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[ragnarockz]

Room 4

CALLING ALL YOU AGENT VIDAL TRUTHERS, LOVERS AND OF COURSE, fuckers. This one is for ya'll 💚

More parts to come, of course 👀

Poem (Salvage) in italics by Hedgie Choi

Pic mood board for this first bit

Music while writing: Animals - Nickelback, Forwards Beckon Rebound - Adrianne Lenker, Painted Ladies - Ian Thomas, Hotel California - The Eagles, Sanctified - Ghost, Dead of Night - Orville Peck, Depression & Obsession - Koe Wetzel, Feel It - Jakalope

Vidal flicks the dial on the dashboard and winces when she hears the all-familiar lyrics blasting over the stereo. She shoots a quick sideways glance at Agnes who sits in the passenger seat; face beaming when her brain clicks with realization of the song.

"I still don't know how you can listen to this,"

Vidal announces as she shakes her head and lets her finger hover over the dial.

Agnes is bobbing her head and tapping her fingers on the windowsill to the beat; obviously knowing it by heart, obviously one of her most-played songs of theirs.

"If there's one song of theirs I thought you'd like it would have been this one,"

Agnes points to the dashboard as if speaking on behalf of the band. She watches Vidal roll her eyes and pose an explanation. Agnes breathes in and puffs out her chest as if she's been waiting all her life for someone to come along and ask her the philosophical meanings behind Animals.

"Bet you're gonna tell me why..."

Agnes laughs at Vidal's dead-pan voice and the strain in her tone. She's a saint for having to put up with her, Agnes thinks before she opens her mouth and leans back into her seat,

"It's just a comment on our true selves I mean, our true natural selves. You know, parts we can't help...things we can't control. Natural order of all things that come together..."

The car went silent as Vidal hung a right to turn down the unfamiliar road. She glanced at Agnes again, voice even deader this time around,

"You think they sat down and had that in mind when they wrote it? Not, oh...I don't know, their fantasy of wanting to go on a joy ride and fuck in their car?"

Agnes snorted and shook her head until she left it to face the window. Unfamiliar territory; land. They had never been this way, in the opposite direction they had gone months ago. Room 3 was behind them now.

Vidal crept to a crawl, causing Agnes to turn her attention forward. A dead deer lay in the middle of the road; half eaten by other animals. Vidal maneuvered around it with as much ease and safety as she could. Agnes' eyebrows shot up as she noticed Vidal white knuckling the steering wheel.

"You ok, Babe?"

Vidal didn't hear Agnes. Her eyes drifted up to the rear view mirror to look a the dead deer behind them now. Her heart skipped a beat. It wouldn't be the last time she saw a dead deer in her path.

I have seen the deer split open on the road and thought

Agnes unloaded the car; grabbing their bags as she followed Vidal's lead to their room. It was a short walk; starter number before 10. Vidal stopped mid step and Agnes saw the agents body tense. She peered over her and looked at the door, Room 4, before looking down at the concrete. A tiny dead bird lay in front of their door.

"It was 3 last time..."

"Guess we're moving up in the world, Vidal."

And Agnes pushed her way past the agent; foot barely missing the tiny body below her feet. Vidal kept her gaze focused on the bird until she walked into the threshold of their new motel room.

Agnes dropped their bags and bee-lined it to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and left Vidal alone in the room; their room. Much like Room 3 it was small and held only what they truly needed for another few days of chasing another dead end lead.

Vidal took her suitcase and brought it over to the bed. She hoisted it up so she could unzip it and reveal her new discovery. Reach in and take it with her hands. With her suitcase laid open on the bed, she turned her attention to her pants. Unzipping and opening up her buttons she shoved them down just enough so that she could get what she held in her hand into her underwear. Well, she thought, not hers exactly. She didn't have a pair that would work for this, but Agnes did.

She zipped and buttoned back up like nothing had changed. She could hear the shower running and steam billowing out from underneath the bathroom door. She brought the rest of their belongings over to their respected bedsides and flopped herself down onto the bed. She instantly felt the digging into her hip from her pocket, almost forgetting she had brought something else along this time. Vidal bit her bottom lip as she reached in and pulled out her bearcut switchblade. The handle was wood and the blade was chunky; a bigger size that a usual switchblade.

The bathroom door swung open and Agnes walked out with her towel barely draped around her. They held no secrets, kept no shame between them. Vidal watched with knowing eyes as Agnes moved in a little closer; watched her eyes widen at the sight of the wood and the metal.

"When the fuck did you get a knife?"

Vidal shrugged and let the tip glide slowly against the fabric of her jeans; up her leg. She watched Agnes' throat bob in...fear? Excitement?

"Guess I'm full of surprises..."

And she let the knife crawl up her leg and to her hip, guiding Agnes' eyes until she saw the detectives mouth fall open.

"...when the fuck did you start packing?"

And Vidal shrugged and brought her eyes up to catch Agnes' stare. They held it for a moment or two, neither of them daring to flick their eyes away from the other.

that's exactly what those soft and gentle fuckers deserve

Vidal dropped the knife onto the bed, still open, and spread her legs a little more. She was sending a silent invitation to Agnes. The detective accepted.

The towel dropped and Agnes minimized the space between them as she got onto the bed beside Vidal. Her knee hit the handle of the knife, not bothering to push it away or even off of the bed. Let sleeping dogs lie. Agnes' hands reached forward to cup Vidal's crotch; the familiar shape and density hitting her like a ton of bricks.

She moved her hand then, slowly, testing the waters. Vidal's eyes absorbed her like sun soaking up a puddle as she melted into Agnes' petting, working up a sensation that shot right to her clit. Agnes moaned against her teeth and gave a Vidal a smile, an almost 'what the fuck is going on' grin that left her looking confused.

"I walked into your life, huh?"

Vidal's words rang out like a bell and Agnes' hand stuttered, stopped. She practically flinched, caught off guard by Vidal's ability to stay focused and not succumb to being felt up. This was something new; shouldn't it be sacred?

"Yeah, you kinda did, Vidal..."

Agnes mumbled as she worked her hand a little harder; felt the cut of the denim against her fingers and knuckles. Even though it was a strong and durable material, she could feel the heat and the wet start to creep through. She grinned again, finding herself overly enjoying this new sensation.

"But you won't step into mine."

Some things happened to me in my formative years

that I don't want to tell you about

but some things happened to you too.

[luminesnake]

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[dykendireckt]

thinking about skeletons in closets tonigt. in paticular the real articulated human skeleton my ex has in theirs somewhere

[attila-werther]

for all that I lament how difficult it is to “find” cassius in various texts, in some ways I am glad that he holds less of a modern day interest in comparison to brutus, because at least I will have peace in my soul knowing I will never have to suffer a short story where cassius is an immortal gym instructor

[criter]

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[enbeemagical]

hmm

[cabin-complex-jon]

Putting things in the notes do I don’t make a fool of myself.

[onehitdrcgon]

the shape of your pain - a picture

A picture. A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past. 

Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left.

Nothing lasts forever... Right? 

[jessiescock]

If u want me to betray you and get you killed in exchange for money hmu

I realise"I wish somebody loved me like Judas loved Jesus" is an odd thing to say. But I mean it with all my soul.

[cherrylipstateofmind]

mischabea replied to your post: Have i been starting drama or something cause why...

Bitches be blocking over nothing these days

one day i will find out the reason

[miccissleeping]

we see some happy trail action HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM GOTTA LOVE THIS MAN FR

[wasgoodstudios]

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Personal protective equipment doesn't grow on trees, you know.

Special thanks to everyone who watched my stream today!

[bobacupcake]

FINISHED MY HOMEWORK

[king-ofthe-trees]

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did you know that you and blurg-blurg tend to reblog the same things from the same people? like recently when you two have popped on my dash it's one after the other with the same post from the same person. granted i've only followed you two for a couple hours

Hmmmmm. That certainly is a funny little coincidence. Now isn’t it?