull when he's not summoned directly — ❞ The only way to summon him being that his name had to be chanted THREE TIMES in a row so that he could come out and play, otherwise, it was all parlor tricks that he had up his sleeve. Nobody in the Deetz home so much as even uttered is name in any capacity, not wanting to tempt the bio-exorcist.

❝ — but he still finds ways of pestering the living. He's harmless when he's eraser-sized. ❞ He enjoyed lurking in the town model Adam had carved, popping up here and there to tempt her to let him out or just annoy her and anyone else to death.

Dawn is familiar with what goes bump in the night. Things from Beyond The Veil. Ghosts and ghouls and other such things.

In her experience, some are harmless. Other? Very much not such. Dawn has had her fair share of encounters with the harmless ones. Those that are less so, too. She greatly prefers the ridiculous ones, harmless and even sometimes a little fun.

❝There're definitely worse ghosts to be haunted by. You see him around a lot?❞

The way that he was looking at her - he wasn't seeing Mary, a person that had joined this community because she was given the chance to actually make something of herself instead of acting a sheep like Alpha had wanted her to be. He was looking at someone who had been responsible for tormenting his people and bringing them nothing but death and sorrow, something she could never take back no matter how much she wanted to. Mary may not have been the one to kill them and display their heads so savagely, but there hadn't been anything she could have done to stop Alpha, not without putting a death sentence on her and her sister's heads either. That's what she told herself anyway. A lie felt better than facing the truth that she was a monster.

She swallowed the thick bile in her throat and just nodded her head at what he told her. If Mary was going to play her part in this community, she would have to listen to what everyone else told her to do. Trust wasn't something given, it was earned, and it was going to take her an excruciatingly long time for any of them to trust her, if they ever decided to.

❝ Okay, I'm sorry, ❞ she said in a low voice, trying to act like it didn't hurt not to be treated this way, however deserved it was. ❝ Just . . . tell me want you want me to do. ❞

he can't help the way his eyes bore into her, scrutinizing every inch of her face as she reacts to his words. daryl believes wholeheartedly that there's room for redemption for most people— that they've all done terrible things in the name of survival. but ever since the border incident, it's become more and more difficult for daryl to see any chance for absolution with mary and the whisperers.

the mere thought of the heads of his people, all desperate for flesh and lined up on pikes like some sick play on vlad the impaler's bloodthirsty acts of brutality, makes a swell of anger roll up daryl's body. he has to swallow it down before it can truly rear its head.

mary is lucky that he has some semblance of self control in this moment. he comes no closer to her, but leans forward slightly. ‘ you wanna help? don't touch nothin' unless one of us tells you, ’ he says, tone cutting through the air like one of his knives.

Ah, Peter, you always leave me wondering what to think. Is there some part of you that actually cares, or are you just really, really good at faking it? 

Milo Ventimiglia as Charlie Nicoletti The Company You Keep S01E01 “Pilot”

❝ That's because vampires tend to take all the limelight — ❞ Whether or not FULL VAMPIRES actually existed was neither here nor there, that bridge not ready to be crossed yet. No, they were looking for a vampire's lesser known cousin, the Dhampire. It wasn't as powerful or strong as a full-blooded vampire but it was still just as dangerous. ❝ — while Dhampires sit on the backburner. It makes it easier for them to blend into society, especially since they can look and act just like you and me. They can walk in the sunlight, stomach eating human food, but those instincts still kick in. They want to feed and it's out of their control. Think of a newly turned beta every full moon but with a thirst for draining someone dry of their blood. ❞

" honestly — ? i had no idea that they were even called that. " but peter, the walking bestiary, did. scott had been counting on it, more than he'd openly admit. not that he needs to : seeking his help in the first place says enough. says a lot, actually. that he's here voluntarily, and not as a last resort. that when he'd found himself at a loss for answers, peter hale's had been the first name that came to mind who might have any. scott folds his arms, eyebrows raised. expectant. nowhere near as wary as he used to be. " five innocent people are dead, so far. i'm not letting it get to six. are you gonna tell me what you know, or do i have to work for it? "

❝ Now that I think about it, if 'Lydia' isn't part of your password somewhere I'll be shocked. ❞

♡ ───── @fcrgedinsuffering liked peter hale's starter call ( for stiles ) !

❝ Did you see what my people did to yours? They already hate me. ❞ Mary hadn't actively taken part in the beheading of Aaron's people, but she hadn't exactly done anything to stop it either. What could she have done? As guilty as she felt for doing nothing, she tried to justify her reasoning so that she could try to leave with herself day after day. She told herself that standing up to Alpha would have been a death sentence and she had a little sister to look after, one that she failed, too.

Mary knew her pain wasn't special, that it wasn't worse than someone else's, but it was still her own. She felt just as monstrous as the mask she wore when she was with the whisperers. Hands were stained red with the lives her people had taken. Guilt stained her heart black from the things she couldn't take back. Deep down, a chance was something she wanted, she just wasn't sure if she'd ever earn it.

❝ Why do they hate you? ❞ The woman decided to ask him now. There was a reason why he had left those people to begin with and thought it was better to shack up with the whisperers instead. When he'd arrived, he'd somewhat implied that he didn't actually belong there without giving them too many details. Not unless he'd revealed things to Alpha in private; she had a way of drawing out everyone's demons and using them to her advantage.

　It was easy to see where she was coming from. Negan was not so far from it himself. After all, with everything he had done and how personal he had made it - there was a time he believed he was far better off dead or at the least, on his own. But it quickly become apparent he wasn't capable of that. That the world was now too far gone for that type of survival.

"I'm not gonna lie to you," Negan says with a small humorless chuckle, "At first it's going to be fuckin' hard. They won't like you. Will hate you but eventually, they'll see themselves in you. We're all tryna survive. There isn't any right or wrongs out there. Not anymore. You give it time and they'll see what's underneath that freaky fuckin' mask of yours. None of us are too different from one another."

❝ So then you're saying that regardless of what butterflies you step on it the past, the world is set on detonating itself one way or another? ❞ It was a terrifying thing to imagine, that it was written that the fate of the world would end in an apocalypse, no matter how hard someone tried to prevent it. She wondered if this fate would happen in her lifetime - likely considering her immortality.

"some schools of believe think that all timelines will end in some form of apocalyptic event. that such a catastrophe is the beginning of something new." some could even say that wars were a kind of rebirth through bloodshed, death and fire. "the past can be shaped but the conclusion will always remain the same."

Lydia allowed his question to hang in the air for a moment, but only because she was trying to decipher his true intention behind asking it to begin with. In times before, she had merely been asked because people her age that it would be funny to make fun of the Deetz' claim that their house was haunted. She never took them seriously and they hated that she didn't fall prey to their attempts at lousy harassment. This kid though, something felt different about his question. It almost felt genuine, like he wanted her to admit it was all a hoax and that ghosts weren't real. ❝ Why do you want to know? ❞ She asked him first.

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❝ I don't know if you've noticed this, sweetheart, but I don't get along with Argents very well for very obvious reasons. ❞ The pack had been getting along very swimmingly in Beacon Hills but because of the nature of their very existence, the Argents had chosen war over peace, and war was painted in white hot flames. One of the only survivors of the fire, he had never forgotten the feeling from the fear to the physical pain of that night, and how looking at anyone remotely related to those responsible made his stomach turn.

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❝ What do you know about dhampirs? ❞ Peter already knew the answer — nothing, and that was precisely the point. Scott was left feeling like there were missing pieces to the puzzle while discovering another creature drawn just like every other one to Beacon Hills. A series of unexplained deaths later and the young man was knocking on Peter's door hoping that he knew more than anyone else seemed to — which he did and had already figured it out when the first body was discovered. He was just biding his time waiting for someone like Scott to show up.

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₍ 📻 ₎   the mountain goats lyrics  rp  starters  ! | you're going to do what you want, no matter what i ask of you. - for ava! asked by @guttcrson

❝ You're right. I'm gonna do what I gotta do 'cause at the end of the day, all I got is me. ❞ Ava had spent so much time being pulled and pushed around by men who didn't deserve her. They thought she was just some pretty face they could talk to how they wanted to and grab her when they felt like it, didn't matter how hard or if they left bruises she had to explain away. Living out here didn't give her much room to grow as a person either, a pathway of bad decisions was all she knew, never able to keep her head above water — or out of trouble for that matter. It got to a point where she had to start standing up for herself and only rely on herself, nobody else, not even the marshalls. ❝ You gonna try and stand in my way of that? ❞

❝ Yeah, right. I think for all the obvious reasons I don't want you anymore, Tate. ❞

@untilthcyrot liked this lyric starter call // still accepting

track 18 // "imgonnagetyouback"

"i can tell when somebody still wants me, come clean..."