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Nick: “Uh, do you guys see any unfriendly folks?”
Griffin: “Going to this completely doo-doo house we’re going to? No, strangely enough theres not a lot of competition.”
Russ:
“Actually yeah it’s kinda quiet!”
Nick:
“It’s a good house!”
Griffin:
“It’s a good house! It’s a good ONE house! Yeah, maybe there’ll be fuckin, four, four M4s in here and four snipers and WHOA! There’s four 8x scopes and four med kits and there’s- Four of everything! Just in this ONE house! Four suits and four machine guns and FOUR TROPHIES! You just pick em up and you already won! So we all already won! In this one, fuckin house that’s alone by itself. One. House.”

TRUE DETECTIVE (SEASON ONE) STARTERS.
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  • kind of a strange guy, huh?
  • don’t be assholes. you want to hear this or not?
  • you know, i’ve seen all the different types.
  • we all fit a certain category.
  • i was just a regular-type dude with a big-ass dick.
  • a smart guy who’s steady is hard to find. 
  • i’d offer you a seat, but uh…
  • past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing.
  • this is gonna happen again. or it’s happened before.
  • you get that from one of your books?
  • listen, this is a stupid time to mention this, but you got to come to dinner.
  • there’s nothing i can do about it. maybe not today. maybe not tomorrow. 
  • i’m gonna have a drink.
  • people out here, it’s like they don’t even know the outside world exists.
  • might as well be living on the fucking moon.
  • can i ask you something? you’re a christian, yeah?
  • i believe that people shouldn’t talk about this kind of shit at work.
  • look, i’d consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, i’m what’s called a pessimist.
  • i’m bad at parties.
  • i think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.
  • huh. that sounds god-fucking-awful, ___.
  • i wouldn’t go around spouting that shit if i was you. 
  • people around here don’t think that way. i don’t think that way.
  • so what’s the point of getting out of bed in the morning?
  • i get a bad taste in my mouth out here.
  • i got an idea. let’s make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.
  • what should i bring for dinner?
  • when you’re at my house, i want you to chill the fuck out.
  • i’m not some kind of maniac, all right? i mean, for fuck’s sake.
  • fuck that prick.
  • we’ll lake two large long Island iced teas, please.
  • what kind of tits does she have?
  • you get pills pretty easy?
  • this place is like somebody’s memory of the town, and the memory’s fading.
  • stop saying shit like that. it’s unprofessional.
  • you get any sleep last night?
  • i don’t sleep. i just dream.
  • you believe in ghosts?
  • i’m gonna have to call a little timeout, make a beer run.
  • why is this so important to you all of a sudden?
  • she was high. fucked up.
  • what the hell? you can barely stand up.
  • i don’t drink ‘cause I’ve had trouble with it before.
  • have some more coffee and just try to make 10 minutes of conversation.
  • people change, relationships change.
  • i believe that shit leads to cancer.
  • then start asking the right fucking questions.


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when Jaal goes down on Ryder and you don’t know if he’s gonna be okay or not because this is a new species and Mordin has made you permanently paranoid about all the things that can go wrong with alien fuckin and you hope he doesn’t get an allergic reaction and die for trying to treat Ryder right

Yo if a family member decides to trust you enough to come out to you and you alone, don’t fuckin think its your job to call them out in front of the entire family when they haven’t even come out publicly yet. Not only is it not your business, you also break the trust and relationship bewteen you and that person. Its really scary coming out to your family and to just treat it like its nothing and start shooting your mouth off about it when you know damn well that person has voiced their converns about the family is terrible. Even if your mad at them or “trying to help out.” Just stop, think and take their feelings into consideration please.

anonymous asked:

yall leave the fuckin void alone

Oh gosh, what a sweet gesture! Are you willing to be my bodyguard- er, conceptguard? I can pay you in asteroids and bones…

What The Signs Are Thinking About at Any given Moment
  • Aries: That Cole wouldn't have died easy
  • Taurus: That Liam didn't know his brother was dead until they told him
  • Gemini: How Ruby had to flick through the pictures again and again to figure out which brother it was
  • Cancer: Liam Stewart crying into the phone after hearing the news
  • Leo: How Clancy Gray manipulated Cole into dying
  • Virgo: That Liam really loved his brother just like Cole loved him
  • Libra: Someone would have had to tell Cate that Cole had died
  • Scorpio: That Clancy was probably counting the minutes until he found out Cole had died
  • Sagittarius: How Cole could have made any small change in his plan he might have survived
  • Capricorn: That after everything he had done Cole wouldn't ever see the world he fought so hard to create
  • Aquarius: Liam and his parents at Cole's funeral
  • Pisces: COLE FUCKIN STEWART DYING ALONE

Cabin Fever

Requested by the lovely futuremrsjaicourtney1995.

“Are you fuckin kidding me?!” Eric snapped at Max as he paced back in forth in Max’s apartment. You sat back on the couch crossing your arms as you watch Eric explode with anger.

“I can’t take anymore shit from you two.” Max said pointing to you and Eric.

“It’s not my fault! He is always picking on me and I’m not just going to stand there and take it.” You defended.

“I’m not picking on you! Quick whining like a baby…you will never be Dauntless with that attitude.” Eric barked at you rolling his eyes.

“Eric shut up!” Max shouted.

“I’m not doing this.” Eric said defiantly.

“Yes you will. You did it before when you and Tom did not get along and now he is one of our top leaders and your friend. You two will learn to get along. I can’t have any more disruption in my faction because of you two.”

Eric looked over at you with disgust. You glared back with just as much contempt. Three fuckin days in a cabin with this prick. How in the hell will you make it through without killing him?

“Go pack. I want you two out of here within the hour.” Max ordered you both.

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Strangers in the Night

He waited, silent and unseen, a massive shadow poised on the edge of the roof, watching.

He’d been tracking the criminal for a few blocks, knowing that any moment he’d slip, he’d show his true colors and go for the target he’d been tailing. Raph didn’t know if he wanted the woman’s purse or her overall, but he wasn’t allowing the bastard to take either, an anxious twitch making his fingers curl near the sai tucked in to his belt. He could see the unease on the woman’s face, as if she’d become privy to the fact that someone was following her, shaking his head as she glanced back and quickened her stride once she noticed the familiar form just a few steps behind her. The man started moving faster, trying to catch up to her, and the resounding echo of her high heels clicking across the pavement made her fearful flight all the more notable. There weren’t many people around, the alley she’d opted to cut through dark enough that he could work without being seen too clearly, her would be attacker gaining on her.

Raph didn’t pay attention to the fact that she’d stopped at the mouth of the alley, that she’d looked back when she couldn’t hear the footfalls trailing after her any longer. He’d dropped down, hand snatching the criminal up by his throat, giving the woman the sight of someone larger than life holding the assailant off the ground. He heard a gasp, her footfalls disappearing as she continued running again, and Raph grinned, glad that she was gone. She didn’t need to see what was coming.

“Anyone ever tell ya that women hate it when creepy assholes try stalkin’ ‘em? Learn a little fuckin’ respect, yeah?”

Predictably the man fumbled to pull a knife from the pocket of his jacket, the blade glinting as it rushed out towards him, the simple grab of a massive hand around the man’s wrist halting the oncoming blow. Raph gave a hard squeeze, not enough to break any bones, but damn sure enough to hurt, the blade clattering noisily to the ground.

“Had my eye on ya for blocks. Wouldn’t be hard for me to keep tailin’ ya. Follow ya home. Be fair, wouldn’t it? Stalkin’ ya, givin’ ya a taste of yer own medicine.”

Raph launched the man at the nearest wall, hearing the thud and the wheeze as the wind was knocked out of the criminal’s lungs. He stood nearby, brandishing his sai with a terrifying twirl, watching the human’s eyes grow wide with fear.

“Word of advice, unless ya want me doin’ worse than what ya just got…stop bein’ a fuckin’ crook. Or I’ll find ya and it ain’t gonna be pretty.”

The man nodded, muttering out a string of terrified apologies before he stumbled to his feet, running down the alley in the opposite direction that his victim had gone, leaving Raph presumably alone.

“Fuckin’ child’s play,” he said, grinning and shaking his head at how easy it could be to scare a criminal straight, tucking his sai in to his belt and a toothpick between his teeth.

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