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I'VE MOVED TO @brokenalibi

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i will be snatching asks from this blog and posting them on @brokenalibi

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                         𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙿.

𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚌 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚉𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙽!

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@hargrxve​  said:  ❝  I  feel  like  you’d  like  that,  regardless.  ❞

     Sid  doesn’t  know  what  to  say,  in  a  moment  of  anger  he  let  out  everything  that  he  had  bottled  up.  His  throat  was  raw  from  screaming  his  frustrations  out,  every  single  insecurity  he  ever  had  was  now  out  in  the  open.  He  has  never  allowed  himself  to  do  this  before.  Growing  up  he  has  never  seen  his  father  break  down  over  any  of  their  hardships,  he’s  never  seen  Kurt  be  open  wth  what  he  was  feeling,  so  Sid  felt  as  if  he  had  to  do  the  same.

     The  only  time  he  ever  conveyed  how  he  felt  was  through  writing,  but  he  started  to  believe  that  filling  those  pages  up  wasn’t  working  anymore.  No  one  knew  what  was  going  on  with  him  so  how  was  he  supposed  to  be  helped?  He  doesn’t  even  remember  what  triggered  this  out  of  him,  but  at  Skull  Rock  just  sat  him  and  Billy,  the  rest  of  their  group  ran  off  to  do  god  knows  what  in  the  woods.  Was  it  the  beer  that  got  it  out  of  him?  He  had  no  tolerance  after  all,  he  never  drank,  and  even  though  no  one  ever  pressured  him  into  it  he  felt  like  he  had  to.  

     So  many  things  he’s  seen  Kurt  do  that  he  did  in  attempts  to  be  like  him,  the  stronger  twin,  the  better  looking  twin,  the  more  ❛  popular  ❜  twin.  When  would  it  be  Sid’s  turn?  After  his  fit,  Billy  said  something  to  him  about  therapy,  but  not  the  kind  of  therapy  where  you’re  sitting  on  a  couch  talking  to  some  shrink  while  they  write  weird  nots  about  you.  The  kind  of  therapy  where  you  induldge.  

     ❝  No,  no  no  I  don’t  like  that  stuff…  I  don’t  wanna  be  like  her.  ❞

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𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙶 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂.

𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐.

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𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚂𝙸𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙶 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂.

𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐.

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@chimecvlled​  said:   ❝  DO  NOT  TARNISH  MY  HOPES  AND  DREAMS,  MOTHERFUCKER.  ❞

     He’s  never  heard  Chrissy  curse,  nor  did  he  think  such  things  were  in  her  vocabulary,  it  took  him  off  guard.  Hawkins  High’s  angel,  who  knew  she  was  hiding  the  mouth  of  a  sailor?  It  was  funny  actually,  was  hanging  around  Hellfire  rubbing  off  on  her?  ❝  All  I  said  was  that  you  have  to  be  careful  in  the  mosh  pit,  it’s  not  gonna  be  like  the  ones  at  the  bar!  ❞

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@gareththegreat​  said: ❝  i'm  a  killer's  dream  girl.  ❞

     A  killer’s  dream  girl?  Jeez,  what  kind  of  fantasies  did  Gareth  have?  Sid  doesn’t  know  what  to  say  in  response.  Was  he  high?  He  doesn’t  really  indulge  in  that  kind  of  stuff  so  he  wouldn’t  know.  ❝  I  think  I  could  be  somebody’s  dream  girl,  if  they’re  looking  at  me  from  behind.  ❞  He  said  with  a  soft  laugh.  ❝  What  kind  of  killer  do  you  think  would  be  after  you?  ❞

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Robbie: What’s up guys? I’m back! Sid: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Robbie: Death is a social construct.

@brokenalibi​ | endless edits of Robbie Munson ( ft. Heisenberg ) - mutuals may reblog.

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𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚇𝙽𝙰 - 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁:  

the only band that sharona really knew was eddie munson’s and that’s just because he talked about it nonstop and even they weren’t exactly friends. definitely was not enough to be let in for free. ‘ i doubt anyone in corroded coffin would call me ‘cool’ - but i’ll keep that in mind. ’ her body tenses for a moment as he leans in before her brows raise at his suggestion. was he really inviting her out ? ? nah - he was probably just being nice so she could score some drinks. this was just a normal interaction with a classmate and nothing more. 

’ well maybe you’ll just have to pick me up on saturday.’ sharona suggested as sharona leaned just a bit more just to hear him better over the music. the loud bass practically shaking the entire building. ‘ what a gentleman ! though one could argue that you’re trying to do that same thing.’

a laugh leaves her lips and sharona takes the last sip of her drink before placing the empty glass on the counter. ‘do you think you have a chance with me, kurt ? though i have to tell ya, the old geezers have a sweet way of flirting - you might have some competition.’ there was no way in hell she would actually go with any of those old creeps but she couldn’t help but tease him. 

     If  he  was  just  being  nice,  he  would’ve  gotten  up  awhile  ago  to  tend  to  his  roadie  duties.  But  it’s  his  genuine  interest  in  her  that’s  keeping  him  glued  to  his  seat.  If  only  he  wasn’t  so  bad  with  his  words,  unlike  one  of  his  friend’s,  his  tongue  always  fumbled  whenever  he  was  trying  to  express  how  he  felt.  So,  Kurt  took  to  showing  his  appreciation  with  physical  touch,  over  time  he  found  appropriate  ways  to  convey  how  he  felt  by  where  he  placed  his  hand  on  someone’s  body,  or  how  he  embraced  them.    ❝  I  think  the  guys  in  Corroded  Coffin  would  find  you  pretty  cool.  I  mean,  they  hang  out  with  me  and  I  think  that  says  a  lot.  ❞  He’s  trying  his  best  to  crack  a  joke,  but  he’s  not  too  sure  if  they’re  landing  the  way  he  wants  to.

     Kurt  can  feel  his  face  get  red  with  every  passing  moment.  Saturday?  She  can  join  him  at  the  trailer  park’s  kick  back.  ❝  My  dad’s  hosting  a  cookout  at  the  park  that  day,  if  that’s  something  you’d  be  interested  in.  ❞

     Then  Sharona  catches  him  off  guard.  What  a  gentleman!  Though  one  could  argue  that  you’re  trying  to  do  the  same  thing.  Shit  shit  shit.  Was  that  what  he  was  trying  to  do  and  he  just  didn’t  know  it?  No,  that’s  not  the  case,  he  just  didn’t  want  her  getting  a  drink  from  some  weirdo  who  felt  entitled  to  her  because  she  batted  her  eyelashes  at  him.  He’s  kicked  plenty  of  those  guys  out  of  The  Alibi,  he  didn’t  want  to  do  it  tonight  unless  he  aboustley  had  to.

     ❝  Is  that  you’re  way  of  saying  you’re  into  older  men?  Because  I  just  happen  to  be  older  than  you.  ❞

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sentinel007​:

“𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌? 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌? 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐀, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒—𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓’𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊!”

     ❝  This  time  around  I’d  say  calling  her  a  snack  is  an  understatment.  ❞  To  him,  a  snack  would’ve  been  a  temporary  fling  he  had  to  fill  his  time,  and  those  girls  were  never  really  his  type,  they  just  tended  to  flock  his  way  because  apparently  to  them,  he  fit  their  ❛  rockstar  fantasy  ❜.  Yet  the  thought  of  comparing  Sharona  to  one  of  them  wasn’t  right.  To  him,  she  was  much  ore  than  that.  The  second  he  thought  he  had  a  chance  with  her  any  thought  of  another  girl  had  been  wiped  from  his  mind  completely.  ❝  I  wouldn’t  really  compare  her  to  food  either,  more  like  a  rose  that  never  wilts,  and  you  just  wanna  take  care  of  it  for  as  long  as  you  can.  I  think  that  sounds  right,  I  don’t  think  I’m  too  good  with  words,  that’s  kinda  your  job  since  you’re  the  one  writing  all  our  lyrics.  ❞

“𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌? 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌? 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐀, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒—𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓’𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊!”

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@brokenalibi​ asked: ❛ you feel like home to me. ❜ 

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting ! 

lights were dim in the basement of sharona’s house as the pair listened to one of their favorite tapes. rarely did she ever feel peace quite like this - at least not in a very long time. she laid there in kurt’s lap while her hand traced over the digits of his own; enjoying the moment alone together. sharona wasn’t sure if she deserved all of this love and was expecting the cruel hands of fate to wrench it from her grasp at any moment. pushing those negative thoughts out of her head, sharona focused back on kurt’s touch against her skin - relishing in the warmth it brought her. 

his voice broke her out of her trance and brown eyes gazed up at him before a sweet smile tugged on the corners of her lips. sharona sits up from her spot and crawls into his lap; fingers moving to cup the side of his face gently. ‘you’re my home too.’ her voice a whisper as she leans her forehead against his for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. the feelings of doubt washing away with just the gentle press of his lips against her own. deep down in her soul she knew what this feeling was but the words couldn’t leave her lips. maybe one day she would be strong enough to tell him but for now she’ll just have to pour every ounce of feeling into this one kiss. pulling away for a moment she flashes a love-sick grin at him.‘you’re never getting rid of me. you know that, right ?’

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𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚇𝙽𝙰 - 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁:

eyes follow kurt’s hand as he pulls out the hidden liquor from his jacket; her grin widening even more. maybe somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that kurt worked here but it wasn’t the only reason she came. ‘i’ll have you know that i’m a regular here.’ she points over to her girlfriends dancing to the music with the rest of the crowd. ‘my friends and i like to come here for the music. it’s much better than whatever the high school population play at their house parties.’

‘you have to ask ? ?’ a pout settles on her lips at his request and bats her eye lashes for good measure. the most she had in her wallet was a shitty fake that she bought from one of her friends. ‘you can just pretend you never saw me and i’ll disappear into the crowd…’ sharona offered even though the last thing she wanted to do was leave his side. 

‘plus ! the glass is practically empty so there’s not much you can do now.’ her fingers trace the rim of her half empty glass and looks up at him with expectant eyes; hoping that he would fall for her lame excuse. she supposed that if he had to take it away she could always fall back on the joint she kept hidden in the pocket of her jeans.

     Usually,  Kurt  didn’t  pay  much  mind  to  the  patrons  that  entered  the  bar,  the  only  people  he  paid  attention  to  were  his  friends  and  his  family.  The  only  other  time  he’d  focus  on  someone  else  was  when  his  dad  told  him  it  was  time  to  throw  that  person  out  for  getting  out  of  control.  It  only  happened  a  couple  of  times,  but  it  was  never  easy  getting  an  angry  drunk  guy  out  the  bar.  ❝  You  know,  if  you’re  cool  with  any  of  the  bands  playing  pop  will  let  you  in  to  show  your  support,  he  just  won’t  serve  you.  ❞  He  says  cooly  (  or  at  least  what  he  thought  was  a  ❛  cool  ❜  tone  ),  slowly,  he  takes  another  sip  from  his  drink,  before  leaning  closer  to  Sharona  so  only  she  could  hear  what  he’s  saying.  

     ❝  I’ll  let  you  in  on  a  little  secret,  if  you  come  here  enough  with  me,  he’ll  slide  you  a  glass  but  you  gotta  bring  your  own  booze.  When  you’re  out  of  whatever  it  is  you’re  drinkin’,  I  guess  you  could  have  some  of  mine  instead  of  waitin’  on  some  geezer  to  get  you  somethin’  else.  ❞

     Kurt  pauses  for  a  moment,  glancing  over  at  the  band  who  was  playing.  The  openers  were  never  that  great,  the  middle  bands  and  the  header  was  always  the  best.  ❝  Unless  you  wanna  have  some  weirdo  thinkin’  he’s  got  a  chance  with  you  the  second  he  cops  you  a  beer.  ❞

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𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚇𝙽𝙰 - 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁:

loud music filled the air at the hideout as sharona sat by the bar by herself. it was easy for her to score a couple free drinks from some of the older patrons if she asked nice enough. head bobbed to the music as she took another sip from her glass before noticing a figure sit down next to her. eyes glance up and realizes it was him; she’s definitely seen kurt around here before. they’ve only interacted briefly in the past but tonight she was feeling a little more sociable than usual. ‘hey - it’s my favorite stalker ! ’ sharona smirked as she turned to face him. ‘i was kidding earlier but i didn’t know you were actually stalking me now.’ she places her drink on the bar and rests her chin in her hands as she looks up at him. 

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     The  hideout  in  question  was  none  other  than  The  Alibi,  Kurt  has  been  working  at  the  bar  from  the  very  moment  his  dad  opened  its  doors  to  the  public  for  the  first  time.  Him  sitting  right  next  to  her  wasn’t  on  purpose,  it  was  just  the  closest  seat  to  get  behind  the  bar  in  case  his  dad  needed  a  hand  making  drinks.  It  was  a  Friday  night,  so  Robert  expected  the  bar  to  be  filled  to  the  brim  tonight.  A  couple  of  bands  were  playing  tonight,  Kurt  had  already  helped  the  first  band  set  up  their  equipment,  he  had  about  forty  minutes  or  less  to  himself  before  the  next  band  would  next  his  attention.

     Without  saying  a  word  to  his  son,  Robert  placed  a  cup  and  a  can  of  coke  before  his  son.  He’d  never  pour  his  boy  up  in  public,  but  he  knew  Kurt  had  a  fifth  of  jack  on  his  person  somewhere.  Sharona’s  voice  feels  sweet  on  his  ears,  before  he  turns  to  face  her  he  cracks  open  the  coke,  pours  about  a  third  of  it  into  the  glass,  then  follows  it  up  by  removing  the  hidden  jack  from  the  inside  pocket  of  his  jacket.  With  haste,  the  rest  of  the  glass  is  filled  with  jack.  ❝  I  think  you  might  be  the  stalker  this  time.  ❞

     His  words  are  spoken  with  a  nervous  grin,  a  sip  of  liquid  courage  is  taken  before  he  even  tries  speaking  to  her  again.  ❝  I  kinda  work  here  you  know,  the  big  man  that  runs  this  place  just  happens  to  be  my  dad.  And  I  gotta  ask,  may  I  see  your  I.D.  please?  ❞

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@gareththegreat​  said:  ❝  How  long  do  I  have  to  wait  to  be  entertained?  ❞

     Sweat  collects  on  his  brow,  a  huff  escaping  his  lips  while  he  sets  down  Jeff’s  amp.  Kurt  never  let  the  band  help  him  move  their  equipment,  he  believed  they  needed  to  save  their  energy  for  the  set.  They  had  people  coming  to  see  them,  and  not  just  the  drunk  guys  that  hung  around  because  they  didn’t  want  to  deal  with  their  overbearing  wives.  When  he  catches  Gareth’s  comment  on  his  ears.  His  brows  furrow,  his  body  still  hunched  over,  with  haste  he  moves  a  Marshall  header  and  places  it  ontop  of  Jeff’s  amp.  

     Next  to  move  was  Eddie’s  gear,  and  then  Gareth’s  drum  set.  While  The  Alibi  had  a  house  drumkit,  it  wasn’t  the  best,  and  Kurt  would  much  rather  have  Gareth  play  on  something  he  was  comfortable  on.  ❝  Go  get  a  white  crayon  and  color  a  fuckin’  zebra  or  something,  I  need  about  another  twenty  minutes  to  set  this  shit  up,  then  Sid’s  gotta  sound  check.  ❞  He’s  gotta  head  back  to  Eddie’s  van  to  get  the  rest  of  the  setup.  

     ❝  Did  you  guys  forget  the  power  chords  again?  Sam  Ash  already  closed  up  for  the  day  and  the  wires  we  got  here  are  already  shot  to  shit.  ❞

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Hit the heart and I’ll jump in your IMs from the main blog if you wanna plot some dynamics with the boys

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@mysharxna​  said: ❝  Do you want me to comfort you with unhinged humor?  ❞

     He  had  seen  Sharona  Carter  before,  but  he  never  really  spoke  to  her,  only  choosing  to  when  the  two  had  assigned  seats  next  to  each  other  in  one  of  their  classes.  Unlike  his  brother,  he  wasn’t  really  book  smart,  so  for  any  class  he  didn’t  share  with  his  twin  Kurt  would  try  to  mooch  answers  off  whatever  poor  soul  was  sat  next  to  him.  Besides  in  class,  he’d  see  her  at  a  party  here  and  there,  but  for  some  reason  he  could  never  gather  the  balls  to  even  look  at  her  too  long,  he  didn’t  know  what  it  was.  With  any  other  girl  he  could  slide  his  way  in,  talk  her  ear  off,  and  god  knows  what  else.  But  maybe  he  could  never  actually  talk  to  Sharona  because  her  mind  always  seemed  elsewhere,  with  her  nose  stuck  in  a  book.

     She  had  caught  him  off  guard,  he  didn’t  expect  her  to  come  out  into  the  woods  during  lunch  for  a  smoke  break.  To  him,  she  didn’t  seem  like  the  in  public  type,  but  instead  the  kind  to  indulge  in  their  vices  when  they  were  by  themselves.  It  takes  him  a  moment  to  realize  what  she’s  talking  about,  and  then  it  clicks.  In  a  moment  of  pure  anger  before  their  lunch  period  had  started,  he  almost  got  into  it  with  one  of  the  basket  ball  players,  he  couldn’t  remember  why  it  had  started,  over  his  shirt  maybe?  Or  was  the  jock  talking  shit  once  again?  It  was  the  second  one,  he  had  called  Kurt  trailer  trash  and  he  was  quick  to  get  defensive.  

      ❝  As  long  as  your  humor  don’t  involve  people  from  the  trailer  park  being  the  butt  of  the  joke.  ❞  He  speaks  in  an  annoyed  tone,  he’s  far  from  annoyed  with  her,  but  the  interaction  with  the  Peterson  kid  was  still  pissing  him  off.  While  letting  his  cigarette  hang  off  his  lip,  inhaling  the  smoke  that  came  with  it,  he  offers  her  a  lighter.  ❝  You  know,  it’s  always  the  fucker’s  that  come  to  the  park  for  a  good  time  that  talk  the  most  shit  about  it.  ❞