A multitude of muses

YOUR MONSTER (2024) dir. Caroline Lindy

deranged. that word had the vampire giddy. teeth pressed into his bottom lip; corners still turned upwards. the blonde slayer was always so...spunky. sassy. spicy. and he loved it. her absolute distain for him made his want for her blood that much more sweet ── and dare he even say, tasty. "'course not, goldilocks. but without communication, how can we ever get past this slump we find ourselves in?" they always tried to kill each other, but never managed to end the other. besides, didn't the young women today constantly preach about communication?

Balancing work with parental duties is often where Chase struggles the most. It's hard to find time for everything he has to do, let alone the things he wants to do. He relies on his friends for help since his parents haven't been in the picture for many years. Sometimes things happen outside of his control, though. Today is one such instance.

the blonde wanted to say that those were not acceptable excuses; that it was simply poor planning on his part. but she didn't. instead, she understood all too well, having gone through a similar situation herself when she had been caring for her younger sister. her gaze softened, especially after witnessing the interaction between father and daughter.

"don't worry about it, mr. evans." even her voice was softer now, seeing the love violet had for her father, and vice versa. besides, it wasn't like this was a habitual event. "it's really none of my business, but isn't there someone available for these kinds of situations?"

not everyone had help, nor wasn't it particularly easy to find reliable help. however, it would make a huge difference for violet ── not to mention making it easier on dallas. it was more difficult to clean up when there was still a small child who might want to make more of a mess. thankfully, dallas found that violet was not that type of child.

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.