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moved back to @corsey

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Rob James-Collier | The Ritual

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if i add tolkein characters onto this blog, mind your business

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“ I tried but failed. ” éowyn for faramir let’s make tolkien mad

"That is a feeling foul to keep." He turns, grave, but never cold. "Let it run like water from a wound."

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They both squint. He drags his plate back. Stabs the steak without cutting and chews a bite out of it.

She squints. "Liar."

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"No."

She turns around and reaches down. The tips of her fingers bump accidentally against something metallic duct taped to the underside of the counter, the bathroom key on a hook and then the sugar packets. She puts one on his saucer.

"it's—yeah," okay, he's not getting into it, he doesn't even care, he's only here for a pit stop, "the bathroom, now, please?"

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'annie is pretty young. we try not to sexualise her' but 'os.car isaac priest. we try not to aestheticise him'

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where have you been? — daniel cain

"Harvesting human organs...for sale on the black market." After fussing past the crowd, he squeezes Cain's arm and gives him a fake-thoughtful look. "Do you drink?"

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Nodding, high pitched. "Yes."

Beat. "Are you serious?"

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Her head moves as if from a prickle running down her back. "It's Turkish." She lies, unscrewing the lid of instant coffee.

he picks at remains of glue from a sticker scraped from the counter. he scratches at his clothes, his ironed white shirt.

"you don't have—" a coffee machine? not that he even really wanted it. "nevermind."

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4-Word Sentence Prompts

An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

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POSSESSOR

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"Sir, I." She stands there. Considers keeping standing there. Then she sits.

Her nametag reads Rhonda and she is no such woman. She knows it. Dick knows it. "I have not been at all entirely honest with you. However,"

There is no real way to end the sentence.

"It's one word, darling," he says, trying to focus on his amusement and not his ire. "It's a — never you mind. Come, now, have a seat."

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He got these at 'sex?'

<<At what?>>

he lifts his foot. the heel.

<< i got these at saks. >>

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"You can't get sick on the carnivore diet."

"You cough, at night."

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Whilst the kettle boils, she faces the wall and he faces elsewhere.

They slip into this clinical indifference of one another so quickly, comfortably, harmoniously that it becomes almost as obtrusive as small talk.

he ignores her. he points to a table. "i'll sit there."

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Biiiiiiiiiig grooooooan as she pushes away from leaning her stomach against the cold counter. "Do you have back drugs?"

he looks at the counter for something to grab and buy quickly. he thought he felt a wire graze the small of his back.

"coffee, then."