I know you posted before, but what are the scariest moves of the 21st century? I wanna be really scared
i like the specification of 21st century !! ok here’s the list (in somewhat of a particular order but not really)
- martyrs (2008)
- goodnight mommy (2014)
- hell house llc (2015)
- tale of two sisters (2003)
- it follows (2014)
- under the shadow (2016)
- train to busan (2016)
- oldboy (2003)
- rec (2007)
- rec 2 (2009)
- don’t knock twice (2016)
- i saw the devil (2011)
- a l'interieur (2007)
- green room (2015)
- haute tension (2003)
- the wailing (2016)
- the descent (2005)
- devils pass (2013)
- eden lake (2008)
- the orphanage (2007)
- the strangers (2006)
- sauna (2008)
- chained (2012)
- hansel & gretel (2007)
- cold prey (2006)
- noroi, the curse (2005)
- bedeviled (2011)
- la horde (2009)
- the eyes of my mother (2016)
- the autopsy of jane doe (2016)
- don’t breathe (2016)
- re-cycle (2006)
- the girl with all the gifts (2016) - the conjuring 1&2 - sinister (2013) - a dark song (2017)
i’m sure there’s a lot more on my list but this is all i can think of for now!! all of these genuinely terrified me….will probably add to it later too xo
what veronica says:
yeah okay great i'll see you later! xo
what veronica means:
am i not good enough for you betty is it because i don't have a dick do you want me to have a dick i will change for you i will kill for you actually probably not i didn't kill jason don't get any ideas but for real what do you want from me why are you putting me off i jUST WANT TO BE LOVED---
Claire was brushing her teeth, silently going
over every possible therapeutic scheme for a pneumonia – she had a pharmacology
test later that week -, when her phone buzzed inside her pocket.
“Going for an early
session with JG, need to train our plays. Meet me there later, Snch? Love u. XO”
The image of John Grey the previous night, his unshielded
emotions pouring out, came to her mind with the impact of a slap. Could she be
wrong? She didn’t think so. In that fraction of time John had laid down his
guard, totally exposed as his heart called out for Jamie’s. She knew that look –
had surprised it enough times while looking into the mirror or gazing at Jamie’s
eyes since that first night, months ago.
Was Jamie aware of his affections? That issue was
even more complicated. He was a sensitive and wise man – Claire highly doubted
he would proposedly seek John’s company so often, knowing that it might
encourage him somehow. Knowing that, deep down, every time they stood close he
was teasing John. No – she was fairly sure Jamie had no clue. Besides, she was
confident he would have shared any thoughts of that nature with her.
It was like holding a grenade – a weapon of
destruction had been bestowed into her care and now she had to decide what to
do with it – she could almost feel it, throbbing dangerously in her hand with
each passing second. Should she share her suspicions with Jamie? The
repercussions of that discovery floated in front of her eyes, as ripples of a
disturbance in the water. Perhaps she ought to remain silent and wait for
things to unfold as they would? Perchance knowing his feelings unreciprocated,
Grey would slowly forget Jamie?
Slowly she typed her answer and hit send, her
chest heavy as a quarry. “See you then.
She went to the library in search of some
articles, needed to complete her essay on the benefits of breast cancer
screening. All the time, while she perused the books and medical publications
in search of helpful materials, a permanent weight was trapped inside her, like
a vine around her trachea and lungs, threatening to suffocate her – the burden
of secrets kept and the clairvoyance of pain to come.
“Claire!” Ian called her with urgency,
hurriedly walking along the corridor of bookcases. He was almost breathless and
he had a deep crease on his forehead. “A
Dhia! I’ve been searching everywhere for ye. Something happened.”
“Jamie.” She whispered, dropping a pile of
books on the floor, her lips numb. “What is it, Ian? What happened?”
alright.” Ian comforted her, but his lips were twisted in apprehension. “But he
punched John Grey – hit him pretty badly.”
“What?!” Claire asked, astonished. She grabbed
Ian by the shoulders and shook him slightly, as if panning gold from a river. “But
they are friends.”
“Well…” Ian swallowed hard and blushed like a
lobster under the influence of the cooker. “Apparently Grey kissed him in front
of the whole team.”
Claire found him sitting – of rather collapsed - on the lawn of the nearby
park – usually a perfect hiding place, if not for the gossip that followed him
and made him as easy to trace as a fugitive kangaroo.
“Have you come here to yell at me?” John asked,
his eyes caught in the distant flock of birds, raiding the top of the trees
like a heavenly army, flaunting their freedom with a stroke of wings. “God I
wish they’d stop doing that.” He grumbled, as a couple of girls blatantly pointed
in his direction from afar, their laughs clear as seagulls’ cries calling for a
storm at sea.
“You kissed my boyfriend.” Claire said in a
conversational tone while she sat next to him on the grass, folding her legs in
a meditation position. “The thought of giving a shout or two has crossed my
mind. Don’t you think I’m entitled to it? Or being a boy is supposed to offer
you some privileges?”
“I was thinking you’d find it ridiculous enough
to pity me.” He snorted, brushing his knuckles. He was sporting an impressive
black eye, as if something had started to rot from the inside out, hidden
truths closer to the surface of the skin. “I’m not your rival, Claire – never
“There’s nothing ridiculous about your
feelings, John.” She said softly, brushing away a stubborn curl waving like a
flag on the breeze. “I hope you know that.”
“Jamie didn’t seem to agree.” John closed his
eyes and grimaced. “I didn’t mean to disrespect you in any way, Claire. I know
what you are – who you are – to him.”
“So what did you mean?” She waited patiently as
his fingers played with a solitary dandelion, an outcast amongst the green blades
of grass, akin to himself.
“I’m in love with him.” He whispered, his ears
acquiring a faint pinkish tone – his light blue eyes serious and tormented. Was
it the first time he admitted it out loud? “I had promised myself I would never
act upon it – would never sought nothing more than his friendship. I was
decided to cherish whatever he chose to give me as my most precious gift.”
“What changed, then?” Claire nodded, observing
as an ant made its way across her finger, tickling her with its infinitesimal
steps – unbelievingly strong by nature’s standards and yet so fragile had she
chosen to crush it.
“He was so happy after practice today – so hopeful
for the Championships next week.” John explained in a choked voice, shrugging.
“For a moment I lost track of reality – I was entangled in the fantasy that I
could be part of his elation. I kissed him because I forgot myself.”
“I understand.” She gently placed the ant on
the ground beside her, contemplating as it continued its previous path,
undisturbed. “I do.” She repeated, noticing his sideways glance of doubt. “I
know how easy it is to love him. I could never reproach you for that.”
“Yes.” John bit his lip, until a drop of blood
was formed underneath his teeth – as if he had been kissed by an angry deity,
marking him for the ultimate sacrifice. His voice was low and almost angry –
not with her but with himself; with the temptations of loving a man beyond his
reach. “And how hard is it to laugh with him and not touch him? To hear him
talk and not kiss him to drink down his words – ever thirsty, ever wanting?
This mark,” He brushed the bruise on his face with moving tenderness, as a
caress of a lover. “It’s the closest thing I’ll ever have of his touch on me.”
“You took him by surprise.” Claire watched as he
finally crushed the dandelion bellow his trembling fingers, annihilating the
part of himself that stood out from the crowd. “I’m sure that’s why he hit
“Perhaps.” The young man laughed – a short and
forced sound, like thousands of cries trapped bellow his ribs, cracking every
vessel, every organ, wide open. “But now I lost him forever. I won’t have him
in any capacity – and I don’t think I can live with that notion. He demanded
that I never speak to him again – or even call him Jamie. I feel small and pathetic as only loveless beings can be.”
They sat in silence for a while, strange
companions linked by the shared love of a single man – one heart sure and
complete reaching out to glue the shards of one irredeemably broken. Claire
felt a million different emotions, battling inside her mind like opposing armies,
until she was ready to surrender to a numbing conclusion – part of her mourning
for John’s uncorresponded love; another screaming in blasphemy at him, who had dared
to steal a kiss promised only to her.
“I’m sorry I told you these things.” John
whispered, as shadows grew around them, finally making him invisible to
unwelcome eyes. “It can’t be easy hearing another soul lusting after what is
rightfully yours. How do you feel
about all this?”
“Sad.” Claire said in a soft tone and then,
looking to him with sincerity written all over her face. “Avenged.”
She knew where to find him – there was only one
place on campus that could ease his troubled soul, where he would go to release
his consuming thoughts.
Claire entered the locker room without knocking
on the door – it was late and any practice had surely ended hours ago. He was
there, sitting on the bench, a towel draped around his shoulders – he looked
worn out and battered. His fast breathing was the only audible sound besides
her own steps – he had been working out, probably repeating the dynamics she
had witnessed the day she first saw him. Once upon a time he had been consumed
with the desire of being better, of overcoming himself – now he was using the
same tactics to run away from things that awaited on the inside, dreary and
“I’ve been looking for you.” She said softly,
coming closer to him. “I thought you would come to me after what happened.”
“I needed to think.” Jamie looked at her with troubled
eyes. “Besides, I dinna know what ye’d feel - and think - about all of this.”
“I think you’re hurt.” She whispered, her thumb
touching her silver ring for strength – it seemed like a lifetime ago, the
night he had given it to her, the fountain singing around them. “And you
shouldn’t be alone.” Jamie glared at her and his lips contorted in agony.
“Ye knew.” He affirmed – almost accused – in a
raw voice, his eyes drifting away from her face. “Didn’t ye?”
“I did.” Claire admitted, leaning against the
lockers behind her.
“Why didn’t ye tell me?” Jamie asked, cleaning
the sweat of his brow with a towel. “I thought we had honesty between us,
“We do.” She inhaled deeply. “Between us. This had nothing to do with me,
Jamie – it was not my place to tell you of those suspicions. What if I had been
I would have been prepared.” He hissed, throwing the towel on the floor. “I
wouldna have been caught unaware like a blind fool.”
“I am sorry.” She breathed, sitting on the
bench – keeping a respectful distance from him. “I didn’t want to torture you
with things that might never come to pass. And John, he…”
“Dinna say his name to me!” Jamie spat out,
closing his fists over his knees. “I should have killed the man.”
“I know you didn’t punch him because he likes
men.” Claire said evenly. “I know you
Jamie. You’re better than any of those prejudices.”
“He touched me against my will!” He snickered. “And
you think I’m not entitled to be outraged?”
“I’m sure you are.” She conceded, leaning over
to search for his eyes. “But that is not all of it, is it?”
“I hurt him because he betrayed me, Claire.” He
said between his teeth, sounding as broken and ruined as John had sounded
earlier. “I opened up with him. Told him personal things, allowed him inside –
and he used it to get close to me. He abused my trust.”
“That’s not all of it either, is it?” Claire
demanded, sliding from her seat and kneeling in front of him – she held his
hands on hers, battered and swollen knuckles as medals of sorrow, and felt the
tremor in his body. “Tell me, Jamie. Why are you like this?”
“I’m angry because he got hurt!” He yelled, his
fist releasing form her grip and hitting the locker next to him with a bang.
“He left me no other choice! And now we canna go back and pretend this never
“You lost him too.” She realized, licking her
lips, watching his blue eyes moist and fierce. “But you can still amend things.”
“He robbed me of something.” He shook his head,
his hands finding their way to her face, as he held on to her. “I’m yers,
Claire. I dinna want to belong to anyone else, ever again – he had no right to
endanger that. If ye had suspected me or heard what people are saying…I canna
breathe thinking I could lose ye.”
“I’d sooner doubt my heart than yours, Jamie.”
She assured him, cradling his head between her hands. “Trust me in this – as I’ve trusted you. I
will only believe that I don’t hold your heart the day you tell me so,
yourself. Nothing else on this earth can part me from you.”
“Claire.” Jamie whispered, tugging her closer. “Claire,
I need ye so.”
She allowed him to claim her body there and
then – pressing her against him in an urgency that was a coronation of his
fears. And while he sought reassurance of his rightful place, she prayed for
those who would never know such love, alone in the darkness outside of a
So the other day I asked if anyone would be interested in an a custom icon drawing, and quite a few of you said you’d be down, so I thought why not? I’m gonna be giving away three icons, drawn in the same style as my icon, to 3 randomly selected people who interact with this post.
•Reblogs and likes count
•3 seperate winners
•Can reblog as many times as you like
•Winners will be randomly selected from the notes
•Followers only please. You can unfollow after the giveaway but I’ve had trouble contacting folks in the past so I’ll have to insist
•I will draw OC’s, Canon characters, or animals/pets
•Open to any fandom, though I am most active in the fallout community
•Last date to enter/reblog will be Friday 23rd June 2017 with winners announced Saturday 24th
•No contest/giveaway blogs - you will be disqualified
Aight folks I think that wraps up the boring rulesy part. Signal boosting is much appreciated. I’m also potentially open for art trades for these icons so if you really want one send me a message and I’ll see if we can work something out!
Summary: When you found out that both Mick Davies and Arthur Ketch were finding a liking in you, you were interested to see how far they’d let each other go, considering they knew about each other’s “secret crushes” as well. To their bad that they always thought only one could have you. The better their reaction was when they found out differently. Requested by @donnaintx and Anonymous
Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader x Mick Davies (No M/M)
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, double penetration, butt stuff in general, oral sex
When you entered the conference room you noticed Arthur and Mick having a quiet conversation. You couldn’t exactly make out what the fuss was about since they immediately stopped when you came in but you could already imagine.
Both Mick and Arthur had been having an on-going battle of who was going to be yours for weeks now. It wasn’t a secret anymore that they were both very attracted to you and given their nature, they started having a competition.
And so far? They kept messing things up for each other. Many times, one of them had caught you kissing the other and just interrupted it from going any further. While they were always upset and grumpy afterward, you couldn’t help but smile. This had been the most amusing thing you’d experienced in a while. If they only knew the twisted goals behind your intentions.
“Oh, Y/N. Didn’t know you were stopping by. Thought you were training,” Mick said as he gave you a once over.
“I was but forgot something in my room so I just went to grab that,” you shrugged a little and headed for the door without even giving them a second glance.
“You know what? I’ll join you, I was about to rest up a little before my next hunt,” Arthur said, standing up from the table and walking over toward you.
“So what was that discussion all about,” you asked while strolling alongside Arthur.
Can I have a Grayson imagine where he bails on a date with you to go clubbing with Ethan and you’re bored as hell so you call a friend over and she takes you to the same club without you knowing but you avoid gray bc you’re mad at him and guys hit on you and he gets jealous?? Thanks!!!! Also could you tag me in it please :)
Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, fighting
I was IN my bathroom, swaying my hips to ‘That’s what i like’ by Bruno mars as i finished the last touches of my makeup. I was getting ready for my date tonight with Grayson. We were going to a movie and dinner, but i decided i would wear graysons favorite dress of mine. It was a red spaghetti strap body con dress that he loved to see me wear but would also love to see it n the floor, which may or may not be my intentions. You see, grayson and i haven’t been out on a date in a while, hes been so busy with Ethan and working on stuff for his YouTube channel. That means we haven’t seen or done anything in a while, so I’m hoping tonight we can go back to normal.
I slipped on the dress and my black stilettos, then walked to the mirror. My dark brown hair perfectly curled, the silver necklace grayson gave me laid perfectly on my chest and my red lipstick perfectly matched my dress.
I grabbed my purse and took out my phone to call my boyfriend.
“Hey baby are you almost here?” I asked into the phone.
“Oh shit sorry babe, E and I are going out tonight i forgot to call you earlier.” He said. A lump formed in my throat due to the tears threatening to fall. I shook my head, turning my sadness into anger.
“Oh. Have fun.” I said trying not to sound mad.
“I’m sorry babe, can we reschedule for tomorrow?” He asked.
“whatever.” I said, taking off my shoes.
“You’re mad.” He said with a sigh.
“Go have fun with Ethan, Ill be fine.” I said, sitting down on my couch.
“I love you, Ill call you when i get home.” he said, with a hint of hope in his voice. I shook my head.
“bye gray.” I said before quickly hanging up the phone, not giving him a chance to say anything else. I sighed and set my head in my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair trying not to be stressed. I decided to not waist my perfectly good makeup and text my best friend.
‘Grayson bailed on our date to hang out with Ethan. Seeing as im already dressed want to go out?’ I texted.
‘What are you wearing?’ She texted back, I sent her a picture and she immediately texted back.
‘Clubbing it is, ill be there soon, xo’ She texted making me smile.
-20 minutes later-
Y/F/N and I walked up to the doors of the club and walked in, the stench of alcohol and sweaty bodies hitting us immediately. She grabbed my hand pulling me to the dance floor. We danced with each other jokingly until her face fell and i turned to the direction where she was looking. Grayson and Ethan were sitting at a table, drinks in hand, laughing their asses off while talking to a few people and some happened to be girls wearing very revealing outfits. I looked back at her angrily.
“Hey, you know what? Ignore him, you’re his loss, not the other way around” She said. I smiled agreeing with her. She smacked my ass and we walked to the bar to grab drinks. I was trying to figure out what to drink when a semi-attractive guy walked up to me. This guy was nothing compared to Grayson, but Grayson pissed me off so this guy was starting to seem extremely attractive at the moment. He and i got to talking ad he offered to buy me a drink, I looked over at grayson who hasnt noticed i was there yet. I shrugged.
“Why not.” I said smiling. He turned to the bartender to order me a drink, but i stopped paying attention when i saw one of the the girls by grayson move over to him and put her hand on his shoulder while he talked ot her. I was tempted to go over there but didnt when he moved her ar off of him and turned his attention to the bar, noticing me finally. His face light up when he saw me, but mine remained the same with the angered bitch face plastered on it. The guy turned back to me with the drinks in his hands. I smiled at him, taking mine out ofhis hand. I pretended to drink the drink, because seriously I am not taking a drink from a stranger. I smiled at him and licked my lip, setting the drink down. The guy grabbed my hand and held it as he talked to me.
Soon I was pushed away from the guy and i felt a air of lips on mine. These lips i could recognize anywhere, Grayson. I pushed him off me angrily.
“What the hell grayson?” I asked.
“You really think im going to let you talk to a guy without letting him know youre mine?” He asked.
“Am i really yours? Because you fucking bailed on me to hang out with Ethan when you’ve been with him this whole time and not with me, Your girlfriend!” i yelled.
“Woe you have a boyfriend?” The guy asked.
“Yea, so back the fuck up.” Grayson said getting in the guys face. I groaned and pulled grayson outside, not wanting to yell over the music.
“What the hell grayson? Were you seriously going to fight some guy for being nice to me?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yea, i was. Because i wont let some guy step in my place.” He said angrily.
“Your place? You obviously seemed happier back at your table.” I said.
“Lets not do this here, Lets go back to your place and talk about this.” He said, grabbing my hand trying to walk me to his car. I pulled my hand from his grip.
“No, I’m not going to ruin your plans with Ethan and whoever those little sluts are over there. Just go.” I said.
“Are you seriously acting like this right now?” He asked.
“Yes i am, because i spent 4 hours getting ready to be with you tonight since i haven’t seen you in weeks. I fucking missed you grayson! But instead you blow me off.” I said.
“Four hours?” He asked confused.
“Yes grayson, four hours. Because i wanted this night to be perfect. I wanted to be back in your arms and finally be happy again. But you ruined it.” I said, tears forming in my eye. I turned around to walk away. I felt grayson grab my arm lightly, turning me around. I looked back into his eyes, his face showing nothing but hurt, sorrow and regret. He pulled me to him, resting his forehead on mine.
“im so sorry Y/N, I love you so much. I didn’t know how much tonight meant to you.” He whispered as i felt a single tear hit my cheek. Grayson lifted a hand to wipe it away and let his hand on my cheek as he pulled me in for a long kiss.
“I love you too, Grayson.” I said just above a whisper. His thumb my cheek as he looked in my eyes.
“Lets get out of here, we can spend the rest of the night together.” He said.
“What about Ethan and Y/F/N?” I asked.
“They have each other.” he said making me laugh. I pulled him in for a long kiss before following him to his car and going back to my apartment.
The third time the waitress comes over to take my order and I decline I notice the many pairs of eyes on me. My H/c hair falling in loose curls over my shoulders and back. My fingers toy with the hem of my lilac dress. I pull my phone out of my matching clutch, unlocking the screen and clicking open my messages app. I press my finger down on our message thread.
Boyfriend <3: I’ll see you later. XO
I scoff and place my phone back into my purse and stand up from the table.
“Are you okay, Ma’am?” A feminine voice asks with a hand placed on my shoulder. I shake my head ‘no’ and shrug off her hand and make my way towards the exit of the restaurant.
“They don’t deserve you,” A soft voice says as I reach the door. I turn around to face the voice. My E/c eyes meet with those of the waitress.
“He’s been working really hard,” is all I say before I walk away from her. Hours pass and I continue walking aimlessly through the streets of London. I allow my feet to carry me along the roads and before I know it I’m outside of Joe’s apartment and have begun the journey up to his place. Suddenly my phone starts buzzing and ‘I’ll Be’ by Edwin McCain starts to echo through the empty halls. I answer the call knowing that it was Joe.
“Y/n? Baby, I’m so sorry,” He says as soon as my ears to the phone. I let out a choked sob. “I’m so sorry.” He says through the phone. I hear a loud bang on the other side of the line and realize that Joe has punched something. “It’s our one year anniversary. I love you so much.” I keep walking and stop outside his door, I press the buzzer and hear him curse over the phone.
“Who the fuck is at my door at the hour?” He shouts over the phone. Me you idiot, your fucking girlfriend. The door opens and Joe’s demeanor changes. He looks awful, his hairs a mess and his clothes are wrinkled. My eyes meet with his blue orbs and his arms reach out to touch me. I move back before he reaches me. He growls in frustration, “Please just let me hold you.”
I shake my head no roughly, “I can’t.” Tears fall down my cheeks like water down the face of a cliff. “You left me there for hours, I walked around London for hours.”
“Come inside,” He says opening the door wider.
“Do you still love me?” I ask suddenly, our eyes still connected together. I watch as his eyes become swallowed with desperation. Desperation to touch me, to show me how much I mean to him, I knew that what I was doing was torturing him.
“I love you so fucking much,” He says, his voice thick with determination. I launch myself forward and into his arms. He wraps them around me tightly, almost as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I bury my head into his neck, breathing in his cologne. “Happy one year my gorgeous girl.” Joe picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves us through his apartment, before finally placing me on his kitchen counter.
“You look so beautiful,” Joe says leaning away from me to assess my appearance.
I let out a watery chuckle, “Mhm, my makeup is running down my face if it’s there at all. My dress is wrinkled. I look like crap.”
Joe looks taken aback for a moment before he says, “You are the most beautiful person on this earth.” He presses a kiss to my lips to shut me up. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer to me, my legs tangle themselves around his waist once again. We fit together like some kind of puzzle. My fingers run through the hair on the back of his head. One of Joe’s hands comes up to rest on my jaw as our mouths continue to move rhythmically against each other. This is the thing that we did best. Neither of us was good with words, we were better with showing each other how in love we are. Joe pulls away and continues to press kisses down my jaw, to just before my ear, “I love you.” He presses a kiss to just below my ear and down my neck. He stops and sucks, bites and kisses the same spot to create a hickey. I am his, he is mine. That’s just the way we are. I moan loudly into his ear, to let him know I approve of what he’s doing.
(I almost don’t want to post this lol…because it’s bit of a weird, ooc alakou comic? -w-;;; please look at it with understanding (_ _) )
Modern day no magic AU and yes, I know it’s not Valentine’s Day xD
Aladdin is maybe 13-14 here…it’s not that Kougyoku doesn’t believe in Aladdin’s sincerity, but it’s more along the lines of “but what does a child REALLY know about love?” and she’s had her heartbreak with Sinbad and maaaaybe Alibaba in this AU lol She thinks of Aladdin’s love as a precious, but fragile thing, and due to her own experiences, she think it’s inevitable that she’s going to somehow hurt him like how she was hurt. so she shys away from him. Basically it’s not really a happy au I guess lol but I just had the urge to draw it. xD
The past few days have been super busy for me and I haven’t had time for the sims or for my blog! I’ve missed you all so much, and I’m so sorry for missing so many of yours asks, your mentions and your private messages! I’ll get to them all very soon! I’ll be back at my PC by tomorrow morning and will hopefully get at least semi-caught up 😊 ily all xo
So even though I didn’t really care for this movie - the cheesy soundtrack, the casting, the overacting, etc. - the script was perfect for a sentence meme. So here ya go. A compilation of quotes from the film and deleted scenes, all wrapped up in a nice package. You can thank me later. xo
“I want to build a team of some very dangerous people.”
“My job is to keep you alive until you die.
Do you understand that?”
“It’s taken me some time, but I finally have them.”
“You gonna come down from there or what?”
“Somehow, somehow, I’m gonna get outta here. And I’m gonna rain down on you like the Holy Ghost.”
“We’re bad guys, it’s what we do.”
“You know what they say about the crazy ones…”
“No money, no honey.”
“You are really in bad shape upstairs, lady!”
“Only my friends call me ____.”
“Oh, I’m not gonna kill you… I’m just gonna hurt you really, really bad.”
“Love your perfume. What is that, the stench of death?”
“I can’t wait to show you my toys.”
“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you people?”
“Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?”
“It’s got a little bit of pasghetti in there - toenails, rat shit. Everything a growing fella needs.”
“Ya’ll jokers must be crazy.
“I’m known to be quite vexing, I’m just forewarning you.”
“You sweet talking me?”
“All that chit chat’s gonna get ya hurt.”
“Are you the devil?”
“Come on! I’m bored! I’m bored. Play with me.”
“I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want.”
“I’m fighting fire with fire.”
“This is the exterminator you called for your rat problem.”
“My account’s looking a little thin.”
“I want you to come and live with me.”
“I know you do bad things. Don’t worry. I still love you.”
“Let’s just say, I put him in a hole and threw away the hole.”
“You know, I live for these moments with you.”
“I got you a kitty.”
“I need a machine gun.”
“Talk about a workplace romance gone wrong.”
“What do we have here?”
“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?”
“Oh! Party foul! Not cool!”
How to let go of someone you love that you can't ever be with and who will never love you back? Because Ming, it's heart wrenching
My God, it is. Time. Time makes it a little better. And why choose the ones who aren’t choosing you? It will only create more pain in the future. Focus on yourself and let this experience help you grow into someone who will be wiser, and smarter in who and what they want later on.
I was struggling with the shopping bags, trying to open the front door to the apartment. The phone buzzing in my pants wasn’t helping either. I held the bags with one hand, turning the key in the lock and opening the door. I entered the apartment, kicking the door closed and heading to the kitchen, placing the shopping bags there and fishing the cellphone out of my pocket. One missed call: Shannon.