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me if assadmand gave me a chance

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tv GLOW ... pink OPAQUE ....

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the national, sleep well beast | lyric starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warning for mentions of drugs, alcohol, and death.

meet me in the stairwell in a second.

nobody else will be there.

can you remind me the building you live in?

goodbyes always take us half an hour.

i don’t need you, i don’t need you.

besides, i barely ever see you anymore and when i do it feels you’re only halfway there.

the day i die, where will we be?

i’d rather walk all the way home right now than to spend one more second in this place.

let’s just get high enough to see our problems.

i’m always thinking about useless things.

i’m mixing weed with wine.

i can’t stay here and i can’t come back.

maybe i listen more than you think.

why are you hiding from me?

we’re in a different kind of thing now.

i thought that this would all work out after a while.

i thought you and i might be okay.

i’d like to spin a while around the copperwood tree.

there’s something about her eyes.

dim the lights a little lower.

this must be the genius we’ve been waiting years for.

i’ve been trying to see where we’re going, but you’re so hard to follow.

i don’t think we’re getting anywhere any time soon.

you just keep saying so many things that i wish you won’t.

i’ve been talking about you to myself cause there’s nobody else.

and i want what i want, and i want everything.

they all have something against me.

i keep re-reading the same lines always up at 5am every morning.

i have no positions, no point of view or vision.

i’m just trying to stay in touch with anything i’m still in touch with.

i swear you got a little bit taller since i saw you. 

it wasn’t so bad, i wasn’t that sick.

i wanted to ask if you could stay.

i’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while.

go back to sleep, let me drive, let me think, let me figure it out.

i’ll tell you about it some time.

i came back to see if you were here, but everything was different.

i’ll still destroy you some day.

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how long have you known? and you never told me? for missy,

hand on their hip, they let out an indignant little puff. truth be told (and with them, it hardly ever is) the doctor’s willful ignorance is far more entertaining to them at this point than it is bothersome. and oh, how it had been bothersome in the much earlier days. how many faces away was that? never do you mind. mind the script they’re playing out now.

this is one of the better scenes, where the doctor’s shock is still fresh. the energy is still electric. that moment of discovery, of revelation, still hangs in the air between them – they both did always love to learn. an admittedly precious moment, before it all comes crashing down into the doctor’s usual soliloquy of anger (or pleading, or agonized betrayal, or whatever it is the current face will tell themselves better suits them). they would’ve thought the doctor too, would find it all more amusing than anything else by now.

“see? this is why i don’t tell you things” they pout. exaggerated and fun. “you can be such a schoolgirl when it comes to gossip. thinking it’s all about you, all the time” they poke him in the chest at every ‘you’, for good measure. “i didn’t tell you because you didn’t need to know, and a girl needs to keep some things to herself. now you know – and not a moment too early. maybe one or two too late, but never mind that.”

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PROMPTS FOR CONFRONTATIONS & ARGUMENTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

how long have you known? and you never told me?

i'm not going to take this anymore.

tell me the truth or i swear to god...

you owe me!

you're not listening!

i saved your life, and this is how you thank me?

when were you going to tell me the truth?

you made me look like a fool out there!

i don't have to put up with this.

good fucking riddance.

you'll never see me again.

do you hear yourself?

i was your only friend.

i never loved you.

get out and stay out.

that was incredibly rude of you.

are you fucking serious?

you're lying!

i'm not dealing with this today.

you think you're so perfect.

is this what you want?

keep lying to yourself.

don't let the door hit you on the way out.

i never should have trusted you.

this is all your fault! don't put this on me!

you see what happens when you don't listen to me?

you're unbelievable.

cut it out!

you're doing this to annoy me.

that's nice. real mature of you.

they're dead because of you!

get the hell away from me.

i'm leaving in the morning.

you think you're so great.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i said i would help you!

what part of that do you not understand?

you're so stupid.

i wasn't finished speaking.

are you going to interrupt me again?

i can't believe i wasted my life on you.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i never should have believed you.

you led me on for nothing.

this is the thanks i get?

every time i try to help, you just push me away!

then fine! i'm leaving!

is that what you want? is that what you really want?

we could have made this work if you actually tried!

you don't care about me. you don't care about anything but yourself.

i never want to see you again.

i swear to god, if you take one more step...

burn in hell.

you broke my heart.

we're supposed to be a team!

what are you trying to prove?

i didn't mean for this to happen!

you're not capable of handling this alone! you need to rely on other people!

look around! this is all your fault!

if you would just get your head out of your ass...

i wasn't finished.

knock it off!

you sicken me.

sorry to disappoint.

you're a fucking nightmare to work with.

i'm tired of your bullshit.

you treat me like shit.

you could have stopped this!

you can't just run off like that!

i thought i told you to stay here!

i was wrong about you.

and here i thought i could trust you.

they warned me you were hard to work with.

would you just leave me alone?

we're not doing this here.

just shut up!

you thought wrong.

you're making a huge mistake.

get off me!

i'm sick and tired of this.

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you never learned how to accept help. that's your problem. (david talbot)

i felt a surge of hatred rise within me. with that hatred, i look at him. i look into his quiet eyes. wise, undecipherable. unafraid to look back at me, to see through me. and i saw me through his own eyes, as well. what i saw was a cathedral. magnificent, yes. tall, stained glasses that turn light into ever-changing tinctures. lit candles, the scent of melted wax merging with incense. a place of worship, its history and mysticism drawn on eroding pictures hanging from the walls. even the yellow of the gilded altars much like the yellow of my own hair.

and i know i feel this hatred because he is not a fanatic. he is not easily -if at all – entranced by the spectacle. he is not fooled by the promise of the ethereal, the divine. an empty promise, redolent air. and i know it is because he often tells me so! when he says to me lestat, you are what you are. you do what you do and you ask for my opinion both of us knowing you will continue to ignore it and do as you please. when he says these things i know he sees no reason for worship.

an atheist, david can appreciate the beauty of the stroke with utter indifference for the saint. and i laugh yes yes but still tell me it, david! tell me what you think, tell me what i must do. when he sees me so plainly, so evidently, i feel as if it is i who is looking into an otherworldly being. a being of infinite patience and wisdom towards myself. tell me it david, tell me because what you say to me no one else cares to do. when you speak to me david it is not in prayer, but in true debate.

“be careful with what you are saying,” all anger have already faded from my voice before i even start talking. instead  i tease him “i might interpret it as an offer. you know how i enjoy creating trouble for myself. i may create twice as much of it just to have you come to my rescue.”

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lestat is literally just like if miette were a fourth dimensional character that ate blood

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Jacob Anderson: Sam is a vampire. He floats around. Like, the way he moves is so Lestat. He has a different walk day to day than he did when I first met him.

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i worry about you. it's debilitating.. lestat

the city still disorients me. what is this all for, i cannot help thinking, what is the purpose of this sharpness, this added lucidity? not to strengthen me, certainly. not as i am now. not when every light, every sound tears at me and leaves me no less defenceless than a drunken mortal stumbling through the stupors of a distorted world. i admit they are no longer as invasive as i found it at the very beginning – but still, the thoughts, scents, and scintillations, dart at me. their patterns are now occasionally predictable, avoidable if i am focused on nothing more.

i engross myself on the stones of the familiar rue provence, let my steps guide themselves through sheer instinct and familiarity. as the rhythm begins to soothe me, the brief solace is shattered by the jab i’ve come to recognise as his presence. it is as alluring as it is alarming, my every nerve struck and rattled. laisse moi! i whisper into nothing. i stand still, a cornered animal, not daring to look for him. at him.

wordlessly he reproaches me,it is almost dawn, he insists. laisse moi! laisse moi! i keep thinking, wanting to silence us both. why are you here? laisse moi! laisse moi!  i keep thinking. he thinks me a petulant child already, why prove him wrong? i do not know, i could tell him, and it would be the truth. i do not know why i keep wandering back to this street, where my face is so familiar to the urchins and the almost destitutes we might once have boarded with. i do not know why i am still in paris. i do not know why i am at all.

je m'inquiète pour toi, he pleads again. ça m'affaiblit. it is the tenderness, the quiet of his words that i find most frightening about him. t'inquiètes tu pour moi ou à propos de moi, hein? i think directly at him, my mouth already shapen into an animalistic snarl. quoi qu'il en soit, cela n'a aucune importance. moi je ne suis pas ton affaire et toi, tu n’est pas le mien. laisse moi, l’enfer!

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aurora by david koepp sentence starters

we've talked about this.

what is this? you playing a game?

excuse me, who the hell are you and what exactly are we doing here?

i don't even know where to start.

i didn't think you were coming home.

nice parenting.

you are exhausting, and i don't like you.

well, that hurts my feelings, because i like you.

i wouldn't want to speculate.

you see what happens when you let your guard down?

would you please just drive the fucking car?

they're just deeply fucked-up human beings.

i hate this shit. you know that.

it is at the top of my list, i promise you.

we are going somewhere safe.

i don't know, i just thought you were single, that's all.

it wouldn't have changed anything.

that's a shitty thing to say.

i hope you're right about all this.

please don't ever come in this house when i'm not here again.

you left the goddamn door open. i was worried.

i was just thinking about you.

i'm sure yours is much nicer.

this is serious. this is happening.

it's my home. it was yours, too.

no one else in my life is as hostile to me as you are.

it's you and me, remember?

sorry i snapped at you.

everybody has to contribute.

i'm sorry i got you into this.

now the world is going to fall apart.

we're all we've got.

i can't make it by tomorrow. but i'll be there as soon as i can.

what the fuck is going on out there?

get your ass out of bed. i gotta show you something.

why didn't you go to college?

i forgot i don't actually like you that much.

they don't want anything in return. they just want to help.

what are we supposed to do, die?

do you know anything about gardening?

i think we're fucked.

sorry, did you want to come in?

i'm sorry, i'm not a natural liar.

it's always shitty there, but now it's worse.

please don't ever do that to me again.

i worry about you. it's debilitating.

you want to save me. i don't need saving.

you guys have a fucked up relationship.

who the fuck are you supposed to be?

you never learned how to accept help. that's your problem.

shit's gonna get worse before it gets better.

and that was it. we killed them.

you've got to talk to people.

what else do we have except hope, and the capacity to wait?

once again, you are the most romantic person i've ever met.

you want some company tonight?

you looked hungry.

i believe i'm on what's called a voyage of self-discovery.

what the fuck? you look great.

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then, surely, there are different degrees of variation with goodness. the goodness of the child, which is innocence. the goodness of the saints and the midwives .. and how is this evil achieved ? how does one fall from grace ? your argument assumes god exists. read carrd before interaction.

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who wants her (lestat) ?

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The way I have wanted to scream about this since May 1st.

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i don't want to write lestat but the parasites in me want to write lestat

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i miss being creative and thus want to be more active on this blog again! i don't know how many of my followers are active and i might do a little muse cleanup just to set up again but hi