#spoilednight

[inqustvea]

      @spoilednight​​​​​​​  :   ❝   when   we   die ,   we   turn   into   stories       and   every   time   someone   tells   one   of   those   stories                          it’s   like   we’re   still   here .   ❞

                HE   FEELS   LIKE   HE   SHOULD   BE   WRITING   THIS   DOWN ,   for   a   multitude   of   words   that   comes  out   of   this   man’s   mouth   are   worthy   of    being   heard   over   and   over   again ,   seen   in   physical   form   to  be  read  just   as   many   times .   frankie   is   wise     ----     enigmatic  ,   every  so   often .    the   drifter’s    already   come   to   learn   that ,   with   bouts   of   confusion ,   many   instances   of   plain   listening .   and   he’s   also   come   to   learn   that   nothing   is   said   for   no   reason .   that ,   unless   they   were   both   high   off    their   asses ,   that   there’s   meaning   behind   every   word .     AND   ARE   THEY   HIGH ?      --------    (  he   has   to   think  )      --------     no .     he’s   just   a   little   drunk ,   but   a   little   drunk   is   like   being   sober   at   this   point  ...    emotions   hit   him   the   same   when   he’s   just   a       little         drunk .    and   it’s   this   feeling   that   suddenly   emerges   from   within   him   that   makes   him   realize   that  ...   APPREHENSION ,   which   leads   to   concern .     ❝   what   are   you   alluding   to ?   ❞   the   calmness   in   his   voice   doesn’t   resonate   with   the   chaos   nonchalantly   spinning   inside   his   head .   has   to   take  a   beat ,   averting   eyeline ,   meeting   peanut   debris   sitting   on   top   of   a   bar .   can’t   help   but   act   wry   --   grimace ,   but   with   a   smile.   ❝   you   telling   me   i’m   gonna   have   to   write   an   obituary   for   you   sometime   soon ?   ❞

[devoutconfidence]

@spoilednight liked for a starter

“Hey, did you end up going to Harry’s party the other night?” Helena asks as she comes up next to him.

[jihoney]

⌜❥⌟  starter call  ━━━━━━━  @spoilednight

          ❝ ━━━━━━━ i’ve seriously never  in my entire goddamn life seen someone look like you. and i grew up, like, right down the street from fucking l.a. ❞

[bledthrice-moved]

@spoilednight

“Totally thought you were dead, dude—” Ferrus raises his hands in an apologetic fashion. “Sorry about the whole nearly using your body for necromancy thing.” 

[mcneyhoney]

@spoilednight​

       " mother fucker  ---- “  

                       you ever been drunk in eight inch heels? not the best time to be had. usually pretty stable in any shoe of any height, it was only around six drinks in when the blonde started her bambi impression, wobbling from friend to friend, gaining another drink with every conversation. it was alright inside  ---  people look after her, y’know, she’d start leaning too far to one side and someone would prop her up again, never hit the floor  once!   

          now the smoking area is a different situation. first she couldn’t find her cigarettes  ( they were in her garter, just barely  hidden beneath her tiny skirt )  and now her lighter has done a runner. cigarette between her lips she squats to the ground, handbag open and it’s contents being pulled out by the handful. tampons, lipstick, a baggy of coke, even a hip flask of whiskey  ---  but no lighter!!! 

       a big, dramatic frown, she looks around and asks loudly ---  

               “ which one’a you got a light?? “

[inqustvea]

               ❝  so ,  when  are  you  gonna  start  trusting  me  again ,  huh  ?  ❞

@spoilednight

[devoutconfidence]

@spoilednight liked for a canon dialogue starter.

“At Thanksgiving, my mom used to ask us to say what we were thankful for.” Helena tells him, though she isn’t sure why, or how the topic even came up. But it’s easy for her to talk with him. A comfort, even, that she hasn’t had in such a long time.

[sycophxnts]

❛  Why would you bring me in if you knew what you'd become?  ❜ 

@spoilednight   /   STALL ME !

[moneyxmovess-a]

“i’m worried about you.”

WORRIED STARTERS ( ACCEPTING / @spoilednight )

“Oh fuck, not you too.” A soft groan left the woman at Frankie’s words and her eyes rolled like they always usually did around Frankie. Her hand came out and gently rubbed against her forehead trying to soother last night’s hangover. “I’m fine.” Vera was nowhere near such. The usually kept-up woman was a disheveled mess at the moment. Nails were bare instead of acrylic, her hair was wrapped up in a scarf instead of nicely done, her voice was audibly strained, and she had more bags under her eyes than Birkin. It was obvious that she was going through quite the rough patch. “I’m fine,” Vera repeated once more, her voice a little tenser and stronger than last time. “I’m fucking fine and I’m tired of people asking me. Matter of fact, I’m doing fucking extravagant!” It was as if a flip had switched in her brain. With a quick movement, she grabbed the wine bottle in front of her and threw it against the wall. Not even a blink left her at the sound of it breaking. “I’m fine.” She repeated as she got up from the table to fetch herself yet another drink.

[delohabitual]

“   NO  .     NO  ,    EVERYTHING’S . . .   FINE  .   ”      she   wasn’t   a   liar   by   nature   ,   only    when   it    counted   ;       and    even    then   ,       she   wasn’t    very    good  .           The    claims    she     was    making    were     hardly    backed   up    in    any    way   ,       because     for    fuck’s    sake   ,     she’s     sat    on    the    rooftop    of     a    studio     with    her    knees   pulled    to   her    chest    at    some   ungodly     hour   of    the   morning   ,      several    cigarette   butts   from   the   last     fifteen    minutes   or   so    littered   at   her    feet   like   she’d    been   chain   -   smoking   in   an   attempt   to   develop   a   form   of   lung   cancer  .     Not   a    pretty    sight  to   walk   in   on  .          “    I    wasn’t   gonna   just   leave   those    there  . . .    by   the   way  .       I’m   a    civilised   smoker   ,     I    don’t   litter  .   ”        her    eyes   were   damp   ,        and    while     this   was    something   the   night   could   conceal   ,       there    was    something   unmistakable   in   her   laughter   ,     her    words   ,    that     was   indicative   of   a    rather    fragile   state   of   being  . 

TEN BY PEARL JAM   :    ACCEPTING   :    @spoilednight   .

[jbnder-blog]

voice is quiet , but only for safety , security . john isn’t stupid enough to talk loudly about such a sensitive and dangerous subject . ‘ i know you’ve got th’hook up , curly , ’ he murmurs , staring off into the distance , shades over his eyes . ‘ you ain’t foolin’ anyone , especially me . so stop playin’ games , ’

@spoilednight .

[inqustvea]

          ❝  i’m  not  looking  for  any  trouble ,  man .  ❞  apprehension  starts  to  set  into  the  back  of  my  mind ,  into  the  back  of  his  instincts  where  not  quite  his  deepest  fears  lied  ----  but  it’s  close  enough  to  keep  him  out  of  trouble  this  time .   ❝  i-i’m  just  looking  for  the  nearest  subway  station .  i’m not  from  around  here .  ❞

@spoilednight

[devoutconfidence]

Thank you @spoilednight for putting up with my angry ranting about Luke all the time. You’re the real MVP.

[fragilefrances]

your portrayal ?? i ain't ever seen somethin better ,, never seen someone more talented ,, a true blessing on my dash, where would i be without you ??

              i……lov u???? thank you so much oh my goodness 

beep beep how’s my portrayal ? / accepting.

[ghoulqueentm-blog]

@spoilednight liked for a starter!

“I’m guessing Malachai sent you--right?” Despite being a Ghoulie for only a few months, she’d already taken over most of the command of the drug dealing business. Still, she never got used to the people that Malachai sent through that door, most of them being as eccentric--if not more than the ghoulie king himself. 

A polite smile graces her features as she sits up in her office chair, chin resting on her still bandaged arm. “You’ll have to forgive me for not being at earlier--meetings. I’ve just recently started overhauling everything--” 

[zydratetm]

@spoilednight

“My, my, my—” Graves peers up from his newspaper in an attempt to look innocent. “What could a big boy dealer want from a low end zydrate dealer?” He chuckles—he’s never met this man before, but he knows who he is. He may not have the internet at home, but he doesn’t completely live under a rock. “Or are you just passing through here by chance? The options are truly endless!”