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she doesn't like giving fin the silent treatment. it's not her usual approach at all, but the events leading up to the past few days had suggested to her that for once, arguing wasn't gonna get anywhere. in short: he'd insisted on going in alone, no matter how much she'd protested, and he'd gotten hurt. not badly, but frustration had boiled over and phil's been giving him the cold shoulder since—less to punish him and more to give herself time to cool off. time to think. she's a smart woman; she knows why he did it, and knowing that it's because he doesn't want her to get hurt makes her a little less upset. still thinks it was a stupid move ( she can take care of herself ), but she gets it. so when he comes back, apologetic and laden with all her favorites, she returns his grin with one of her own. "took you long enough. i was startin' to worry the men in black got you."

PHILOMENA MCCORKLE: ▲ FINLEY HAS OFFENDED PHIL IN SOMEWAY, BUT DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL NOW. she's been quiet. too quiet. something very unusual, since when they're around each other, they're usually loud and obnoxious as can be. he thought she might be going through something, that she needed a little bit of space, but the three days that have passed made finley realize that he may be the problem. approaching the motel room they shared, he unlocked the door with his free hand. other is full with her favorite takeout and snacks, which he leads with as he entered. 'i brought all the good stuff,' he says as he locks the door behind him, turning back to face phil with a small, test grin. 'and, guess what? it's accompanied by an apology. which is also super tasty,' @dotsconnected.

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@huntedvideo said: ‘ pie is not a meal. ’

"how is pie not a meal?!" voice is pitched higher than usual with incredulity, as if fin is trying to argue something utterly ridiculous ( he's not, and phil knows it. she doesn't really believe she's right, she's just debating for the fun of it ). with a gesture at the slice of apple pie in front of her, she continues: " 's got fruit and carbs. that's about as much as most breakfasts have! would you say, like, pancakes or waffles or crepes with some berries aren't meals? no! cause they are!" she emphatically slaps her hand down on the tabletop. "i rest my case!"

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FLORENCE + T HE MACHINE’S ‘ DANCE FEVER ‘ SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from the 2022 album. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

KING

‘ we’re always arguing about whether to have children, about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition, and how much is art really worth? ’ ‘ how much is art really worth? ’ ‘ the very thing you’re best at is the thing that hurts the most. ’ ‘ you need your rotten heart. your dazzling pain, like diamond rings. ’ ‘ i need to go to war to find material to sing. ’ ‘ i am no mother. i am no bride; i am king. ’ ‘ i need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing, my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. ’ ‘ a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape. ’ ‘ just when you think you have it figured out, something new begins to take. ’ ‘ i never knew my killer would be coming from within. ’ ‘ i was never as good as i always thought i was, but i knew how to dress it up. ’ ‘ i was never satisfied. ’ ‘ it never let me go, just dragged me by my hair. ’

FREE

‘ sometimes, i wonder if i should be medicated. if i would feel better just lightly sedated. ’ ‘ i can’t control it. ’ ‘ i’m on fire, but i’m trying not to show it. ’ ‘ i’m always running from something. ’ ‘ i push it back, but it keeps on coming. ’ ‘ being clever never got me very far. ’ ‘ it’s all in my head. ’ ‘ you’re too sensitive. ’ ‘ “you’re too sensitive,” they said. ’ ‘ okay, but let’s discuss this at the hospital. ’ ‘ for a moment, when i’m dancing, i am free. ’ ‘ is this how it is? is this how it’s always been? ’ ‘ is this how it’s always been? to exist in the face of suffering and death, and somehow still keep singing? ’ ‘ don’t you wanna call it off? ’ ‘ there’s nothing else that i know how to do but to open up my arms and give it all to you. ’

CHOREOMANIA

‘ i’m freaking out in the middle of the street. ’ ‘ i don’t know how it started. i don’t know how to stop it. ’ ‘ something’s coming. ’ ‘ i danced myself to death. ’ ‘ this is the end. ’ ‘ do they speak to you? cause they speak to me, too. ’ ‘ you said that rock and roll is dead. but is that just because it has not been resurrected in your image? ’

BACK IN TOWN

‘ i’ve never really been alive before. i always lived in my head. ’ ‘ sometimes it was easier to be hungover and half-dead. ’ ‘ i’m back in town. why don’t we go out? ’ ‘ why don’t we go to that ninth street diner? ’ ‘ why don’t we go out to that ninth street diner and carry on slowly, torturing each other? ’ ‘ i came for the pleasure, but i stayed for the pain. ’ ‘ if you get spat on, that’s just your big city baptism. ’ ‘ why don’t we go out and never go to sleep? ’ ‘ we’ll throw our dreams out, let them pile up on the streets. ’ ‘ i thought that i was here with you, but it was always just an empty room. ’

GIRLS AGAINST GOD

‘ when someone looks at me with real love, i don’t like it very much. it makes me feel like i’m being crushed. ’ ‘ is this something that you would like to discuss? ’ ‘ it’s good to be alive. ’ ‘ it’s good to be alive, crying into cereal at midnight. ’ ‘ if they ever let me out, i’m gonna really let it out. ’ ‘ oh god, you’re gonna get it. ’ ‘ you’ll be sorry that you messed with this. ’ ‘ remember being in that basement? ’ ‘ everyone treated us like little pets. ’ ‘ tell me it’s not over yet. ’ ‘ in my darkest fantasies, i am the picture of passivity. ’ ‘ i’m suppressing all my private rage. ’ ‘ when i decided to wage holy war, it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor. ’ ‘ i may not look like much… ’ ‘ i met the devil, you know. he gave me a choice: a golden heart, or a golden voice. ’

DREAM GIRL EVIL

‘ did you miss me? ’ ‘ did you walk on water just to kiss me? ’ ‘ come and get me. ’ ‘ drag me out, destroy me. ’ ‘ i’ve been expecting you. ’ ‘ i’m ready. ’ ‘ deliver me the bad news. ’ ‘ am i your dream girl? ’ ‘ do you think of me in bed? ’ ‘ you could never hold me. ’ ‘ make me evil, then i’m an angel instead. ’ ‘ at least you’ll sanctify me when i’m dead. ’ ‘ did i disappoint you? ’ ‘ do i just remind you of every girl that made you mad? ’ ‘ make me perfect, make me your fantasy. you know i deserve it, so take it out on me. ’ ‘ i am nobody’s moral center. ’

PRAYER FACTORY

‘ all the things that i ran from, i now bring as close to me as i can. ’ ‘ why don’t you give me a call? ’ ‘ yes, i’ll take it all. ’ ‘ all this work has gone to waste. ’ ‘ you made me climb, and then you shut the gate. ’

CASSANDRA

‘ i used to see the future, and now i see nothing. ’ ‘ they cut out my eyes and sent me home packing. ’ ‘ i pace around the kitchen for scraps of inspiration. ’ ‘ i used to tell the future, but they cut out my tongue and left me doing laundry to think on what i’d done. ’ ‘ i used to move into the future and bring it all back. ’ ‘ they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out. ’ ‘ can you see me? ’ ‘ everything i thought i knew has fallen  out of view. ’ ‘ can you hear me? ’ ‘ there’s no one left to sing to. ’ ‘ all the gods have been domesticated, and heaven is now overrated. ’ ‘ you can take your complaints straight to the lord. ’ ‘ i try to still look with wonder on the world as the roses bloom, though the riot van is still plainly in view. ’ ‘ take me back. ’ ‘ if i run fast enough, could i break apart as empires crumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart? ’

HEAVEN IS HERE

‘ bring your cigarette. ’ ‘ heaven is here, if you want it. ’ ‘ heaven is here. ’ ‘ bring your boy. ’ ‘ bring your bottle. ’ ‘ i went to the water, drank every drop. ’ ‘ i’ll turn your sea into a desert. ’ ‘ yes, i’m your girl. ’ ‘ if it glitters, i’m going. ’ ‘ time stretches, endless. ’ ‘ you know i always get my man. ’

DAFFODIL

‘ i couldn’t help it. ’ ‘ i let it get in: the helpless optimism of spring. ’ ‘ the world’s bent double from weeping, and yet the birds begin to sing. ’ ‘ i’m not bad. i’m not good. ’ ‘ i made myself mythical, and tried to be real. ’ ‘ we practice resurrection every night, raising the dead under the moonlight. ’ ‘ you’re a perfect pearl hung in the sky. ’ ‘ there is no bad, there is no good. ’ ‘ kiss my face and tell me that i’m the chosen one. ’ ‘ a generation soaked in grief, and now we’re drying out and hanging on by the skin of our teeth. ’ ‘ i never thought that it would get this far. ’ ‘ sometimes, i see so much beauty, i don’t think that i can cope. ’

MY LOVE

‘ i was always able to write my way out. ’ ‘ now i find that when i look down, every page is empty. ’ ‘ there is nothing to describe, except the moon still bright against the worrying sky. ’ ‘ tell me where to put my love. do i wait for time to do what it does? ’ ‘ i don’t know where to put my love. ’ ‘ when it came, it was stranger than i had ever imagined. ’ ‘ all my friends are getting ill. ’ ‘ my arms emptied, the skies emptied, the billboards emptied. ’

RESTRAINT

‘ have i learned restraint? ’ ‘ am i quiet enough for you yet? ’

THE BOMB

‘ you said this could have been the best thing that ever happened to you… so you decided not to do it. ’ ‘ you come back every summer like a carnivorous flower, and i stare at your hands in the heat, and i think they are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. ’ ‘ if i was free to love you, you wouldn’t want me, would you? ’ ‘ unavailability is the only thing that turns you on. come here, baby, tell me that i’m wrong. ’ ‘ come here, baby. tell me that i’m wrong. ’ ‘ i’ve blown apart my life for you. ’ ‘ break me, shake me, devastate me. ’ ‘ i don’t love you. ’ ‘ i let it burn, but it just had to be done. ’ ‘ i’m in ruins, but is it what i wanted all along? ’

MORNING ELVIS

‘ they dressed me and they put me on a plane. ’ ‘ i pressed my forehead to the floor and prayed for a trapdoor. ’ ‘ i’ve been here many times before. ’ ‘ if i make it to the morning… ’ ‘ i should come with a warning. ’ ‘ if i make it to the stage, i’ll show you what it means to be saved. ’ ‘ i told the band to leave without me; i’ll get the next flight. ’ ‘ i’ll see you with elvis if i don’t survive the night. ’ ‘ after every tour, i swear i’ll quit. ’ ‘ the call, it always comes. ’ ‘ i’m still afraid. i’m still crazy. ’

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‘THE RAVEN CYCLE’ STARTERS

taken from the YA series by maggie stiefvater. some alterations made as needed to make things fit better for rp. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

‘ sometimes, i feel like my life is made up of a dozen hours i can never forget. ’ ‘ “i’m always straight?” oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told. ’ ‘ it’s safe as life. ’ ‘ what fresh hell is this ? ’ ‘ my words are unerring tools of destruction, and i’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them. ’ ‘ i like you better this way. ’ ‘ crushed and broken. just the way women like ‘em. ’ ‘ fate is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast. ’ ‘ rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done. ’ ‘ i’m trying not to look at your boat shoes. i feel better about you as a person if i pretend you’re not wearing them. ’ ‘ i want to feel awake when my eyes are open. ’ ‘ you’re pretty in a way that is physically painful to me. i’m attracted to you like a heart attack. ’ ‘ i am being perfectly fucking civil. ’ ‘ shitdamn, it’s hot. ’ ‘ when i’m gone, dream me the world. something new for every night. ’ ‘ kissing’s a lot like laughing. if the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one. ’ ‘ well, i don’t know how helpful that was… we found out german beauty homers look like bloody puffins. ’ ‘ i wish i could kiss you. because i would beg just one off you. under all this. and then we’d never say anything about it again. ’ ‘ pie is not a meal. ’ ‘ i’m here. i just—i believe i’m having a panic attack. ’ ‘ thanks for the super helpful alternative suggestions. your contribution at the end of the world will be tallied accordingly. ’ ‘ blame the poets. it’s easier to stir people to rebellion if they think they’re on the side of a demigod or some chosen one. never trust a poet. ’ ‘ no one knows what ignominy means. ’ ‘ don’t be such a shitbag. ’ ‘ i’m perfectly aware that it’s possible to have a friendship that isn’t all-encompassing, that isn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. it’s just that now that i’ve had this kind, i don’t want the other. ’ ‘ you’d better wait in the car, with your fancy face. ’ ‘ feel its pulse, don’t just stare at it. pulse. on its face. there. there, [name], god. there. ’ ‘ we’re going so slow. i think i just saw a tricycle pass us. ’ ‘ my head knew you were all right. but the rest of me didn’t. ’ ‘ i just want to pretend. i want to pretend that i could. ’ ‘ damn. you’re right. i really can’t think of another joke. ’ ‘ it was cowardice and stupidity. i didn’t like good-byes, so i just abstained, and i didn’t think about the consequences. ’ ‘ in my head, everything is always so tangled. i am such a damaged thing. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t have pegged you for a fan of normal. ’ ‘ you marvelous creature! ’ ‘  maybe it’s good that the world forgets every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. perhaps this cultural amnesia spares us all. perhaps if we remembered everything, hope would die instead. ’ ‘ i was here. i exist. i’m alive, because i bleed. ’ ‘ do you think you’re the only one with a right to bitterness here? ’ ‘ i just want to keep being best friends with you forever, and maybe one day also have carnal knowledge of you. ’ ‘ my feelings for you are an oil spill. i let them overflow, and now there isn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if i dropped a match. ’ ‘ i like you an awful lot, [name]. ’ ‘ for the first time that i can remember, i know what it would feel like to be present in my own life. ’ ‘ jesus god, dude, do you have stitches on your face? bad. ass. put it here, you asshole. ’ ‘ i was trying to protect you, you little pissant. ’ ‘ you’re asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. you sort of sprang it on me. why do we breathe air? because we love air? because we don’t want to suffocate. why do we eat? because we don’t want to starve. how do i know i love you? because i can sleep after i talk to you. ’ ‘ not today! no, thank you! too many events this decade. perhaps later! cannot do the shock! thank you for your time. ’ ‘ i am a slow-growing creature! i cannot adapt so quickly! ’ ‘ tell me: when you dream, do you dream of the stars? ’ ‘ if you can’t be unafraid, be afraid and happy. ’ ‘ it really is a helluva fixer-upper. i feel like they should possibly renovate this basement if they want to get a good sale price. hardwood floors, update the doorknobs, maybe put the wall back. ’ ‘ the choice was death or hurting you, which wasn’t much of a choice at all. ’ ‘ that seems sentimental for a man without a soul. ’

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she nods emphatically, watching annette's penmanship with interest. she's no expert in graphology by any means, but she still finds handwriting fascinating. "gotcha. you take your time thinkin' out your answers and writing 'em down, don't feel like you've gotta rush on my behalf." phil can be an impatient woman, but not in instances like this—not when impatience is going to negatively impact the results of her investigation. "good to go? we'll start off with, well—when'd you first notice your... abilities?"

annette smooths the paper over with her hand before testing the pen, ensuring in one top corner the ink will work. she writes interview answers - annette carli across the top of the page, her school habits never really leaving her. "qu -- ques-stions are, um. ... e-e-eas-sier. kn-now wh-what t' s-say." she shrugs, blinking. she still isn't sure why, exactly, she agreed to this. but she's already agreed, so it's too late.

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@goofily said: “he’s right, of course, i am going to do that. but still.”

MK FASCINATES PHIL. she's talked to abductees before, of course—you can't make videos on ufos and not—but she hasn't really gotten to know many. they're often private people, afraid of being seen as crazy by their friends and family. and phil gets it, she does. but she knows mk isn't crazy, for sure. in fact, she thinks they're something of a kindred spirit. case in point: this conversation.

"yeah," she agrees, fiddling with a loose thread at the cuff of her flannel. " 's like... who cares if he's right? was still rude of him to assume!" she glances up at the other, grinning widely. "hey, at least this way you're doing what you were gonna anyway, but now you can pretend like you're doin' it outta spite!"

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SHIT MY FRIENDS HAVE SAID PART 5

feel free to change pronouns, etc.

“i’m serving only the coldest, stalest opinions in this chilis tonight.” “this man is girlbossing WAY too close to the sun right now, which is bad, because he’s a vampire.” “he looks like if they peeled the grinch.” “i wish desolation row gerard way had me by the throat for real” “absolutely insane in shows and movies when people don’t have their window screens down. you’re just raw dogging life like that?” “it’s not sadistic if your players can take it.” “i’m doing this all in the service of the christian god, so it’s fine.” “wine-horny is what the fuck or die trope is about.” “it’s hot gay serial killer vampire summer” “[in a yoda voice] MMM. CUNT, THEY ARE SERVING.” “boytoy, enable kill mode.” “your father eats tomatoes like a beast of a man.” “you fool. my muppet-like behavior has blinded you to my competency.” “you people need to calm down.” “you know it’s a good joke when i start whimpering like a hurt dog.” “i’m insulted to my core. are you questioning my patriotism? my dedication to this country? my belief that the american dream is witnessing two f-150’s making passionate love on 690? i’ll have your badge and your head, [NAME].” “your influence is both vast and perplexing.” “putting your blood through a brita filter is discount dialysis.” “people is like sauce: more is better.” “hell would be more fun than this, i think.” “hard to believe the same studio made two games where you get to run around, steal vehicles, and be an asshole, if you want.” “pda stands for people doing atheism.” “first of all, through the power of keanu reeves all things are possible, so jot that down.” “i don’t feel like his name should be david. i feel like it should be… giancarlo.” “you aren’t laughing or loving this, and soon you won’t be living either!” “did i ever tell you about the dream i had where baljeet from phineas and ferb got lightning powers and fought in the clone wars.” “everyone is bullying so much about cooking meat that i simply must become vegan.” “i’m gonna deep clean you out of my life.” “the only difference between a twink and a frat boy is a limp wrist.” “he’s right, of course, i am going to do that. but still.” “what is a roommate if not blorbo from your house?” “i just realized that i’m going to medieval times for the first time on the destiel putin election anniversary. none of those words are in the king james bible. how am i going to cope.” “body dysmorphia? yes, but you can hang dong like nobody’s business.” “he can’t do anything wrong, he’s too cute.” “so many people eat an orange normally. isn’t it better, really, to do it like a weirdo?” “i’m probably in the top 98th percentile of pez dispenser information knowers by the way. most don’t know that about me.” “there is always further to fall from god’s grace.” “jesus is rizzin’?? amogus???” “you think i could gauge the emotions or feeling of any human beings in high school?” “sorry, the coffee never actually kicked in so i’m stupid now.” “the bar for men is so low. just be fun, slay, and be a little fruity!” “i feel like JC probably has some hilarious lines in the quran.” “side note: does anyone else initially read FMA as ‘fuck my alchemist.’” “astigmatism is when you have an eye issue and stigmata is when you have the wounds of christ, right? because i was at the eye doctor and he said ‘looks like we need to correct a stigmata in your eye’ and i was like come again?” “surely the micro plastics and lead cancel each other out, you’ll be fine.” “schrodinger’s sports call: the call exists in a quantum state of correct and bullshit until i figure out how it affects my guys.” “oh, tom waits makes some good songs. he just sounds like a gravel beach got a wish to become a real boy.”

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THIS IS PHIL MCCORKLE——SIGNING OFF.

independent, selective, private fandomless paranormal investigator oc. follows back from contrariian. est 4/22. loved by puck. ©

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it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship—either way, we’re not alone.independent, selective, and private fandomless paranormal investigator & conspiracy theorist oc. remade 5/23, loved by puck (she/they). psd. memes never expire on this blog. PERSONALS DNI.

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