⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ WILL THE WISE !

dialogue prompts from blue velvet (1986).

i believe you know my father.

thanks for the card.

it was nice to finally meet you.

all my old friends are gone.

i still don't know how you do that.

it's not what you think, okay?

i don't want to cause any trouble.

sometimes it's necessary to take a risk.

don't you even want to hear the plan?

what am i supposed to say when ____ comes to the door?

it sounds like a good daydream, but actually doing it's too weird.

i didn't have time to get a window, but i found these keys.

you really want to do this, don't you?

my god, i never should have told you.

i don't know if you're a detective or a pervert.

i didn't mean to do anything except see you.

what did you see tonight? tell me.

don't touch me or i'll kill you.

do you like talk like that?

why don't you lie down?

hold me. i'm scared.

do you like me?

why is there so much trouble in this world?

you're a neat girl.

we really know how much wood a woodchuck chucks.

five minutes from now, you're not gonna believe what i told you.

i'm seeing something that was always hidden.

you worry about me, really?

you've got to do something. go to the police.

i'm not crazy. i know the difference between right and wrong.

you're one suave fucker.

i'm talking to you, shithead.

you're like me.

you're fuckin' lucky to be alive.

sometimes it's good to talk things over.

there'd better be nothing wrong.

you want to dance?

my father's got a gun at home.

i love you! love me!

i love you, but i couldn't watch that.

where is my dream?

listen, this is an emergency.

you shit-for-brains.

you forgot i have a police radio.

lunch is ready.

i feel much better now.

i could never eat a bug.

"I just can't go on if you won't see me."

"You've got time to rectify all the things that you should."

"Time after time you refuse to even listen."

"Say the word and you'll be free."

"Think for yourself 'cause I won't be there with you."

"Try thinking more if just for your own sake."

"You don't look different, but you have changed."

"I have had enough, so act your age."

"I think you know by now I'll get to you somehow."

"It's so fine, it's sunshine."

"You're not the same."

"Do what you want to do."

"I feel as though you ought to know that I've been good."

"Why did you not treat me right?"

"You don't know what you're missing."

"What goes on in your heart?"

"We have lost the time that was so hard to find."

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I thought I knew you, what did I know."

"What goes on in your mind?."

"You are tearing me apart."

"We'll forget the tears we cried."

"i'm coming back home."

"Until I do, I'm telling you so you'll understand."

"I've got a word or two to say about the things that you do."

"In the beginning I misunderstood."

"Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight."

"It's been a long time."

"There is no one compares with you."

"I want you, I want you, I want you."

"Oh, how I've been alone."

"You're telling all those lies."

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

your choices, [name]. your actions... that's what makes you who you are.

i couldn't be more proud of you.

we're so different.

i'm punk rock.

you are not punk rock.

my point is, i question everything and everyone. you trust everyone and think everyone you've ever met is beautiful.

you piece of shit alien!

that is where you've always been wrong about me. i am as human as anyone.

i get scared.

i wake up every morning, and despite not knowing what to do, i put one foot in front of the other, and i try to make the best choices that i can.

i screw up all the time, but that is being human, and that's my greatest strength.

none of this matters, you patronizing clown.

the government gave me authority to kill you.

i'm gonna turn myself in.

he's out there alone. and he's probably scared.

you're driven by envy. you couldn't be more obvious.

parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be. we are here to give you tools to help you make fools of yourselves all your own.

oh my god. why does he trust everyone?

quit messing around!

i'm not messing around. i'm doing important stuff.

hey buddy. eyes up here.

i know you won't kill me.

that haircut should be against your vows.

nothing's felt right since he showed up.

i told you to keep an eye on him!

i can be such a jerk sometimes.

take me home.

there's gotta be a better way to do this!

what the hell, dude? why did you move the door?

where is my dog?

how long have they been hooking up?

it's guys like this, they always got a whole bunch of dark, ugly secrets.

a lot of these guys, these heroes from the magazines, they're obsessed with me. 'cause i'm more jacked than they are.

i thought you wanted to see me.

you're just trying to get information out of me.

i swear to god, that's not it.

there's other parts of you that people would find very attractive.

if i had any emotional capacity whatsoever, i'd be concerned about her partying.

what are you smirking at, you idiot?

would you like a coffee?

i have no clue what you're talking about.

i've been trying to figure out a way to get it out of here alive.

good for you, asshole!

is that really how you feel?

people were going to die!

thanks for watching him, bitch!

good luck with that.

the people there are simple and profoundly confused.

do us proud. rule without mercy.

what's it called again?

your hot ex is a genius.

are you kidding me? those things aren't cheap!

your obsession with me is getting a little creepy.

well, this is why he has behavioural issues.

they sent a message along with me.

you were dreaming .   you knew you were dreaming, at the time, but it had been such a nice dream .   everyone was there, & everyone was happy .   laughing, smiling .   as if nothing bad had ever happened .   as if none of you had a care in the world .   you knew it was a dream, because of that .   because things are so different now than they were when you were children, & the last time you were together, really together, all of you, the world had quite literally been ending .   but you were content to sit in that dream, knowing it wasn’t reality, because at least for a moment you could pretend, & no one would get on your ass about how you’re really doing or what you’re really feeling .   it’s freeing, to spend time in a fantasy .

but real life creeps in through the cracks of it .   like black ichor, slowly at first until it’s filling up the room .   the lights flicker & the laughter disappears & when you turn around, so have your friends .   so has your family .   it’s just a dream .   you remind yourself again & again .   it’s just a dream .   it’s just a dream .   but it feels so real, as a red rift in the darkness opens up .   a familiar chatter, otherworldly & chilling to the bone echoes in the emptiness .   your heart is pounding hard against your chest .   they’re everywhere .  you can sense them, staring without eyes as you stand there, frozen .   predator hunting prey .   someone screams .   someone familiar .   a monster lunges at you from the darkness .   suddenly, the ground disappears from your feet, & you’re falling .   falling & screaming, but there’s no sound .   you realize you’re rapidly approaching a body of water .   the surface of a lake .   the quarry .

you wake up with a jolt, sitting upright before you’ve even opened your eyes as if some invisible force had pulled you, physically upward & out of it .   you only start breathing a moment later, a strangled gasp that cuts through the silence of the dark room like broken glass .   for a minute, you forget where you are .   everything is still so dark, & you find yourself feeling around, clumsy & panicked just to confirm that there’s something solid you can hold onto .   you’re on the floor .   you’re in the basement .   & when a dim light flicks on in the corner, your eyes dart to your right to meet will’s .   you realize you’re still struggling to breathe, chest heaving as you drink air in until it feels like your lungs are going to burst, & suddenly he’s in front of you, all sleep gone from his eyes .

sometimes you wonder if that’s why it chose you. if the darkness marked you early, if everything that happened merely gave it permission to bloom. you wonder whether the rot was planted there from the start, patiently waiting for the right moment to spread through your chest and hollow you out from the inside.

mike has always been there for your nightmares, that much has never faded. you learned, instinctively, that when fear pulled whimpers from you in your sleep, you could reach for him and he would be there. whether as a steady presence in your dreams, a bright shape cutting through endless dark, or as a voice on the other end of the phone, grounding you back into your body. his words would chase the cold from your bones, that almost-not-here chill lingering from somewhere worse, and for a few seconds you would forget everything that hurt. because you wouldn’t be alone. because you would have him.

and that’s why it aches, sometimes, that you don’t know how to be that person for him. for anyone. you, always the one being held together, never the one trusted to do the holding. resentment takes root in you on your worst days. that no one leans on you, that no one believes you strong enough to carry their weight. you watch your best friend fold inward, hide from comfort, swallow everything until it detonates inside him, and you feel so useless it makes you ache. burden me, you want to scream. let me burdened. i can handle it. for you, i can.

but you don’t scream. you never do. you bite your tongue instead, hard enough to draw blood, and let the silence fill your mouth until it threatens to drown you. you are just an accomplice.

when sleep finally comes, you fall into it the way you do with everything else, completely, losing yourself in the depths. you don’t take kindly to being dragged out of it, not when rest is so strange, but the protest dies in your throat the moment you see him.

fear reaches you. you seize for the words that were given to you so many times before, offering them back with a voice softer than it’s been in years. you know they’re useless. you know that even if what he saw wasn’t real, the terror was. the despair was. still, you speak, because doing nothing would be worse.

“ hey. ” your eyes are soft with sorrow, stripped bare with worry. you bite your lip — once, twice, three times — before forcing yourself to hold his gaze. you’re tired of looking away. tired of being the coward everyone thinks you are. foolish, naive will, who once hoped mike might be spared from this kind of fear. “ hey. it’s okay. i’m here. ”

“ my dream wasn’t that good anyway, ” you add, grasping for levity, that old instinct to make him smile. you nudge his shoulder lightly, a fragile grin pulling at your mouth. “ it was hopper in a clown suit. i'm sorry. ” a breath. softer now. “ it’s okay. really. do you … do you want to talk about it? ”