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[wearing a fake leather jacket, eating ritz crackers out of the box, reclining in a casual position somewhere i shouldnt logically be able to access] im emotionally vulnerable as shit dude ill cry on any of you

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if we couldn’t carry our dead inside us, we would be empty.

here’s the thing they don’t tell you when you’re filing a police report about the thing that tore two of your best friends to absolute fuckin’ shreds in front of your eyes   :   their ghosts stay with you.   not in a literal way   —   nah   ,   aubrey little may’ve been able to magic up the ghost of the late deputy dewey   ,   but hollis’ hornets are still dead n’ buried   ,   &   hollis can’t do a damn thing to bring them back.   so they’re not empty   ,   ‘cuz sawyer and wash are dead and they’re fuckin’ boiling over with anger about that   —   anger   &   the need to do something about it   ,   bone deep   ,   like they’ll die if they don’t.   (   they’ve turned the hornets into an amateur monster - hunting outfit overnight.   like hell is anyone else gonna die on hollis’ watch.   )  

so.   they’re not empty.   they’re not really sure if this counts as full either   —   it’s more like they’re trying   &   trying to fill up the hole this catastrophe has left in them   &   can’t succeed.   (   this whole revenge quest probably isn’t helping that   ,   but it gives them an output for all this feeling   ,   and   —   more importantly   —   keeps the other hornets from freaking out too bad about it all.   they were there too   ,   that night.   hollis can’t have their crew collapsing over this   ,   can’t lose the rest of them too.   )   this rage is better than emptiness   ,   but when will it stop?   when the gate is destroyed.   when there’s no chance of this happening again.   when the hornets save the world.

hollis shrugs   ,   all barely - concealed - fire.      ‘   carrying ‘em doesn’t bring them back   ,   you know.   gotta do more than that.   ’

   *   a softer world .   accepting .

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griffin didn’t give the 2 dead hornets names so i pulled some from the thezonecast twitter hashtag like he does dfgkjgnfd

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—  sentence starters :  a softer world,  ii.    content warnings for suicidal thoughts & death & violence.

life is not always better than the alternative, but saying so is mental illness?

sometimes i want to ruin my whole life so i can start over without feeling guilty.

i would never hurt another human being for free.

can’t stop, won’t stop, not sure how to stop!

i’m not afraid of commitment. i’m afraid of being committed to you when the right thing comes along.

i promise you right now, i will never lie to you. it will be terrible.

be careful what you wish for, stupid.

you and i were meant to be together, even if we weren’t meant to be happy.

that’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise.

the animals living in the walls of my house have way more sex than i do.

i know i can’t make you love me. but i wish i could make you shut up about not loving me.

i love those quiet moments in the dark where you can stop pretending.

i’m in love with the you i wish you were.

we’ll always have yesterday.

tomorrow isn’t coming.

you and me, baby! we are the future, and the future is bleak.

just smile. just keep smiling a bit longer.

i don’t want a world without pain or loss. i just want them to mean something.

i wish there was a word that meant ‘goodbye’ for someone who was already gone.

nothing can change the way i feel about you. i wish it could.

i can’t remember our first kiss. was this really all it was?

when the world ends the seas will boil, the skies will turn to ash in the lungs of everyone who isn’t safe in your arms.

you have ruined me for romantic comedies.

i do not believe in love at first sight. but god damn. look at you.

of course you can live your whole life without ever being you. but why?

if our love lasts forever it’s gonna get real awkward when one of us dies.

i hope my plane crashes, my train de-rails, or i’m shot in a drive-by. i hope something changes.

the hospital sounds… restful. i could use a rest.

there’s two ways we can do this. the easy way, or i cut you. the easy way is also i cut you.

i shot a man in reno just to watch you smile!

i am going to break your arm so that the bone juts out and then i will stab you to death with your own insides. i will win this chess game, is what i am saying.

i don’t know how to make things right. so i’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong.

when life gives you lemons, take the lemons and be thankful you got anything, and then go home to your empty apartment.

if we couldn’t carry our dead inside us, we would be empty.

sure, confiscate my grappling hook. arrest me if you have to. at least i know i tried.

fuck politics. i just want to burn shit down.

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—  sentence starters  :  the umbrella academy,  episode 01.05,   number five.

do you remember that, uh, little mansion just outside the city limits?

yeah, well, it turns out the wine cellar was untouched.

that’s an exaggeration. i don’t drink too much.

why would you even say that?

when’s it supposed to happen?

it wouldn’t have mattered.

i found all of you. your bodies.

i can do this as long as it takes you to calm down.

they just killed my friend.

now they’re my fair game. and i’m gonna see to it they pay.

they’ve killed people far more dangerous than you.

what’s this really about? and don’t give me any of this ‘it’s none of your business’ crap, alright?

well, it’s a long story.

tell me why i shouldn’t put a bullet through your head right now!

free will, don’t get me started.

not the end of everything. just the end of… something.

none of them were as good as me.

i mean, you had a code, right? you didn’t kill just anybody.

but that’s murder.

jesus, ___, grow up. we’re not kids anymore.

there’s no such thing as good guys or bad guys. there’s just people, going about their lives.

no shit. any other brilliant insights you wanna throw at me?

are you serious? we barely got out alive last time.

hey, nice scarf. are you wearing makeup?

i ran out of my meds yesterday. i usually keep my refill in my butter container, but all i seem to have is butter, so…

i brought you a surprise. bomboloni, from petrola’s bakery. just like when we were kids.

flowers yesterday, brunch this morning. you’re really jumping in with both feet.

it’s just, after yesterday… i have a bad feeling.

i haven’t seen you in 12 years and all of a sudden you’re giving me dating advice?

i’m still your sister, and i am concerned about you.

i’ve been around long enough to know that when something seems too perfect, it’s usually anything but.

some people actually mean what they say.

honestly, i feel the best i have felt in a long time.

speaking of drugs, i got you a cup of coffee.

she just doesn’t think i’m capable of making my own decisions.

you did just put salt in your coffee.

i’m telling you, if you believe in yourself for once, just once, great things are gonna happen for you.

you know, i can recognize the symptoms.

i don’t know what to do. i think i’ll just sit here and… think about it.

last time you were this quiet, we were 12, you ran down the stairs wearing mom’s heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. how long was it wired shut again?

just go away, please.

i have every right to be here, just like you. asshole.

i’d like to apologize that you are depraving some village of their idiot!

i just… i like how free birds are, just completely in the moment. when they’re hungry, they eat, when they’re tired, they nest, when they’re horny, they…

i used to enjoy my life. lately, i just… find myself going through the motions.

i’m on the road fifty-two weeks a year, no place to call home.

everybody should have a nest to fly to when they’re tired.

life is short. future doesn’t come with any guarantees. you want something in life, you gotta go for it.

everything’s a big joke to you, right? would you stop it?

check this out. hm? my body is a temple.

don’t hit me, asshole!

what’s going on with you, huh? don’t tell me everything is alright, because i saw you in there. you were crying like a baby!

because i lost someone! i lost someone. the only person i’ve ever truly loved more than myself.

time is fickle. the slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum. the butterfly effect.

the apocalypse won’t spare anyone.

i can’t let you go and kill innocent people.

i know you’re still a good person, ___.

you are unbelievable. you’re trying to dig up dirt on a guy i like. who does that?

you mean you don’t trust me.

for the first time, someone thinks i’m special.

you’re not my mother. worry about your own daughter.

you do know that killing these people is not gonna make you feel any better.

so, what exactly is the plan here, big guy?

yeah, but you also told me that licking a nine volt battery would give me pubes.

if i don’t come back in two minutes, that means i’m probably dead.

see? you used to think i was an idiot.

you know, i never enjoyed it. i mean, i was good at my work, and i took pride in it. but it never gave me pleasure.

solitude can do funny things to the mind.

it’s the being alone that breaks you.

okay, but be careful. i mean, i’ve lived a long life, but… you’re still a young man. you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. don’t waste it.

if this all goes sideways, do me a favor and tell ___ i’m sorry.

you look good, all things considered.

what’s meant to be is meant to be.

i’m not looking for happy.

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Hollis ilu bby but that rebar aint gonna do anything

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so we’re all agreed that hollis and jake were A Thing when he was a member of the hornets right

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probs gonna stick to iconless for this blog till i find a faceclaim i’m happy with tbh

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YOU   ARE   ALL   RELIEVED   OF   DUTY   .   WE’LL   TAKE   IT   FROM   HERE   .     —     &   𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩   ,   a   private   roleplay   blog   for   hollis   of   the   a.dventure   zone   :   am.nesty   ,   as   penned   by   ro   .   sideblog   to   fireslung   .

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hey i saw someone point out that the current bom-bom had to have been at the meeting they all had about whether or not to spill abt sylvain to kepler & where ned suggested going on the news to tell everyone,   bc it knew to use ned’s face for that,   and uhhh there were v few people at that meeting that coulda secretly been the bom-bom and hollis was one of ‘em so   :   i’m worried about them

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Here’s my Hollis! I love them!!!!!

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“You all are relieved of duty… we’ll take it from here.”

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we’ll take it from here.