— sentence starters : the umbrella academy, episode 01.02, run boy run.
i have a question.
knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules.
i want to time travel.
one is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.
fear isn’t the issue.
i forbid you to talk about this anymore.
not ready, my ass.
i survived on scraps. canned food, cockroaches, anything i could find.
you know that rumor that twinkies have an endless shelf life? well, it’s total bullshit.
you do whatever it takes to survive, or you die.
you got anything stronger?
you think i’m crazy.
exactly what don’t you understand?
gee, wish i’d thought of that.
you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?
this was a mistake. you’re too young, too naive to understand.
i haven’t seen you in a long time, and i don’t want to lose you again. that’s all.
we’ll talk in the morning again. okay? i promise.
dammit. i’m sick of this cost-cutting bullshit.
no point keeping it bottled up, or it’ll just give you heartburn, and i gotta listen to you complain about that, too.
they can shove their protocol up their asses.
you get what you pay for.
i think these idiots all shot each other.
i’ll take it if you’ll give it.
i’m sorry, not to be rude, ‘cause you seem super sweet, but do i have to go through all this again?
what, are we gonna keep things professional?
you used to like that.
you show up and act like you can be a part of this, and you can’t, not anymore.
i’m good at this. you know i can help you.
i’ve had the same routine for the last four years. now that i’m back down here, i’m not quite sure what to do with myself.
i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much.
when you left, it seemed like all you wanted to do was forget this place ever existed, so…
i think there’s a reason why you never left.
you know you talk in your sleep?
shut your piehole.
just a lot of memories coming up. all those good times. well, not so much good times as really awful, terrible, depressing times.
no! you listen to me, asshole.
i’ve come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn’t even comprehend, so just give me the information i need and i’ll be on my merry way.
what you do out there is a fantasy.
guess what? recess is over. it’s grown-up time.
oh, thank god. i was worried sick about you.
i- i guess i didn’t know how to process what you were saying. and i still can’t, to be honest.
maybe it wasn’t real after all. it felt real.
look, i used to see someone. a therapist. i could give you her information.
what? this is my nicest outfit.
what’s our cover story?
what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.
this isn’t twenty questions, old man.
you know what? you’re probably better off here.
you know, if i wanted advice, no offense, it wouldn’t be from you.
so you know what it’s like to love someone like this? like when you’re apart from her, you can’t breathe? like you would - you would die, and i mean actually die, to know she’s okay and happy.
you separate yourself from everyone and everything. you always have.
you’re an adult now. you don’t get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.
in about sixty seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lotta blood, and they’re gonna wonder ‘what the hell happened?’ and we’re gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us.
you’re gonna do great in prison. trust me, i’ve been there.
yeah, can i get that twenty bucks like, now, or what?
god, the longest i’ve been with someone was… i don’t know, three weeks. and that’s only because i was so tired of looking for a place to sleep.
easier to learn music when you’re young. you know, like a second language.
i could smell it was you.
you could have killed me.
if i wanted you dead, you’d be dead.
i shouldn’t have to prove my innocence to you or anyone else in this family.
you can relax. i have never been a prodigy at anything.
monet didn’t really start painting until his forties. he did alright for himself.
family. it’s never easy, right?
this is always where you used to come when you were upset.
i said some pretty unkind things to her.
i hoped it might cheer you up.
oh my god, look how little we were.
things have been disappearing lately. these are too important to lose.
there’s nothing you can do. there’s nothing any of you can do.
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ALSO UHHH I KNOW NOT ALL OF YOU ARE FAMILIAR W DOLL / THEIR LORE N BACKSTORY SO HERE’S A QUICK FEW THINGS ABT DOLL ( n my portrayal of them )
doll is a genderfluid 17 - 18 year old
doll’s left eye is scarred , having been burned as a child and then kicked into the streets
they are part of the noah’s ark circus , a circus with their first tier found family
doll is a tightrope walker for the circus
doll is the youngest member of the noah’s ark’s first tier
doll more commonly goes by “freckles”, since their identity as doll is separated from their identity as freckles
…..this is bc the first tier of the circus was saved by a baron , who forces the circus to kidnap children
doll absolutely hates the “missions” for the baron and has a very difficult time forcing themself to kidnap and / or kill on missions
they suffer from PTSD due to the abuse they endured as a child, and how the baron has treated them for a majority of their life
doll loves potatoes
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