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oh this outlast trials update is such bullshit /pos
one day i’ll actually come back and write here again HAHAHA
okay it’s officially summer break… what if i actually wrote again HCKDHFLDN
@andflair said : 〝 i can’t believe you got banned for life. it’s kinda hot. 〞
truthfully, whizzer is finding it difficult to not actually get upset about this. nobody forced him to fight; nobody forced him to fight to win. winning used to be nothing to him, but he wasn't about to lose a fight he only started to impress entertain marvin. whizzer wins, but his opponent gets a few good kicks in, and whizzer leaves with marvin looking less than his best. on top of that, the bartender was sure to snap a nice picture of both whizzer and the man he was fighting for the establishment’s wall of fame. and marvin makes jokes. it isn’t surprising behavior- normally, it’s cute- but right now, it only makes it harder for whizzer to not get angry at him.
they’re walking back to their place and whizzer can feel blood trickling from his nostril and over his lip. he stops marvin, starts undoing his horrible knit tie as he replies: 〝 i’m glad you’re happy. i liked that place. 〞 his tone is dry as he speaks and once marvin’s tie is free from his neck, whizzer uses it to dab at the blood coming from his nose ( if he’s lucky, it’ll stain, and he’ll finally be free of the thing ). 〝 and i hope you enjoyed it, ‘cause i’m not doing it again. i shouldn’t have even done it this time- how and why do i let you talk me into stupid shit, huh? 〞 he tries to keep a terse tone but one look at marvin and the corners of his mouth twitch upwards; he tries to hide his smile behind the tie as he keeps it held to his nose. 〝 you’re a bad influence, marvin. i don't think we should hang out anymore! 〞

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@andflair said : 〝 you’re sick 〞
wouldn’t it be nice if, just for once, michael could mind his own fucking business? instead of feeling the need to make his bullshit opinions known to anyone that will listen (or even to those that won’t; the fat snake loves to hear himself talk), is it too much to ask that michael simply appreciate how hard trevor tries to be a good host to him, despite their tricky situation? letting mike crash at his place instead of forcing him to stay at a fleabag motel, happily providing food and drink and asking for nothing in return, but no, it isn’t good enough for him. it’s too hot, too dirty, too meth-riddled and blood-stained. too trevor. the city has made michael into an ungrateful fucking snob. trevor turns his attention from the leftovers he was in the middle of preparing– again, for michael, the dickhead– and shoots his friend(?) a dirty look: eyes narrow, nose scrunches, split lips curl into a snarl.
〝 oh, that’s fuckin’ rich, coming from you. don’t act so high and fuckin’ mighty, alright? this– 〞 trevor pulls the spoon in hand from the concoction in bowl before him, bits of the visceral stew dripping off the utensil as he waves it about idly. 〝 this– the desert, and this lab, and my life– maybe ain’t your cup of tea, but it’s mine, alright? it’s all mine. and i didn’t have to sell out my friends to get any of it. 〞 gaze returns to the blend of meats and organs trevor calls food but attention really remains on michael, tone remaining bitter as he continues talking. 〝 you ain’t better than me, mike. just a different kinda sick. 〞
and that’s maybe the nicest way he can say it. a different kind of sick. trevor is the fuck anything that moves, cut anything that bleeds type of sick. michael is the fuck over everyone you know, eat your fucking heart out type of sick. trevor’s illness landed him broke and alone in the desert. michael’s landed him with their ludendorff money in a big house in rockford hills. the disease eating at trevor has been gnawing away at him his entire life. michael seems to just now be experiencing the effects of his. trevor looks back at michael and– jesus, he’s old. they both are. a fucking decade lost to michael’s sickness. trevor scoffs, haphazardly drops the bowl of slop on the table before michael. 〝 whatever. eat. or don’t. i don’t give a shit. 〞
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“Betrayed by my own butt yet again.”
“Can you explain memes to me?”
“Contrary to popular belief, penguins are… birds.”
“Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?”
“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I swear to god if you cry again.”
“Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash.”
“Here’s to bad decisions and relaxed moral values.”
“How’s the…… jeeeeeeeeeesus?”
“I am a happy little cheese monster.”
“I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”
“I don’t want your stupid fruit leather.”
“I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding in per day. Filling quotas.”
“It’s called ‘string cheese’ and not ‘chompy cheese’ for a reason.”
“I’ll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope that nobody talks to me.”
“I’m so many levels of irony deep I’ve forgotten what humour is.”
“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”
“Mothman is bullshit.”
“My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a Saturday.”
“OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE.”
“See you in class… bitch.”
“Sharks are tight.”
“So, you ever kill a man?”
“Stop being so desperate to please your hot friend.”
“That… that is a good butt.”
“The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
“This ice cream cake is my new boyfriend.”
“This is where I come to masturbate.”
“Wait, I’m a wreck.”
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”
“You can never be too careful. See that baby in that stroller over there? Government operative.”
“Your face… is… good.”
“Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”
@andpassion ( 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐑 ) : ❝ did i do something ? ❞
JEALOUSY IS A DISEASE ; MARVIN'S CASE IS FATAL ! from head to toe / from fingernails biting through fabric into his own hips to feet fighting to stay anchored [still, he tiptoes towards tantrum] of course there are others , that has [certainly] never been a secret (whizzer gratingly reminds, whizzer obnoxiously taunts) but jesus , have a little bit of tact ! is that so hard , whizzer ? apparently so , whizzer !
chest tightens and aches at sight of unfamiliar (irritatingly new) hickeys [marvin wants to laugh ; hickeys ! tsh . really ? how ridiculous , how immature , how high - school show - off , how goddamn infuriating when they outnumber the ones left by you] each mocks , each pushes marvin towards the edge , and the temptation to dive head - first into an argument [one they've had a multitude of times before] is all too tempting ; it's the promise of a fight / a game marvin simply cannot sit out on .
“ something . (he echoes!) hm . ” mouth pulled into a spiteful line , muttered sneer contradicts act of feigned composure did i do something ... ha ! something is a funny name for a man and , oh he just can't help himself , “ someone , clearly . ”
no effort has ever been made to hide whizzer’s preferred lifestyle ; while he’s never sat marvin down to explain how ( or why ) he prefers to keep his options open, even he doesn’t truly think marvin stupid enough to believe their relationship has ever been closed and exclusive – especially considering the circumstances of their getting together. this makes it all the more frustrating when these tantrums regarding the subject come along.
whizzer sees it coming as soon as he walks through marvin’s door, the tell-tale signs of an impending explosion far too recognizable. the door opens, marvin looks him over, and a sour look washes over him. it’s mean. it’s ugly. it’s enough to make whizzer consider turning right back around. still, against his better judgement, he walks past marvin and into the home, sheds his jacket and drapes it over the back of the couch.
❝ don’t be childish, marvin. ❞ a sing-songy lilt to his voice, whizzer circles the sofa and sits, turning to look at marvin as he continues. ❝ if you’ve got an issue, i’m more than happy to talk like adults. if you’re capable of it. ❞ latter bit is muttered to himself, though perhaps not quietly enough. a few stray crumbs catch his eye on the couch cushion next to him, and he can’t help but scoff as he brushes them off. [ does marvin never clean this place himself? how embarrassing. ] ❝ but i’m not going to entertain another fit, ❞ voice returns to normal pitch and volume, albeit with a condescending tone present. ❝ so we can talk about it, or we can not talk about it. ❞
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 ; an oath to never return severed , just as he had believed intended for all ties to the past to have been . one fuck - up ━━━ one unaccounted for ━━━ brings judas back to face his judgement .
they stand completely still amongst the dead [the real & eternal / the newly discovered & final puzzle piece / the since risen] in a world becalmed , an antithesis of los santos' bountiful distractions to hide behind as they're made to face the truth laid at their feet . gusts of freezing wind cut across his face and sting his eyes , but so much as a mere blink or twitch could prove fatal as both stand poised to shoot . finger on the trigger , aim steady : he stares down the man ahead / TREVOR'S A TACTLESS & WILD ANIMAL , ALWAYS HAS BEEN ( reflection of michael's imagination is mirrored back in granite headstone reading townley ... he doesn't see it . ) THAT'S WHY HE HAD TO GO .
HE AIN'T DYING HERE , not in this town . no fuckin' chance . the only possible witness as to what's to come is the silent exhumed [...] this could all be put to rest , once and for all , “ I DIDN'T WANT IT TO COME TO THIS . ”
@andpassion for trevor philips
IT WAS INEVITABLE. the foreshadow of this showdown casts all the way back to a smoking flare and an unfortunate case of ‘ wrong place, wrong time ’. he easily could have fired the flare off in michael's skull, it easily could have been trevor's body rotting in the snow [ how many times have they almost put each other in the ground? ] .
the cold bites at trevor's face but he burns too hot to feel it, his entire being trembling with a decade-old rage. fucking michael. neither angel nor demon ; he's fucking judas reincarnate. he took his silver, kissed their cheeks and happily watched as the romans dragged them to the cross. at least judas had the decency to punish himself for his crimes.
“ bullshit! you're just too much of a pussy to actually do anything! ” trevor adjusts his stance, his empty and fucking useless piece of SHIT pistol suddenly feeling incredibly foreign in his hand. he's suddenly sixteen, aiming to kill for the first time. his eyes cast downwards. “ but i'm not. now pull the fucking trigger! ”
blaze your way down the rebel path. 🔥

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@roundelay said : what’s going on in that head of yours?
"well, nothing's changed since the last time you asked me..." a roundabout, backhanded way of saying absolutely nothing, ask me a third time and i just might explode. this job and everything, everything about it continues to suck the life out of him. he would leave it behind, take all his unfinished songs and unwritten ideas and tell bungee to shove it as he leaves – if he didn't need it so desperately. he could at least tolerate the berating if his work were acceptable, but if it fails to meet the standards of a goddamn kids' show, it must really be unlistenable.
...but none of that is roger's fault. what right does he have taking his frustrations out on a man so effortlessly perfect, inside and out? ( he stands as a striking contrast to gordon's short temper, his even shorter stature and pudgy stomach. if nothing else, they stand to prove that opposites really do attract ) time and time again, he pulls gordon back from the edge, and time and time again, gordon bats his kindness away. why is he such an ass? he groans, presses his palms to his eyes before dragging his hands down his face.
"i'm sorry. i'm sorry, i'm just stuck." hands fall into his lap, right hand knocking against his knee as his leg bounces restlessly. "this was supposed to be done a week ago," gordon nods to the half-empty score before him. "and he's on my ass about it, rhoda's on my ass, the song sounds like ass and i have nowhere to go with it, i mean, this," fingers return to piano keys, if only to haphazardly plink out a few discordant notes. "this– it's shit! i had a song, and i've lost it. if this trash costs me my job, i might really lose it."
@pointshoot said : why do you care?
the honest answer comes to him first : if he doesn’t care, it could cost him his job, his rep, his life – or worse. ( bless her for keeping him from a shallow grave but why, oh god, why did kim have to get herself wrapped up into all this? for reasons unique to themselves, lalo and kim are both outside of jimmy's control. he can hardly keep himself out of the maw of the beast ; how is he supposed to keep her safe from this lunatic? ) a soft exhale of a laugh, hardly audible as his brain scrambles to come up with a more acceptable answer – one less likely to result in bodily harm.
“because! i... like any good lawyer, i care about my clients! and as long as you’ve got me on retainer – as long as you stay one of my clients – then your problems…” words suddenly catch in his throat, his body fighting tooth and nail to keep any further sound from escaping. ( once the words are said, there’s no taking them back. he's making his trek to golgotha, fitting a crown of thorns for his head, willingly hammering himself to the cross [ it seems kim's efforts were for naught, his martyrdom was inevitable ] – )
“your problems,” jimmy forces through gritted teeth, an uncomfortable smile. “are my problems. so…” hands wave vaguely before himself before coming to rest on his hips, and he shrugs. “i, i – i care!”
4.10 / 6.11
@roundelay said : “you did this? for me?”
❝ yeah! yeah, of course! i mean – y'know, mrs. nguyen, she owes me. my being here, my business? brings her more business. so, don't worry about a thing. this is all on the level, as they say. but, uh... oh, ❞ jimmy claps, holds up an index finger on each hand as he moves to the setup, pulling one of the chairs from the table. ❝ sit, sit! take a load off! god knows hamlin's working you down to the bone – bet he doesn't even give you a full hour for lunch, huh? what a jerkoff. ❞ latter bit is muttered to himself, a small huff of a laugh follows. once kim is sat he circles the table, sitting in the chair opposite her. jimmy smoothes out his tie, brushes his hair back, crosses his arms over the table, and smiles.
❝ so, ms. wexler, your menu for tonight includes – ❞ only now does he lift the lid off of the tray sat between them, revealing a neat pile of plain hot dogs, along with a single to-go container and a few packets of various condiments. ❝ and... you know, we’ve got relish, mustard, ketchup – a classic – and they even threw in some chili for these dogs, free of charge! i tell ya, the dog house – their strategy for customer retention, it’s certainly working on me! ❞ his hands wave wildly as he speaks, gesturing to the food on the table, maneuvering vaguely before coming to rest flat on the tabletop. he sighs.
❝ kim, you... inspired me to become a lawyer. i mean, you always believed in me, you were so excited – maybe more excited than i was – when i passed the bar, you’ve always had my back, you... well, anyways. call this my feeble attempt of a thank you – a small portion of the payback i owe you. the rest to come when i get out of this dump. but, for now, ❞ jimmy clears his throat and raises his cup ( plastic, filled with customer-reserved cucumber water ). ❝ to the best hhm has to offer. ❞
@newlywidow said : "why don’t you stay over?"
❝ no! ❞ carrie jerks, tears herself away from tommy. a framed photo on the wall falls as she moves, bringing about another flinch as it hits the ground and the glass of the frame shatters. trembling hands rise to hide her face, blue eyes barely visible through the spaces between her fingers, shoulders shaking in tandem with each ragged, panicked breath.
it isn’t that she doesn’t want to stay
( o how she wants to stay here with tommy, beautiful tommy, perfect tommy who doesn’t mind spending time with her, doesn’t care about the looks he gets or the way people talk, would never hurt her, wouldn’t ever treat her the way mama says he would )
but more that she can’t. carrie can already envision the fit her mother will throw– not only is she spending all this time with a boy, but now she’s staying overnight at his place? oh, what would the church say? what would god say? she sneaks a peek at tommy from behind her hands and god, how hurt he looks. she’s ruined everything. she throws herself at him, wraps her arms tightly about his middle, buries her face into his chest.
❝ i’m sorry. i’m sorry, tommy– ❞ fingers curl into the fabric of tommy’s shirt, head turns so cheek is pressed against his chest. ❝ i– i can’t. i haven’t ever… and mama, she’d be so… i just can’t, tommy, i can’t. i’m sorry. ❞ a beat, then she continues. ❝ but... i’d like to. maybe… maybe someday – when i’m not with mama, if we’re still seeing each other – maybe i could. ❞

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@newlywidow said : "how many people have you killed?"
jason lets out a long, slow breath, closes his eyes, lets his head fall back.
if he had known ryan would be like this – he had hoped ryan wouldn’t be like this. he thought ryan would at least understand, ryan said he understood, so why is he acting so shocked and appalled now? if he had known ryan would be like this, he would’ve been more careful in taking out the fight club. he would’ve left ryan out of it entirely, or he at least would’ve been more discreet in his planning and execution. but he didn’t, and he wasn’t, and now ryan is asking him questions like that. he brings his head forwards with another sigh.
❝ how many people have i–? why are you asking me this? i’m not some sort of psychopath, ryan, i only kill people that deserve it, and those assholes… ❞ a beat, then brows pinch together.
❝ don’t look at me like that. they were never going to change – you said it yourself! i don’t even think they really cared about you at all. they certainly didn’t care about your happiness or well-being. they would’ve happily beat on you until you were in the ground. i mean – ryan, darling, ❞ jd doesn’t even realize he’s pacing until he comes to a stop before ryan. he huffs out a laugh, the corners of his mouth lifting into an unnerving smile. he slowly holds a hand out to ryan.
❝ they can’t hurt you anymore. you’re safe now. you should be thanking me. ❞
@roundelay said : “ we can literally do anything. anything we want. ”
❝ anything we want. ❞ echo comes uncharacteristically quiet, more to himself than to michael. almost his entire life, he's been able to do anything he wants : goes where he wants, takes what he wants – eats, kills, fucks whoever he wants – whenever he wants. with michael, there's always been something in the way, be it the wife or lester or the risk or any combination of the previously listed. but this "whatever we want" feels different.
lester has little to no control over them now ( as if he ever had any real control over them, or at least trevor, in the first place ), the wife and kids are gone ( for now ), the risk is practically nonexistent. for what feels like the first time in twenty years, they truly can do whatever they want. the realization brings trevor to his feet and before he knows it, he's standing over michael, chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths.
❝ anything we want, huh? ❞ tongue darts over his lips, fingers curl and uncurl at his side, head cocks to one side. he puts one foot next to michael, testing the waters ( and waits for michael to bitch about dirtying his overly-expensive, bougie-ass couch ). his brows pinch together, corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk. ❝ i know what i want. what about you, eh? ❞