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The apology slipping past her lips did make his head shake, heart actually sinking at the thought his remark might've sounded like it needed said apology in the first place. Obviously, he knew damn well what "one'a those days' implied and felt like, the sensation of dread filling his chest more and more lately. However, instead of blurting words out about it like she did, well, he'd rather keep it bottled up. Not like he didn't have anyone to talk to about it - hell, she was right there. But something held him back.

"Yeah, I get that." He mumbled right before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke out his nose. With a sigh, he leaned a little more against the railing, blue eyes drifting to fall on her silhouette. "Yo, uh ... are you like, doin' anythin' right now ?" One of his eyebrow raised, expecting her answer to be negative so they could both just do something with themselves instead of allowing death and shit to poison their minds.

﹙ continued. ﹚ thea / jesse﹙ @somekindofstrnge ﹚

thea  knew  that  look  like  the  back  of  her  hand.  she  felt  a  combination  of  being  invisible  and  alone  daily.  whether  she  was  working  with  her  brothers  and  father  at  the  shop  or  in  the  occasional  toxic  relationship,  that  empty  feeling  never  went  away.  a  hole  that  was  impossible  to  fill.  “shit,  m’sorry.  it’s  been  one’a  those  days,  y’know?”  the  redhead  took  another  long  drag  from  her  own  joint,  sighing.  being  buzzed  rarely  chased  the  lingering  negative  thoughts  away.  “guess  i  don’t  have  a  lot  of  people  to  talk  to  right  now.  everyone’s  always  busy  doin’  their  own  thing.” 

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𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts from the YouTube show “BuzzFeed Unsolved”, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

"I'm ghost-proof."

"Shut up, [NAME]."

"This is the worst."

"It doesn't make sense."

"Stop serial killing."

"Don't try it, demon."

"Hey there, demons. It's me, ya boi!"

"Why do you not believe that ghosts are real?"

"Are you scared right now?"

"Friends murder each other all the time."

“Hey, you demon fuck.”

"I'm gonna be so pissed off if we die."

"Teenage boys are the worst."

"Hey, look. Steal from the rich. Do it."

"Why won't the ghosts talk to us?"

"I'm starting to think you want to die."

"He does have a hell of an ass."

"I love it when serial killers have a fun little thing."

"What is it about killers that they want to get caught so bad?"

"I don't have a nervous system. I am a nervous system."

"The aliens would get tired of me. They'd kick me off."

"Please ignore my tall idiotic counterpart."

"[NAME], every room you're in is a panic room."

"Would you break me out of prison if I got, uh, if I got arrested?"

"I guess I'll go into town this weekend and murder some people."

"My demons are chasing me and they're doing the Naruto run."

"It costs $400 to see a therapist. But it’s free to just tell yourself, 'It be like that sometimes.'"

"If you slit my throat tonight I'm gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that."

"I did meet some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me."

"'That’s a guy I wanna share a cold one with,' is what Bigfoot would say. About me."

"If you're gonna kill a bunch of people, you might as well have fun with it."

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'are you bleeding?' - minnie ( @lovest0rie ) for john watson

The doctor was still out of breath as he unceremoniously fell into his chair, top hat dangerously tilting in the process. With a huff, he took it off, threw a quick glance at the thin layer of dust covering it, and put it aside, on the nearest table. Running around the streets of London wasn't originally the most pleasant experience he could've had, but add Sherlock Holmes to the mix and you get an exhausting chase. A dangerous one, even, oftentimes leading to combat. Yet, Holmes had seen right through him : the thrill of said chose felt exhilarating for the retired soldier. A hum escaped him, eyes closing for a second as he leaned into his seat.

"Mmmh ?" one eyebrow raising, his eyes fluttered open, gaze falling on the young pretty lady replacing Mrs Hudson for a few weeks. She was a commoner, probably taking the job for a bit of money and to get away from the gray, heavy atmosphere of the city. Her words seemed to take a little while to be registered, before Watson ended up reacting. Ah, yes. Blood. This was not uncommon when following his colleague's adventures. Before he even saw where the cut was, the man was replying : "A mere scratch !" Adding a soft smile, he glanced down at his shirt, spotting the spots of soot and blood. "Although, it seems I must've ruined my shirt ..."

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'we all die alone.' - thea ( @lovest0rie ) for jesse pinkman

ALONE. A word that had entered his vocabulary at a far too young age. He had known its meaning for a long, long time. Throughout his existence, he'd tried not to hold any resentment towards the fact that he, in fact, was alone - or at least, felt lonely. Don't people say 'it is what it is' when situations go beyond their control ? Yes, well, that was pretty much Jesse's everyday life. And yet, it didn't seem like he had learned his lesson just yet. He continued wearing his heart on his sleeve, continued to care for others more than he cared for his own well being (which kept deteriorating with the use of pretty much anything he could snort. That was why those words cut deeper than they should have.

"Yeah ... " the blond man sighed, soon concealing the expressions of sadness on his face with a scoff. "Why'd you get all gloomy or whatever, that's like, totally killing the vibes, yo." He'd rather not talk about that sort of stuff. Because he knew that, would he begin, he might end up trapped in an endless loop with no way out. Raising a brow, he caught the joint between his teeth, the other hand looking for the lighter stuffed inside the pocket of his baggy jeans. "Take a drag, you'll get more fun." the young dealer managed to articulate, throwing a glance in Thea's direction, dreading any trace of her will to have a serious conversation instead.

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btw this makes perfect sense

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↠ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 . ( sentence starters for the muses that would rather die on their feet than live on their knees; and intend to do so together. feel free to adjust wording / pronouns accordingly. )

❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ ❛ i'm with you. ❜ ❛ you aren't getting rid of me that easy. ❜ ❛ there's nothing here for me without you. ❜ ❛ are we good to go? ❜ ❛ we're in this 'til the end. ❜ ❛ it's you and me. ❜ ❛ do you really think i'm going to let you do this alone? ❜ ❛ you think i'll let them hurt you? ❜ ❛ i'd follow you anywhere. ❜ ❛ let's fucking go. ❜ ❛ don't ask me to go. ❜ ❛ you're stuck with me. ❜ ❛ i'm coming with you. ❜ ❛ did you think you were going anywhere without me? ❜ ❛ fuck 'em up. ❜ ❛ what do you mean? we're tight. ❜ ❛ did you tell him not to put us in a room together? ❜ ❛ don't forget to add me in that. ❜ ❛ just give me that look if you need help. ❜ ❛ and score one for team awesome. that's us. ❜ ❛ quit your worrying. get over here. ❜ ❛ i always feel better when you're with me. ❜ ❛ when was the last time we got to do this? ❜ ❛ i'll have your back. ❜ ❛ are you bleeding? ❜ ❛ i had your back out there. you don't have to worry. ❜ ❛ did you just say your leaving? no you're not. not without me. ❜ ❛ we're like field trip buddies. but if the field trip got violent. ❜ ❛ dude thinks he's hot shit. let's fuck him up. ❜ ❛ how does kicking ass and taking names sound? ❜

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muses list has been updated !! i am also back to this blog so my inbox is very much open !

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A bitter chuckle escaped her parted, sound partially muffled by the one, sharper, of the blade being carelessly discarded next to her. If you felt safe here, I'd call you an idiot. It truly bothered her to admit this, but he was right. It was stupid she even said that out loud, as if she knew what SAFETY felt like anymore. Or if she had ever experienced it, for that matter. Her first thought when thinking of that sweet, warm, unreachable concept, was Peeta. These disturbing nights where she'd wake up shouting after having been forced to relive her worst fears, again and again, in cruel nightmares, HE would be there. His arms would wrap around her middle, her head would rest against his chest and she'd listen the slow heartbeats, until she'd decide that she could try falling asleep again. It'd be okay, because he was here to chase the bad dreams away. But now ... well, she SHOULD be fine. Not happy, that would be word far too bright for the dark, current circumstances. However, her mom, Prim and her unnervingly likable cat - despite behaving like a little prick most of the times, Buttercup still offered company she could somewhat appreciate. The ones who were the most important, her family, had managed to escape District 12 on time ... yet, she felt incomplete. This deep, burning ache stuck with her, even though most of her wounds had begun to heal thanks to the most attentive healthcare. She didn't deserve it. The healthcare nor the time, when these people could get their hands onto people who needed both much more than she did. She could handle the pain most of the civilians who had brutally lost their homes couldn't. Although, it felt a little less simple without HIM.

Sometimes, she'd forget Haymitch might be actually apart of the small group of people capable of understanding what she felt. Resentment. Anger. And that longing to finally be left in PEACE. But peace wasn't an option anymore, was it ? Had it ever been ? With everything that happened once she had attempted to intervene without brute force, it now seemed clear that the Capitol only knew the language of violence, therefore violence should irremediably be what they'd settle for. And in that plan, she was to be the voice and the face of a rebellion carried by many. Why ? Because of how she'd lost her cool and showed she disagreed with the system ? Because she hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut ? Once again, the similarities between her and her mentor's behaviour hit her like a ton of bricks. Her eyes, which had been previously staring at the mud sticking to her shoes, moved up to fall on her elder's face, sat like her at the other side of the room. Just when she was getting this disturbing sensation he might get her a bit too much, he confirmed the shared situation, and she was left stunned at how he had, in a few words, described what she had been feeling like since she woke up from being pulled out of the arena a second time. The expectations on her were the same, which she hadn't really started to acknowledge, mostly due to the frustration she felt from what she still considered a BETRAYAL. Haymitch was never the one to open up much, so it'd be rude to shrug it all off without at least trying to register that he could comprehend what she was going through. He had become a mentor because this was how things were supposed to happen. He had survived only to be kept inside this endless ritual of killing. Meanwhile, she had been chosen to be the symbol of rebellion and all she wanted was to disappear.

"Yeah, I know that." Katniss mumbled at his remark about the Capitol. Would she be captured, she wouldn't last long. Snow hated her guts as well as everything she represented for the people rebelling against him. Unwillingly, she had become the number one ENEMY for the rich bastards feeding off the poor in a disgustingly vampiric lifestyle. She couldn't stand the injustice, but was she REALLY the best candidate ? "Coin was right. You should've kept Peeta instead of me. He would've understood, he would've made a likable leader, a real gentle-hearted hero." A weak smile devoid of happiness tugged at her lips ; it was more a sign of exhaustion than any trace of joy. There was no more joy left inside her. "But now, he's probably dead. We don't even have any way of knowing if he's alive. Maybe they'll send me his head as a warning." Her heart squeezed at the thought, yet her voice did not waver. If it was true, and Peeta was dead, well she couldn't let herself slip in endless sadness. It would kill her.

He was too sober for this.

A thought that had been constant since his first year as mentor, after his Tributes died. Because the Games never end, not for them. And now, one of his Tributes may well be dead. He had to continue mentoring his way through a revolution without the comfort of knowing he could retire into a corner somewhere with a bottle when things got too much. Alcohol was detrimental to one’s health, and in Thirteen everyone had to be in tip top shape.

Once he’d been deemed sober enough to interact with Katniss, they immediately sent him to find her and talk sense into her. Obviously the man she attacked would be the one to convince her to come around; he could use some nail marks on the other side of his face, to even out the scarring. He knew the real reason was more along the lines of him being the only one who knew how she worked, but that didn’t mean he could convince her to do anything. Katniss couldn’t be forced into anything. He admired and despised that quality equally.

Haymitch didn’t react outwardly to her nicking herself with the knife, or the disgusted look shot his way. The cut wasn’t too bad and he deserved the disgust. 

“If you felt safe here, I’d call you an idiot.” He sat down and mirrored her position against the wall across from her. After a moment, he decided maybe being vulnerable wouldn’t be so bad at a time like now. Over the past two years he learned approaching Katniss at her level was best.

“You know, you’re in the same position I was in when I was your age.” Except she had a family to return to and confide in. “Going back as a mentor after your Games, it’s awful. Everyone expects you to be on, to know what to do, to have a plan, to be able to function. Meanwhile you wanna do nothing more than to rip out your eyes so you don’t have to see all that shit happen again.” His voice was flat, emotions that so readily poured out with the aid of alcohol tucked away with the need to function. Not betraying the images of his first Tributes that flashed behind his eyes, vulnerable and blood-soaked and far too young. “I ain’t makin’ you do anything, Katniss. But you don’t feel safe here, and you shouldn’t feel safe here. You’ll be treated a lot nicer here than you would in the Capitol, but if you say no there’s no way you’ll be allowed to wander around like you have.”

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ORIGINAL POST HERE @hummingbrd

The words of Benvolio and Mercutio held no lies ; in their attempts to appease the burning passion within his hearts, they had spoken an undeniable truth. Of course, he could have decided to run into the arms of Rosaline, or any other fair maiden who'd lie their loving gaze onto his thin figure. The charms of the young Montague were known, even by himself while never becoming an object of boastfulness. Yet, none would carry such beauty as effortlessly as the lady who had stolen his heart. A hole dug deep within his chest, for this heart shall never be returned. It was now owned by his beloved, and to his beloved it always will belong. Such love must be frightening as it stripped him of all his defenses, but frightening it was not, when joy never ceased to overcome his entire being. From toe to head, the young man felt light, lighter than ever before. All it took was a kiss, a delicacy offered by warm, soft lips he would feel and see at night, in the deepest of dreams. With this love came the thrill, a challenge he would never refuse himself. Recklessness might have been present in his existence since he was a little boy. These habits remained, called for more, kept growing and growing once he understood that what he, what they were doing, was forbidden. It was not the reason behind his powerful feelings for her, however they must have played their part in the delicious sensation of floating off the neatly polished floor, knees weak but refusing to give up under him.

Oh, yes. He knew the price to pay for coming so close to a Capulet. Exile, worse even, DEATH. Yet, when the safest action he could have done was to pull away, Romeo slid both hands down Juliet's waist. His fingers were careful when gently squeezing her, inching her into the warmth radiating from his own body. Juliet ... such sweet, wonderful Juliet, whose beauty remained unmatched in spite of the many women his eyes had rested onto. How could such a delightful touch be seen as sin ! Sinful it could not be, but if it was, he shall trespass morality and become a proud, unrepressed sinner. His heart was beating rapidly against her palm, desperate to be felt and heard by his other half. It ached to sing her the most romantic song, a song with lyrics that would celebrate her never ending tenderness. In this moment of FORBIDDEN passion, he hoped his sentiments could make their way into her, until sinking into her bones, carving into them vows he could not whisper to her with that much proximity to the crowd.

His lips chased after hers once they decided it was time to part, falling short yet planting a last, gentle peck on her pale chin. Eyes fluttering open, Romeo allowed the widest grin to appear on his lips. Gaze stuck on her pretty face, his hands carefully holding hers, he felt so FULL, so completely happy. If life had to end, it could end now and he would die happier than he thought he would ever be. While she glanced around, he didn't stare away, too enthralled by the magnificence she displayed. Sweet, sweet Juliet ... He would protect her, reassure her until he'd release his last breath. Thumbs were caressing small circles against the back of her hands, in a motion that hopefully soothed her spirit. And when she spoke her bewitching voice, he could only smile more, sparks of joy igniting his very soul. "My beloved ... " The boy began before pausing shortly, a wave of sudden adrenaline forcing him to interrupt himself. It was a rush stronger than Mercutio's pills, a rush only pure love could bring. "I shall follow you ANYWHERE you go. My steps will follow yours, shall we walk miles and miles under a burning sun or the coldest wind. The conditions matter so little, when it is to be with YOU. "

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the tension between me and adding more characters from very obscure media to my muses list (while knowing i won't ever use them)

update : i am weak, it has been done -

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&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  short  and  angsty  dialogue  prompts.  feel  free  to  change  and  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  )  

❛ i didn’t know where else to go. ❜

❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜

❛ you can still be good. ❜

❛ i thought you’d be here. ❜

❛ don’t act like you know me. ❜

❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ i was scared. i thought you had lost your way. ❜

❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜

❛ you deserve better than me. ❜

❛ don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ i’m not who you think i am. ❜

❛ you don’t mean that. ❜

❛ please just hold me. ❜

❛ i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay. ❜

❛ and why should i care? ❜

❛ you look awful. ❜

❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜

❛ don’t let me lose you too. ❜

❛ for what it’s worth, i really am sorry. ❜

❛ it’s not your fault. ❜

❛ i don’t know who i am anymore. ❜

❛ is this the part where you kick me out? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜

❛ you know me better than i know myself. ❜

❛ don’t go where i can’t follow. ❜

❛ you’re better off without me. ❜

❛ we all die alone. ❜

❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜

❛ i hate what i’ve become. ❜

❛ i’m not going anywhere. ❜

❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜

❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore. ❜

❛ who did this to you? ❜

❛ please don’t leave me. ❜

❛ oh, now you care? ❜

❛ don’t come any closer! ❜

❛ i missed you so much. ❜

❛ you don’t have to say anything. ❜

❛ do you want me to leave? ❜

❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜

❛ you could have died, you know. ❜

❛ i wish you were here. ❜

❛ you’re not alone. i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ i can be your family. ❜

❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜

❛ we just can’t seem to get it right, huh? ❜

❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜

❛ don’t push me away again. ❜

❛ this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ❜

❛ you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ this was a mistake. ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

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ROMEO + JULIET (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

for saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. good pilgrim, you don’t give your hand enough credit. by holding my hand you show polite devotion.

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ORIGINAL POST HERE @predatorymaniac

Honestly ? Fuck Nate Jacobs. Fuck him and his cocky smiles and his smug attitude. It wasn't like she had some personal VENDETTA against him, far from that. But he was a despicable human being, one who had made too many girls cry without ever showing an ounce of remorse. It could make her go so insane to see Maddy or Cassie destroy themselves and each other for some dude who absolutely was not WORTH IT. Truly, she'd try to get what was the appeal of Nate fucking Jacobs, but she couldn't find anything that didn't repulse her. And with what he had done to Jules, the sight of his face alone was enough to send her right into a burning burst of rage. Yet, without actually meaning to, Rue had started to attempt a process of understanding him. Why he was the way that he was. Why he was such an ass. NO, she felt no empathy for him ; perhaps a bit of pity. Just looking at him and thinking : oh, so that's what you chose to be. And like, yeah, sure, whatever, she was THE LAST person who could actually judge anyone's shitty behaviour because she was one of the WORST. However, she wasn't like him. While there were some weird resemblances, she would NEVER be like him.

One of her eyebrows raised. Oh boy, if he thought she thought she was a saint, well, he couldn't have been more wrong. Perhaps it was kinda cliché for a teenager in crisis to say this, but she hated herself. She hated what she was becoming, what she had been since that summer forced into rehab. She had lied, to her friends but also to her family. She had gotten high way too young to actually comprehend what "high" meant or what drugs entailed. She had used people, her friends actually. She had taken so many different stuff, most of the time without even knowing what the hell it was she was taking. If she was a saint, then the world really was going to shit. "Yeah, that's what I've been talking about ... " She replied while pointing a finger towards him like pointing the words he just said as if they were written. Said finger then wrapped back around the glass bottle she was holding with the rest of them. Maintaining the eyecontact, she took a swig, definitely not afraid of confrontation. Although, she knew it was not exactly the best idea. But whatever. She was drunk enough to dare and not too high to get this through without losing tracks of what she wanted to say.

"You keep lying to yourself. And you keep behaving like a little shit without even questioning why the fuck you're such an asshole. " Her head tilted to the side after she swiped the drop that was rolling down her chin. "Or maybe you really have no problem like you're claiming but if you're right, then you won't have anything to excuse your shitty behaviour."

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This situation would've been so much easier to handle had Nate been a brainless jock, like there actually existed a damn lot in this town. Maybe then a few words would've been enough to keep himself out of nasty businesses. But no, Nate Jacobs was actually INTELLIGENT, and that might be what was so frustratingly scary about him. In all honesty, Fezco wasn't afraid of him grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and return every blow landed on New Year's Eve ; his own ass had been beaten so many times before that another one wouldn't make much a difference, really. It was his mind, the guy's twisted mind that definitely ought to be watched out for. No one knew when he'd snap, and the slow, almost gentle tone he had taken, with that careless attitude, only accentuated Fez's wariness.

Now, there were two ways to deal with this : play dumb or actually show he knew what all of this was about. That second option could show he was in somewhat in control, despite how intimidated he did feel inside. No fucking way he'd let that guy get what he wanted, but admitting to himself that he suddenly felt uneasy tasted like a slight defeat. Not that he doubted about the fact he could defend himself, but Nate seemed to know TOO MUCH, and in that moment, he could feel that they could just easily ruin each other until only crumbs remained of them both. Taking a breath, Fez slightly straightened up, his chest puffing up just a little bit as if to show he did not fear. If the other could sense that this was definitely not a situation he felt totally in control of, then he would rapidly lose. And if he did, well, his friends would be in deep shit. "I don't think you should be talkin' 'bout Jules." He mumbled, one of his hands closing into a fist behind the cash register. It wasn't getting ready to fight ; actually it was very much unlikely a physical battle would take place here. However, that guy could provoke such resentment to overwhelm him. Shaking his head, he glanced over his shoulder to the back of the shop, checking if Ash was still in there and would STAY away from what was going on here. "Look, playboy ... " His head turned and he looked directly towards him again. "I don't wanna ruin you. It ain't in my plans, I'm not some kind of dude who wanna destroy someone's life, y'know ? But, man, if you got beef with my pals, you got beef with me. That's it. That's how it works, y'know what I mean ?"

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he couldn't believe he lost it and that it ended up being in the wrong hands and the truth is Nate figured this would happen that someone would find it and want to ruin him with this but of information he gave to Jules and that he felt she would KEEP for him and handle the rest on her own but she didn't and now he was PISSED and he wanted it back no matter what happened next to him he didn't have any fear .why should he ?

the truth is this was dangerous and he should just leave and deal with whatever happens to him next. Fuck no he's not scared of the dealer and he wants that known in the confidence he is showing by leaning his tall form onto the wall ready to just face him once and for all..god he was stupid in doing this but he didn't care at all."

"I know you have it and I want it back .this is very important to me and I know Jules gave it to you. Just give it to me and no one gets hurt .this is your chance to ruin me . That's what you want after all " his voice was flat and void of emotion as he looked at the dealer knowing that he would do anything for the group and to protect them from him and he just hoped the other would give him what he wanted once and for all.

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Fezco wouldn't even try to feed himself some enticing lies : he was far from being the brightest. Having dropped out of school, he'd missed on A LOT of stuff, and not only what classes would teach. Looking back, there might be a part of him that regretted his choices of life. Those regrets would often come with true discomfort, along with the disagreeable sensation this was what it'd feel like to betray the ones he loved, the one who have been RELYING on him for a long, long time. A bitter, awful taste in his mouth. His life was done for. It couldn't change, except perhaps when the age of retirement would come ; he'd get his ass the hell out of this town, then. Get a nice little farm in the middle of nowhere, a place where he wouldn't have to steal and lie and risk his life every breath he'd take. Being a dealer could be done safely, but shit, he had been getting himself stuck into some pretty messed-up stuff. So, if he had to be real with his own expectations, they weren't that HIGH. They were actually pretty low, and that truly sucked because, he never wanted any of this. Some might say he had been doomed from the start, given the unstable familial situation - his father being a piece of crap pulled deep into shady businesses - but hell, he was a firm believer that anyone could change the course of their fate. Only, it felt too late for him to do that, mostly too COMPLICATED. There were huge responsibilities on his shoulders. A lot of guilt too when, in his darkest moments of doubt, he'd be picturing a life without his grandmother, and actually think it'd be EASIER. There'd be more money left to pay for Ash's education ; the little guy deserved to get his head filled with great ideas and philosophies that'd accompany him throughout his entire life, so that he wouldn't end up like his big brother. But it wasn't that easy. And few people actually got that.

While he truly believed that Lexi was a person who'd understand that unstable situation, he had barely mentioned his past or how difficult it was to keep three heads afloat. She also wasn't standing in a perfect family portrait, so he really wouldn't like to sound like a whining kid when life could always get worse. Plus, what good could complaining do ? SHE would never complain, or at least, he never heard her do so. Yes, she was open about what she was going through, and it was surprising how quickly she had started to talk to him about her rocky relationship with Cassie or their mother, or even how she had grown apart from Rue. It wasn't easy, but Lexi was STRONG. She was fucking FEARLESS, talking with so much conviction, so much passion about what she believed in and what she stood for. It could sound like a lie, but she could talk and talk and talk, and Fezco would listen to her for hours. Her voice was calming, her presence soothing. More than once, he'd been overwhelmed with the sudden urge of taking her hand and squeezing it with all the tenderness in his body. He never did. He was scared she might vanish the second he'd reach out, as if she was nothing but a product of his imagination. A DREAM.

Chuckling, the young man relished in that simple, soft moment he'd share with her. Mostly, his ears drank the sound of her laughter, as well as the compliments she gratuitously threw his way. While firmly believing that he did not deserve half of what she said, he knew better than to argue with her. "Hell, 'm not gonna argue with you, you'd destroy me in less than a minute." He replied in the same tone, a giddy smile playing on his lips. God, he wished he could tell her what hearing all of this did to him. How it made him want to cry, to hold her, to sway her around, to never LET GO ... Still bashfully looking away, he shook his head, feeling warmth creeping up his cheeks. "Y'know, you're not just book-smart. There's much more than that to you, Lexi. You're like, so cool, y'know what I mean ? Like ... hell yeah, you don't believe in God, you put up with some bullshit people get, that's not something you get in books. Hell, what's existential intelligence all about, anyway ?"

Hearing Fezco's chuckle slipping off his lips with SUCH EASY brought one out of Lexi. If she stopped to realise it, which wasn't hard, she would see how often she would smile whenever she happened to be somewhere close to him. It both amused but amazed her how effortlessly happy he would make her, ESPECIALLY if she considered she wasn't one to open up to many people. Lexi would often lie but only when it was to herself; she said that she preferred to keep it in, when in reality she wasn't even AWARE she had some internal world of her own. But she did get FULLY AWARE of it, when Fezco would stay around to listen. When he did appreciate what she said, that was quite as warm as it would be if he was just pulling her into an EMBRACE. It was hard to grasp how EXACTLY he did it, but if anything, it just made her relish his company ALL THE MOST, as well as listen to EVERY PIECE of his own mind back. Because Fezco was bright, he was intelligent, he was caring, whether he saw it or not, she knew he was just by what she knew of him.

Honestly knew well she was different of him, whatsoever. She knew Fezco dealt with stuff . . . Well, stuff she probably wouldn't ever get onto in her life, but still. That just brought her some THOUGHTS on how he would come up with THINGS she often wouldn't have in her own perspective. Lexi wanted to hold his hands sometimes, say how EVERYTHING would be okay . . . despite of it being pretty cliché, or how she couldn't properly be certain of it, it was always good to hear it. And she honestly wanted to be his comfort person, like he had become her own, ALL OVER TIME. Lexi had heard before of how relationships, be it romantic or not, were destined to come but go . . . She had seen it. Lexi had witnessed it with Cassie, her many lost lovers, lost FRIENDSHIPS, so she was slightly scared it would become like that with Fezco, because in honesty, she didn't want him to go. Perhaps, well, certainly, she was becoming more ATTACHED like she hadn't yet stopped to notice until THEN.

"Okay, well, want honesty? You're only silly when you ACT LIKE THAT, silly," Lexi joked, pushing his side playfully yet of course with her usual gentleness, "You ARE smart yourself, listen, it's something you should know, Fez . . . Books intelligence isn't THE ONLY THING that counts. There's . . . Existential," she stated, remembering how it was useful when writing her own play on getting in character's head, FOR EXEMPLE, "Musical . . . Intrapersonal, Interpersonal, Bodily . . . And you see? I can see you in at least ALL THE LAST ONES I've just mentioned, so you can't argue with me," she shrugged, giggling in knowing she meant it. Fezco was MORE, like he was making her believe she also could be.

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It didn't matter that she had seen the way he'd look at Tara. Most might mistake it for some sort of brotherly love, but she knew how much he liked her just by the lingering glances he'd throw her way. Yet, the obvious crush wasn't the main reason why Mindy decided to approach Wes. First of all, she hated the look of complete POWERLESSNESS that seemed to stick to his face. Clearly, this boy was far from being weak, but the toll was hard on everyone, which led to her sudden urge to stay close to him : in such rough, terrible time, they all had to stick together. While she had and always would have her brother by her side, Wes seemed to be ... more alone. Just by glancing in his direction, it was OBVIOUS that a never-ending train of dark, worrying thoughts was going on inside that head of his. Honestly, it was fair because who wouldn't be freaking out when pulled in the middle of a freaking requel of a famous horror franchise ? At least, that was a common ground between the two, something she could safely relate to about him while he could also rely on her. However ... NO, she didn't want to think about the possibility that HE could be a killer. She'd look at his face, see the clear rummaging thoughts making a permanent frown, and there was no possibility for him to be the bad guy. A little voice, though, a deeply buried one inside her, kept whispering her she should be careful. Keep her walls down. But, even if there really was a possibility he was the one the police was looking for, it wasn't in her to refuse lending a hand to a friend.

"Of course I'm not wrong. Instinct." The girl replied with a playful tone, slightly poking her own nose before she decided to sit down next to him. In her right hand, a can of overly sweet cherry coke. In her left one, a pack of sour patch kids. Definitely a bad combo for a healthy heart but, damnit, with a killer on the loose, any second could be their last. So, fuck it. Pulling her knees up to her chest, Mindy leaned her head against the wall, gaze going from the candies on her lap to Wes's face, who was watching her expectantly. An answer. He wanted an answer. A positive one ? Probably. The truth wasn't what he sought, it was comfort. She could tell. Was it smart to feed him lies or uncertainties ? This wasn't exactly the easiest situation to be dragged into. As a friend, she wanted nothing more than to see a smile creep up on his face. Sometimes, she'd be a little too invested in making EVERYTHING right, even when she couldn't. Thinking for a second, pondering what might be the most pleasant thing to hear, she ended up slowly nodding. "Physically, she'll recover. She's getting the best treatment, even if the process hurts. Mentally ... it's something else. I don't know ... I hope so. If you and I and everyone else stays close, it can only help."

The hand sliding up to hers surprised her. While Wes was a part of her group of friends, it took her this moment to realize they never had so much of a real bonding moment. Chaos really brought everything together, huh ? How ironic was that. "Hey, that's okay. I just figured you'd want someone around. And some of these diabetes-inducing shit." Raising a brow, she opened the pack of candies with one hand to hand it to him. "Okay, I know it would've probably better to get some real meal but I literally couldn't resist so ... " Lightly squeezing his hand to offer him her support, she smiled a bit more, and though there really was no enthusiasm in that, she still hoped it could give him some kind of comfort.

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what if i'm right and you're wrong? (sam to mindy)

This really was not an answer she had expected to receive. Yes, sure, she knew damn well that sometimes, when she'd get a little too side tracked, she could be a bit of an ass. More of a know-it-all, like her dear brother liked to remind her. Although she'd often make sure to keep it in check, Mindy could acknowledge that perhaps her words had gone a little too far. Maybe she had hurt her friend unintentionally, and THAT was something she wouldn't be proud of, of course not. It wasn't her INTENTION to get so hyper she'd blurt out ideas and theories that might be a little too blunt for some. Still, she'd always been stubborn, for as long as she remembered. Her own annoying character trait.

Clapping her hands together, the young woman slightly winced at her tactlessness. "Sam, listen, you know I didn't mean any wrong." While at this point, she clearly was closer to Tara, her younger sister, than Sam, she knew not to piss her off. And yet ... her pride had taken a blow. In all honesty, she really, really wanted to swallow it up and move on. BUT it was stronger than her. She HAD to prove her point. "Your arguments are totally valid, I swear, I respect everything you said." Insisting on the fact she had heard her happened to be one of her best strategies to at least try and avoid doing any more mistake. Although, with Sam, it felt like walking on eggshells. "However, I just think that, if you see things in an outside perspective, a perspective of a fan, well ... " Shrugging her shoulders, Mindy let her hands fall on each of her side, mimicking some kind of obvious resignation. "You gotta say you'd make a pretty good villain. Not saying you are. Obviously. Just to be clear on that."