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his sanity threatens to burst at its seams. the looming and gut churning realization that -- he won't ever feel certain again sinks to the bottom of his stomach. there are no warnings, the nightmares still echo through his mind in his most vulnerable moments. teeth gnash and sink into his shoulder, claws that dug too deep into his rib cage before a blood curdling yowl freed him. now the teeth are his, the claws are his own and they drag against his sternum desperate to be free. he won't grant it freedom, he cant or he wont be jason any longer. it's the rush of panicked thoughts that flicker behind his green eyes, lips parted as his voice escapes him in a hoarse and pitiful attempt to anchor himself. ' im losing control here. '

her touch makes him flinch, if only for a second before he leans into the warmth of her palms. how many hands had clawed at him? how many starved mouths? the notion used to exhilarate him that he was coveted so desperately, but now it sends a chill of fear down his spine. leaning his cheek into her hand he feels his eyes shut briefly, a small sigh escaping him as his heart beats into another county. peeling his eyes open he gazes back at gloria, the familiar serenity they grant him enough to knock the air out of his lungs. teeth drag against his bottom lip as he raises his own hand to rest against hers, lips pressing to the meat of her palm.

could he tell her? would she believe him? would she understand -- how easily his sister had adapted to this life. melted into its fabric guided with hands of friends and lovers who aimed to make her a part of their existences, all the while jason had never felt so isolated in his entire life.

" I -- i cant explain. i dont know how to tell you.. you'll think im insane. i think im insane, i can feel it crawling beneath my skin. "

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she  hears  the  words,  never  misses  a  syllable,  but  how  they  land  makes  that  pit  of  grief  wring  a  little  tighter  in  her  chest.  a  kind  of  breaking  in  it.  not  loud,  not  dramatic,  just  tired  of  holding  up  the  world.  she'd  always  found  jason  to  be  a  little  reckless,  burning  hot  and  full  of  life,  running  towards  trouble  with  his  whole  heart.  but  this  felt  different,  like  the  hidden  lamentations  of  someone  who  didn't  know  how  to  carry  their  own  weight  anymore.  she  knew  that  feeling.  lived  inside  the  endless  spiral  of  it  every  single  day.  gloria  closed  the  space  between  them  and  placed  her  hand  over  his  chest.  the  old  bits  of  string  braided  together,  adorning  her  wrist,  had  seen  too  much  of  the  world  with  her.  a  palm  that  dances  up  and  cradles  his  jaw,  holding  his  gaze.  and  fuck  —  she  can't  help  it  when  she  looks  at  him.  finding  fragments  of  the  same  wide-eyed  boy  who  used  to  meet  her  by  the  swamp  beds  at  dusk.  she  still  had  a  collection  of  skipping  stones  and  gator  teeth  tucked  in  a  box  of  memories  beneath  her  bed,  and  she  thinks  about  showing  him.  wonders  if  it  might  do  good  to  steady  the  brewing  storm  she  could  feel  beneath  the  beat  of  his  heart.  to  know  how  much  it  stuck  to  her  soul,  tiny  glimpses  of  a  simple  slice  of  something  heavenly  before  she  walked  through  hell. 

❛  hey,  look  at  me.  ❜  it's  a  gentle  husk,  but  no  less  commanding.  ❛  talk  to  me,  jason.  i'll  help  you  figure  it  out,  whatever  it  is.  ❜

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One of the earliest linocuts I made, big bulky line work.

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playing hide and seek in the woods except ill fuck your brains out when i finally find and catch you

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TRUE BLOOD 1.12 "You'll Be the Death of Me"

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garrett hedlund as beau hutton in Country Strong (2010)

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“I watched Dirt Music for the plot”.

THE PLOT 🫠

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@bloodbruja sent for an affectionate starter!

Calloused fingers swipe at the grime on his cheek bones. Green eyes squinted against the blazing afternoon sun as it bears down on the small town. It’d been a scorcher, somewhere in the triple digits and the sunset made no promise for a cooler night. Jason can feel the sweat running off his jaw as a low slung smirk stretches across his mouth. “ Hey pretty baby. “ the compliment is sailed in Solana’s direction, his long legs carrying him from the drivers side of his truck to her front gate. He’d been on his way home to get cleaned up, but the spur in his chest wouldn’t let him outside of the town without seeing Lana’s pretty face. A hand comes to caress her elbow, blonde bros arching high as he beamed at her. “ What have you been up too today? “

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I realized then that's the worst thing you can do for them... make friends with them. 'Cause they get comfortable with you, they're just gonna end up getting killed.

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* Another difference in my interpretation, Jason does not marry Crystal Norris. In fact his objection to do so is what drives a wedge between him and the hot shot community.

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* Jason never hits sookie and he never tells her to get over her assault. This is a big point in my interpretation of him, he is not physically violent to women. In fact it’s part of what gets him in trouble with vampires because he hesitates when it’s a woman. Second Jason struggled to believe and accept the assault sookie went through simply because if he accepted what happened he’d have to accept that there was a time in his life he was ignorant to his sisters turmoil and he will drown himself in what ifs and what he could’ve done. It’s very selfish thinking but he’s never been good at self reflecting and he didn’t wanna acknowledge it until there was such evidential proof he couldnt ignore it.

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starter call 2.0   feel free to combine prompts !

for  a  happy  starter .

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for  a  violent  starter .

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storm passing through

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Crescent Moon • Andrew Wyeth

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