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Top 10 Btvs Quotes

Buffy the Vampire Slayer is without question the defining piece of media of my life. I watched it as it aired all throughout my adolescence and it profoundly shaped my life and self in so many ways from big to small (hell, even the way I talk and randomly slap together prefixes and suffixes as a phrase called for can be traced back to Buffy).

While it has its issues, the show taught me to believe in myself, to keep going, to treasure my weirdness and the strange and awkward things that don’t fit are the best things about me and what makes me me. It showed me that superheroes come in all shapes and sizes, with and without capes, in and out of the spotlight. It defined the kind of person I wanted to be and I know there’s a whole generation of people that feel the same.

In honor of the 20th anniversary here’s a list of my personal top ten most meaningful Buffy quotes. There are a billion and fifty amazing, quotable moments and these aren’t even necessarily my favorite. These are the ones that meant the most to me, the ones that stuck with me and I think of when I need them.

“No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away and what’s left?”
“Me”


“I’m the thing the monsters have nightmares about.”


"Seize the moment, ‘cause tomorrow you might be dead.”


“To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy. It’s-it’s… it’s not done because people deserve it. It’s done because they need it.”


“I made it up. I’m making it all up. So what kind of hero does that make me?”


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“No guy is worth your life, not ever”


“When I say ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman.”


“I guess I just realized how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up, in a monumental fashion. And they have no purpose that unites them so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die… which they… they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They’re incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane. And yet, here’s the thing – when it’s something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they’re lame morons for fighting, but they do. They never… never quit. So I guess I will keep fighting too.”


“They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn’t chosen. To live so near the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.”


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“The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me.”

okay but picture jackson as a got7 fanboy. like imagine if he were an aghase instead of being in the group. doesn’t he seem like the type that would shout things like “ahh jinyoungie is so handsome” at the members in his high-pitched “cute” voice

Let’s talk about.... Riverdale.

It’s been a while since I wrote or actually made an article on my blog but
Two weeks ago, I discovered Riverdale. And good god I can’t get enough of it. As I was fangirling ( and snapping my reactions to my best friend ) through episode 6 today, I thought : “ Why not make a list of the people I suspect and why ? “ So here you go Riverdale’s fans, here’s my contribution.

RIVERDALE CHARACTERS AND WHAT WE KNOW/ DON’T KNOW ABOUT THEM / DO I SUSPECT THEM OR NOT

  #SPOILER ALERT


ARCHIE ANDREWS

( that jawline tho ) During the summer, Archie was working for his dad (#abs) and frickfracking with Mrs Grundy (#cougar). He obviously knew Jason bc football team and he actually has an aliby. He was with Mrs Grundy when the gunshot was fired. BUT we do know ;that the gunshot was fired by Dilton Doyley. And we don’t know what happened after that but I think they just headed home and he concentrated on his music to forget about the gunshot and knowing a fellow student was dead.

Do I suspect him : YES / NO / MAYBE

VERONICA LODGE 

I’ll be brief about Veronica. During the summer, she was probably still in New York, and never put a step in Riverdale before the start of the story 

Do I suspect her: YES / NO / MAYBE

BETTY COOPER

Damn gurl.
Here’s the thing about Betty. Every episode makes me question her. One episode I’m like “ of course she didn’t “ and one episode after I’m like “ yeeah, maybe she did. “ 
Betty Cooper is the image of the perfect daughter; good grades, casual clothes, not too popular. On the first episode, her mom gave her some medecine ( i don’t remember the name gosh ) and I looked up on the internet and it’s for helping focus and apparently well used in the USA by students. It also says that it can causes paranoia. Well, well, well. Official version is that Betty was doing an internship during the summer. But good god, I thought she was innocent until I saw the bathtub scene. Remember ? “ Say you’re sorry for what you did to me, Jason “. In the comics we know there was some feud between the sisters because of Jason so why not ? What if she couldn’t accept her sister being happy with him? Anyway, after episode 6 I have my doubts; she apparently didn’t knew about her sister’s condition and I’m starting to think she just snapped at Chuck because she was just so angry ( my little bean, too precious for this world. ) 

Do I suspect her : YES / NO / MAYBE

JUGHEAD JONES III

I just looooooove his character so much (Plus, Cole Sprouse, youknowwhatImean ) We know that this precious being was supposed to go on a road trip with Archie on the 4th of July, but Archie prefered his cougar, leaving the precious being alone. No aliby for him then. And I mean, what a plot twist would it be, you know, writing a book about the investigation of the murder you commited? Anyway, I don’t really think he is connected to the murder, I mean he barely knew Jason and let’s be honest, other things to think than killing a guy.

Do I suspect him : YES / NO / MAYBE

CHERYL BLOSSOM 

(#queenslayin ) At first, I thought she was only going to be a basic bitch character that we love to hate but she is so much more than that. She really did love her brother, and of course it makes her a suspect. Her family is clearly insane and her brother was a rock. She helped him go away BUT did she? Maybe she knew Polly was pregnant and that he was going to run away with her and she couldn’t stand it ? 

Do I suspect her : YES  / NO / MAYBE

POLLY COOPER 

Introduced to us in Episode 6, Polly was an interrogation point. We now know she was dating Jason, that she is pregnant with his child and that they were supposed to run away together, until Alice “mom of the year” Cooper decidet to incarcerate her. The theory that she was “sick” is wronged by Bughead finding the car she told them about. We know both Coopers and Lodges didn’t approve on the relationship but for now, that’s all we know but meh, I don’t think she’s guilty, I mean she really did love him i think.

Do I suspect her : YES / NO / MAYBE

THE COOPERS 

I’mma start with Mamma Bitch. I’m torn with this woman bc she is a complete ASS with Polly but actually trying to protect Betty. Still a bitch thought. She clearly hated Jason with all her guts, actually is “happy” that he is dead and she little chuckle she did when Betty accused her dad “ You think he would have the guts to do it ? “ 

Continuing with Pappa Bitch. We KNOW he stole the sheriff’s evidences and files. And I did put this picture for a reason. “ He’s missing “ you know like he knew that Jason was not dead. 
MY BIG THEORY for the Coopers : They never approved Jason and Polly relationship. When they found out about Polly’s pregnancy, they did their best to seperate them and when they found out about their plan to runaway together, they took care of Polly with the medical centre thing and I assume Alice told Hal to take care of things but maybe he didn’t have the guts ( so I’m assuming he was locked somewhere which will explain the frozen body and the marks on the wrists ? ) so Alice DID it ? 

Do I suspect them : HELL YES / NO / MAYBE 

THE BLOSSOMS 

Thoses two motherfuckers. You know that they’re evil. Penelope Blossom is a bitch to everyone and even Daddy Blossom enjoys himself taking Veronica down. They are pure evil. I’m pretty sure they both mentally and physically abuse Jason AND Cheryl. Mentally is proven , physically I mean, do you remember this magnificent BITCH SLAP ??!

I DO . AND I LOVED IT. 
Back to the Blossoms , my theory is pratically the same as the Coopers one, they didn’t approve Polly and Jason relationship and as they are so violent and crazy, they hunt it down, locked him away and killed him when he tried to escape ? Idk but even if they didn’t kill him they’re still guilty as shit for being such bad parents.

Do I suspect them : HELL YES / NO / MAYBE

AND I WOULD LIKE TO FINISH WITH MY FAVORITE THEORY, BROUGHT UP BY @pryderi ( see HERE )

ETHEL MUGGS 

Little character in the show you may say, but so many things could link to her. Let’s start with the beggining. First, there’s the football team book, with Ethel’s name show not once, not twice but FOUR TIMES. The first time, her name is linked to a guy named Thomas and after that, 3 times to Reggie. 

So, WHAT IF Reggie and Ethel actually dated for a while ? We can see at the end that Reggie probably “Dumped” her. But then again Ethel never mentioned Reggie but always about Chuck. 
Then comes the Bathtub scene at Ethel’s. Little bean is hiding and seems to enjoy the show. What I DID NOTICE on this scene is the hottub which was turning hot thanks to Betty BUT which could also be turn to cold water, REALLY cold ( Jason’s frozen body, anyone ? ) Also, Chuck was handcuffed to the bathtub ( Jason’s marks on his wrists?). 
Chuck got kicked out of the team , Jason’s dead, guess who’s now captain of the football team ? REGGIE
I first thought she was the one stealing Sheriff Keller’s room but then I was proved wrong, daddy bitch did it BUT she didn’t seemed to be at the school show so damn, who could have put the car on fire ? 
MY THEORY IS : Ethel is crazy in love with Reggie and wanted to get rid of Jason so that Reggie could be the king of Riverdale. I know this sounds crazy but her house or at least the bathtub is the only place I can see Jason’s body.

Do I suspect her : HELL YES / NO / MAYBE


Then again , there’s a lot of other characters but I couldn’t find something to write about them so maybe I’ll make updates after every episodes to keep my suspects list updated! Let me know what you think, who do you think killed Jason and why ?

Okay but I love that you can see Robin’s passion for the egos outside of the editing he does for Jack

Like, Robin didn’t HAVE to make that, but he did! And to top it off, the amount of references packed in there was insane!! He’s clearly just as much as a fan of all this as the rest of us, and I’m really happy to see that, because I always wondered if Robin ever tires of working on this ego stuff. I never want it to become a drag for him, or feel like he has to do it. He clearly loves all this stuff just as much as the rest of us and that’s AWESOME!!

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I guess I just realized how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up, in a monumental fashion. And they have no purpose that unites them so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die. Which they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They’re incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane. And yet, here’s the thing…when it’s something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they’re lame morons for fighting, but they do. They never, never quit. So I guess I will keep fighting too.

another meme I will never finish | [9/10] tv shows ♡ b u f f y  t h e  v a m p i r e  s l a y e r
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“The odd thing is, Harry,” he said softly, “that it may not have meant you at all. Sibyll’s prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom.”

Lumberjack AU

At first Barry doesn’t recognize the man with the beard. Thinking how riddiculous it was for his father to hire help when his son was the fastest man alive, and if he needed help chopping wood Barry would’ve been there in five minutes, one phonecall away.

Then he meets the man’s eyes and he almost chokes on air.
“Snart!?”

You know that scene when Barry visits his dad in that little cabin…
Well…

Snart is on the run from the law and in a secluded part of the world he finds Henry allen, keeping a low profile after being cleared of murdering his wife.
Henry recognizes Snart from prison, Snart lies and says he’s just trying to find a job somewhere no one will recognize him and Henry being the nice man he is decides to give snart a job! Helping him around the cabin with shores like chopping wood, until he can get back on his feet. Leonard realizes this is a good hiding spot and the two men kinda become friends, having the same kind of experiences and liking the quiet. They have a descent time, but then Barry comes to visit his dad…

Flowers In Darkness: Chapter 4

Ch 1     Ch 2     Ch 3

Pairings: Logicality/eventual Prinxiety

Warnings: Death, mention of gruesome murder (there’s a bad dude who did bad things being judged, and Logan’s punishment is uh…pretty graphic, but this is a Greek Mythology AU so it’s in keeping with the source content)

Chapter Four: Cold and Judgement

Virgil paced nervously, glancing between the clock and Roman, who was idly strumming a tune on his harp. Patton was late. He always met with them at this time every day. It was one of the few times he could get away from Demeter, and the three of them looked forward to it. In all the time they had known each other, Patton had never been late. Not once. And he was extremely late today.

“What do you think happened to him?” Roman stopped playing at Virgil’s quiet question, and the Muse shared a sad look with him.

“You know what happened. His mother probably went batshit insane when she heard Logan was sniffing around her baby boy, so she’s got him under lock and key again. Who knows when he’ll see freedom again?”

“It’s so unfair.” Virgil muttered, scowling at the floor.

“Life often is, or so the mortals say.” Demeter’s voice sounded from the doorway, and the pleasant tone of her voice immediately put both of them on edge. Roman covered beautifully, offering her a beaming smile.

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The Extreme // Jason Dean Imagine

a/n: this is a public announcement that you can tag me in anything (ESPECIALLY ANYTHING JASON DEAN) cool thanks. Also, this imagine is kinda long, sorry about that I just got carried away with writing lol.

Jason Dean x reader

It was 7th period Classic Literature class and you were already bored out of your mind. Everything that spilled out of your teacher’s, Mr. Winderberg’s, mouth was just barely grazing the surface of the truth behind the work you were studying, which just happened to be The Cask of Amontillado, a work by Edgar Allen Poe that you knew very well.

“See, the main character, Montresor, is clearly insane and therefore the murder of his victim, Fortunato, is justified due to the fact that Montresor is insane,” your teacher said in his forever monotone voice.

You couldn’t help it, a laugh slipped out of you and every student in the room turned to face you. 

“Excuse me, Miss y/l/n?” Your teacher asked, clearly annoyed by the interruption. Mr. Winderberg was known for being a nasty and unfair teacher, so it was obvious he was going to try to make you look like a fool by calling you out in front of the entire class.

“Anything you would like to share with the class?” He asked you, an obvious rhetorical question. However, you were very open to sharing the truth behind the story that your teacher was very obviously butchering. 

“Actually, I would,” you said, standing up and making your way to the front of the classroom.

You stood behind the podium with a smug confidence that sparked the interest of a certain dark haired boy sitting in the very back of the classroom, all the way in the right corner of the room. Usually, Jason Dean never pays attention in class, but when an assertive and pretty girl marches up to the podium without invitation from the teacher, he can’t help but be curious. 

You cleared your throat and not one pair of eyes in the room was not glued on you.

“So, to make this short, Montresor is actually a completely sane individual. He kills his former friend and acknowledges the consequences that come along with murder. But does he care? Nah, he’s too driven by his intense craving for revenge. He knew exactly what he was doing when he was killing Fortunato, he just didn’t care.  Does that make him a total ass wipe? Yeah it does, but it doesn’t make him insane. Therefore, Fortunato’s death isn’t justified.” You said without taking a breath.

After your little speech, the room was dead silent as the kids tried to process the information you just spurred. Mr. Winderberg was staring bullets at you when suddenly, you heard a slow clapping from the back of the room.

Everyone whipped their heads around to see where the noise came from, and there sat none other than Jason Dean, with an impressed smirk on his face, slowly clapping his hands together.

“Ya gotta give it to her Kevin,” he said, calling the teacher by his first name which earned a few surprised gasps from the preppy kids in class, “she knows what she’s talking about. Seems to know it even better than you do.” he said directly addressing the teacher with a defiant look on his face.

You grinned at him from behind Mr. Winderberg and you wondered to yourself how you had never noticed him before. He was tall, brooding, obviously easy on the eyes, and agreed with your intellectual outbursts- just your type.

Mr. Winderberg’s face was now as red as a tomato as he said angrily, “both of you, detention, NOW.”

You rolled your eyes, god forbid you try to explain your opinion in a classroom setting because if you do, this is what happens, you get in trouble.

You grabbed your bookbag and walked with your new detention buddy out of the room.

As soon as you were out of ear shot of the classroom, the boy next to you stopped walking and instead leaned against the wall in the hallway.

“Jason Dean, call me JD,” he said, offering you a calloused hand to shake. You took it timidly, it wasn’t every day you met a teenager who introduces themselves through handshake. 

‘I’m-” right before you were about to tell him your name he stopped you.

“Y/n Y/l/n, I know,” he said with the same smirk he had from the class before.

You took a single step closer to him,”How’d you know that?” you asked him smugly.

He shrugged and a sly smile spread across his face. “Kinda hard to ignore the most witty and gorgeous girl in class,” he said without a hint of nervousness in his voice. Confidence was sexy, and he was showcasing loads of it.

You couldn’t help but grin at his flirty comment, and take another step closer to him. His dark green eyes burned holes into you with his intense stare and you licked your lips, hoping to draw his attention to them, which worked. He glanced down at your lips and then quickly back up to your eyes, raising his eyebrows, an invitation for you to talk next.

“You don’t think my speech was a bit too dramatic? Too extreme perhaps?” You ask with a laugh, not really caring if the kids in the classroom next to you heard you.

He shook his head slowly, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“Darling, the extreme always seems to make an impression,” he said steadily. 

His almost poetic way of speaking made your heart race and the dark green of his eyes pulled you closer to him until you were standing nose to nose.

“Uh, we should probably get to detention, shouldn’t we sweetheart?” he teased, obviously knowing you had other things than detention on your mind. 

Laughing, you got even closer to him, the smell of his cologne giving you a sudden burst of confidence.

Slowly, you leaned in and kissed him tenderly, drawing out the kiss and backing away as soon as he leaned in for more. 

He groaned, leaning his head back against the wall when he knew that you were just going to keep messing with him unless you got out of here soon to have some real fun.

He closed his eyes and hummed, thinking to himself of a place you could escape to together.

“Wanna go get a slushie?” he offered.

You nodded, slipping your hand into his as he led you out of the front doors of Westerberg high school.

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t.v shows: buffy the vampire slayer

i guess i just realized how amazingly screwed up [humans] all are. i mean, really, really screwed up, in a monumental fashion. and they have no purpose that unites them so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die ⏤ which they ⏤ they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. they’re incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. they kill each other, which is clearly insane. and yet, here’s the thing ⏤ when it’s something that really matters, they fight. i mean, they’re lame morons for fighting, but they do. they never ⏤ never quit. so i guess i will keep fighting too.

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Collection of wips from my twitter! And the reason why I’m so quiet with art now and why by the end of January I’ll probably go insane from all the coloring that needs to be done on this huge ridiculously overdetailed thing for school.

I keep thinking about how it needs to be bigger and have more details but I don’t think both my hands and my laptop are capable of that without exploding :c

Lunch break well-used. Here’s the drabble from this post. Tagging @destieldrabblesdaily​ since the anon was sent to u.


The distinct hum of the Impala’s tires reminds Sam they’ll need a new set soon, and knowing Dean, they won’t be cheap. Of course, his brother already knows that—as he likes to bitch and moan for hours about the cost of keeping the Impala in prime condition.

The drive to Jefferson, GA for their next hunt is long and uneventful. Sam debates bringing up the few to-do items creeping up on them: car repairs, bunker repairs, ammo restocking, and they could really use a new—

“I am not having this conversation again!” Dean shouts at the windshield.

Confused, Sam turns to face his older brother. “Um, what conversation?”

Dean lets out a huff, faces Sam briefly, putting on his best ‘Can-you-believe-this-shit?’ expression. “Like you know everything!”

He opens his mouth to respond when Dean rolls his eyes. Utterly flummoxed, Sam hesitantly says, “…I don’t.”

“Right.” Dean nods, pointing at nothing. “Right!?

In the midst of wondering what in the hell he’s missing, Dean throws both arms in the air and growls. “You’re not going on this hunt and that’s the goddamn end of it!”

Considering he happens to be the one driving them to the hunt, he’s now very very confused. He slows down for the sole purpose of narrowing his eyes at Dean and paying less attention to the road.

Dean bows his head and covers his face with his hands. He’s clearly upset. Or… insane? Sam’s not sure and he’s sort of afraid to find out. From behind the wall of his palms, Dean’s words come out muffled, “Would you just tell him, Sammy?”

Oh, Jesus. Dean is obviously seeing delusions. This isn’t good, nope, not at all. He’s cautious when he opens his mouth, “Um, tell-tell who Dean?”

Shooting upright, Dean glares at him and points hard at his own temple. “This dumbass!”

Sam can feel his eyes bulge. He stares, wondering if he should go for the knife they’ve got tucked under the seat. “I think maybe we should—”

“Oh, please! Don’t make excu—Stop INTERRUPTING ME!

“I didn’t, I don’t…” Sam fumbles for words. “What the hell is going on?” he wonders, a whisper of a question that’s more meant for the ether than Dean directly.

All at once, Dean folds over his legs and sighs. At this point, Sam pulls over. Something is wrong.

Seconds pass and his concern spikes, but just before he takes action, he hears Dean’s low whisper. “Because I love you and if you get hurt… I can’t…” there’s a giant, weighted pause, and then, “I just can’t, okay.” The whole time Dean rubs over his head, and it’s a peculiar gesture for Dean—not unexpected, just simply… peculiar. As if he’s comforting himself.

It hits Sam finally. Dean was never arguing with him to begin with. He’d been having a conversation with Cas the whole time. Via prayer, apparently.

Dean nods to the dashboard when he sits back against the seat. He shakes his head, turns to his brother and says, “So… Cas is gonna meet us in Jefferson.”

Sam can’t help but ask, “Um, so how often do you guys, uhh, talk like that?”

His brother’s green eyes fixate on the ceiling before they close. “Few times a day. Why?”

“Huh.” Sam wonders about all the times Dean’s said something out of the blue and realizes it may not have always been out of the blue. And then he remembers the time Dean smacked his own thigh in the middle of breakfast and cried out, “My god, you’re dirty!” At the time, Sam figured it was due to the fact they’d just gotten back from hunt and both of them were disgusting; unshaven and rocking three days without a shower. Now, he’s pretty sure that comment was not directed at him. And frankly, he’s disturbed.

“What?” Dean glares at him, upset and flustered.

“Nothing, nothing. Umm, you guys don’t, like, have prayer sex or anything do you?”

Dean scrunches his face, and punches Sam on the shoulder, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?!”

Yeah, he knows his brother though. “Right. So that’s a yes.” The older Winchester rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You are so going to hell again,” says Sam.

Dean laughs. “Yeah, probably.”

wow you guys so the harry potter sequel is pretty wild huh

steve bannon: lord voldemort (the dark lord)

donald trump: pius thicknesse (the stooge/front man/minister who does what he’s told and has no brain)

mike pence: lucius malfoy (the outwardly respectable smooth talking just as evil dick)

paul ryan: igor karkaroff (pretends to be decent and responsible, total suck up, will absolutely stab you in the back)

kellyanne conway: bellatrix lestrange (the devoted female death eater who is clearly insane)

sean spicer: the daily prophet (literally just prints lies and doesn’t care)

reince priebus: peter pettigrew (snivelling little sidekick who clearly sold out whatever principles he had for this job)

betsy de vos: dolores umbridge (literally do i even need to say more)

The Phantom Of The Opera — Broadway {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ Your number, sir? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration we greet the victorious throng.   ❜❜
  • ❛❛  We are rehearsing. If you wouldn’t mind waiting a moment?  ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Tonight, rejoice - your army has come home. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Always has his/her head in the clouds, I’m afraid. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye. Remember me once in a while - please promise me you’ll try. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Don’t think about the things which might have been. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Think of the things we’ll never do. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You did well. He will be pleased. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Where in the world have you been hiding? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Father once spoke of an angel… I used to dream he’d appear…  ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Somehow I know they’re always with me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ you must have been dreaming… stories like this can’t come true. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This is one visit I would prefer to make unaccompanied. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Ignorant fool! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Stay by my side, guide me! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My power over you grows stronger yet… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Those who have seen your face draw back in fear… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Who was that shape in the shadows? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Now you cannot ever be free. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Fear can turn to love - you’ll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster.   ❜❜
  • ❛❛ No one likes a debtor, so it’s better if my orders are obeyed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Who the hell is he/she? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ He/she is clearly quite insane! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s useless trying to appease me! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Think of how they all adore you! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Is this ghost an angel or a madman? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’d never get away with all this in a play. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This is a game you cannot hope to win!  ❜❜
  • ❛❛ A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ So, it is to be war between us. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband’s absence. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ To the roof. We’ll be safe there. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It was an accident. Simply an accident. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Don’t take me back there! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Say you need me with you, now and always… promise me that all you say is true - that’s all I ask of you… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ All I want is freedom. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Say you love me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ All our fears are in the past. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why is it secret? What have we to hide? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Please, let’s not fight. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What are you afraid of? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can only hope you’ll understand in time. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Did you think that I had left you for good? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’ve seen something, haven’t you? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ He/she escaped. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ They never found him. It was said he had died. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The world forgot them, but I never can. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You think I’m blind? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The answer is staring us in the face. ❜❜ 
  • ❛❛ If you succeed, you free us all. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Fear my fury. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You resist, yet your soul obeys. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We had such hopes and now those hopes are shattered. ❜❜

✧    AHS   :   ASYLUM   PROMPTS   !  

*  A MIXTURE OF AHS ASYLUM PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
  • Do you think I’m full of shame and regret for what I’ve done now, Sister?
  • Mental illness is the fashionable explanation for sin.
  • There is no God. Not a God who would create the things I saw.
  • Your story about little green men? That won’t do here.
  • They weren’t human. They were monsters.
  • All monsters are human. You’re a monster.
  • Let me give you fair warning: I’ll always win against the patriarchal male.
  • I’ve dealt with bigger monsters than you, ______.
  • I have a cucumber in my room. But not because I was hungry.
  • Might we speak privately about the conditions here?
  • Conditions? What conditions might those be?
  • Bend me over a bread rack and pound me into shape!
  • Please. I just want to feel the sun on my skin. I’ll do anything.
  • You’re a dirty little slut with a poisonous tongue.
  • The times may have changed, ________, but the nature of evil has not.
  • I admired her purity. Her innocence. I never had any, even as a boy. 
  • Now? But the Christians are about to be eaten!
  • You tried to fly away, so I had to clip your wings. ‘
  • Are the police pursuing a case against him?
  • Just a moment. Where are you getting this information?
  • But there’s mounting evidence that this man is a war criminal.
  • When I was a child, I’d come home after school to an empty house.
  • I certainly hope you’re not blaming yourself.
  • Skin to skin contact. That’s what I was craving, that’s what I was missing.
  • When they arrived here, these patients were less than men..
  • Now, because of me, they’re more than human.
  • I know everything. I’m the Devil.
  • I come when I’m called. That’s what I do, _____.
  • What do you take me for, an idiot? Huh?
  • You might expect to remain in irons for the rest of your life.
  • Are you ready for me?
  • Well, I don’t want to be in your shitty picture, then.
  • Rubies are the most glamorous of all.
  • I knew someday I’d meet someone who was worthy of their exceptional beauty.
  • Look how beautiful they are on me. They bring out the rose in my cheeks.
  • I don’t believe in God. But I do believe in evil.
  • So you’ll spend the next couple days here, reflecting on your behavior.
  • How can I reflect when my hand’s tied down?
  • There’s going be some changes around here, starting with that.
  • If you’re not going to tell me then I’ll just have to find out for myself, won’t I?
  • Just remember if you look in the face of evil, evil’s gonna look right back at you.
  • You don’t have any idea of what I’m capable of.
  • So I guess you’ve had a pretty great life, huh?
  • It’s about to end. You get that, right?
  • Babycakes, I’m only just starting to toy with you.
  • You’re one tough cookie, you know that?
  • Every time I think about her, I wanna do things! Bad things!
  • I want it burned down and the Earth salted!
  • I’m goddamn plucky, remember?
  • At the very worst, I’ll live a long life in prison.
  • I’m clearly insane. I’ll be institutionalized.
  • God knows, there are some disturbed individuals behind bars.
  • You have no idea what it means to have lost you.
  • Why didn’t I listen to you? Why was I so stubborn?
  • Should I confess and walk away from my beloved Church and my dream?
  • You think they’d allow you to continue your barbaric practice?
  • I’m struggling with whether I should renounce my vows.
  • I tried to resist, but I don’t know where else to turn.
  • They’ll take you, open up your head, and stir your brain with a fork. 
  • She’s destroyed you. And now she’s destroyed me.
  • They tied me up and paraded me in front of a judge.
  • Are they family heirlooms?
  • I don’t want to be any part of your damn lie. 
  • I can either cut your throat or I can strangle you. I don’t believe in guns. 
  • I’ve succeeded beyond my wildest imagination.  
  • And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold. And stiff.
  • Normally, by now, I would’ve removed the skin and head.
  • You can begin by kissing her cold lips. Don’t worry. She won’t bite.
  • You’re gonna write about this. You’re gonna win a Pulitzer Prize.
  • I just want to go outside for fifteen minutes in the sun.

That’s definitely a confirmation that babies do nothing at all for me.

Ryan Hawley, a man as handsome as you can get, holding a tiny baby should make me swoon.

Nope, nothing at all. I’m more for the character development before the eventual Xmas downfall whatever that may be.