he͟l͟l͟ 𝐜𝐚𝐭 .ᐟ

▸   @divin1ty   ⟶   ❛  "You're applying logic to a situation where it isn't wanted." / r96 verse for alex !  ❜   ╱   (  supernatural , accepting .  )

          Alex’s brow furrows in a mix of frustration and confusion.  “What do you mean?”  He is a smart kid, or at least so many people have told him that he has no choice but to believe them.  What else did the Brigades keep him around for, if not for his ability to figure out complex systems?

          “I think everything has some logic behind it.”  He steels his gaze, but his fingers tremble.  He holds them close to his sides, hoping it will go unnoticed.

𝓦𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 , 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - alex was one of those where he was so intelligent it made him naive ( it was also a line of thinking that made it much easier to dismiss alex in her own head ) it was much harder to have a conversation with him than other teens his age for a multitude of reasons . while the answers to a problem were subjectively correct ; applying logic made it all the more complicated , because why such a thing be so in the first place ? sometimes things just are .

coraline wants to say he reminds her of herself , too smart for his own good with eyes too wide , though at his age she was much more jaded , a guard that had only strengthened over the years . SURVIVAL WAS KEY , STAY ALIVE - PROTECT THE VERY FEW SHE LOVED , maybe that was why she was so quick to brush alex off . it was easier , safer ; THERE WAS SO LITTLE SAFETY IN PETRIA , meaning the quiet she could cling to was gripped with both hands until fingernails peeled apart at their beds . HER ART PROMOTED INDIVIDUALISM , yet it was something she failed to partake in the moment she stepped foot back into the country ; hesitant to apply &. encourage it from her own mouth .

the future of petria relied on the youth &. they needed to be encouraged . to seek , find answers &. create the solutions , a piece of her knew this , yet the country had eyes &. ears everywhere , suddenly having the urge to look over shoulder to make sure it was just her &. alex ; the security wouldn't appear , overhear the conversation ; HERESY IS A PUNISHABLE OFFENCE , CORALINE HAD LIVED OUT THE PUNISHMENTS ENOUGH TO KNOW SHE DOESN'T WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT AGAIN .

▸   @divin1ty   ⟶   ❛  advice . . . from you ? you're the one who found the sex registry &. thought it was a dating site .  ❜

          “That’s not fair,” the Onceler said, frowning, even though it absolutely was.  It seemed for his entire life, he had been drawn to guys with some level of skeeze about them, perhaps because they were the only ones who would give him the time of day when he was younger.

𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 , 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 . coraline was the last person on earth that had the right to criticise someone else's love life ; to have the audacity to wield the weapon that could so easily be used against her . THEY HAD MORE IN COMMON THAN NOT , her own youth spent with men that objectively , had no business being around . though she can only see the wrongness from a third person's perspective . after all , she had allowed them to take pieces of her psyche wilfully , because what does it matter ? perhaps she could mock onceler if she wished to go back &. change how it all played out . . . but she doesn't . THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THE PEOPLE SHE DATED WERE SMART ENOUGH NOT TO END UP CAUGHT ( . . . that she knows of ) ; &. it's not as though her own taste in men has evolved over the years .

▸   @bornchaos   ⟶   ❛  ❛  i promise i'm going to take care of you and make you feel good.  ❜ / alright now fuck you don't ever reblog that shit again  ❜   ╱   (  dom/sub , accepting .  )

Jarod twisted the brim of his hat around in his hands.  He didn’t know why he had taken it off like he was stepping into a church and not the motel room number she’d given him when he called her on the phone.  There was a reverential politeness about him, spurned by his unfamiliarity with the situation.  He had ferried a few hookers from one part of Petria to another, been solicited a couple times, especially when they wanted to get out of the fare.  And he always told them, hell fucking now, what did they expect him to pay with if he didn’t get the fare money from them?

So, he was not so sheltered that this was his first interaction with one.  But he had previously thought of himself as not that kind of guy, not the guy who would want or need to hire one.  Curiosity and a thought about how intolerably long it had been since the last time pushed him into the phone booth, holding a goddamn business card of all things between his gloved fingers.

And now, here he was.  He had been in this motel before, but his nerves made him feel like there was something about the lighting or the color of the shades that was different from last time.  He hadn’t been in this exact room, but they couldn’t all be that distinct.  Despite their wandering, his eyes kept coming back to Blue’s—that was her name, an alias, of course—firm, round tits featured prominently in the sweeping opening in the robe she loosely covered herself with.