#intelwon

CHUCK HANSEN ( ROBERT KAZINSKY ) - edit ( 64/? ) 

I’M NOT GONNA LET ANYTHING HURT YOU EVER AGAIN. I PROMISE. 

he watches her dark, full lips form the words, as if in a trance, the vowels rolling over her tongue sweet and sticky and obscene, and oh how he wants to stick his fingers in her mouth, pull it out and devour it. ( but Rose is full of teeth made of jagged edges. she’d bite his hand down to the knuckles if he tried. he knows. worse yet, he knows he’d let her. he’d let her do almost anything to him. the thought should be frightening like a knife pressed to the jugular. instead it races through him like a shot of whisky, pooling hot in the pit of his stomach.

he breathes out. the exhale doesn’t come out shaking. 

miraculously composed, Henry smiles, and it’s quite amused, despite the whispers tickling the back of his neck, the shell of his ear: bad idea, they say, bad fucking idea. well everything about Rose (Lady Trouble, he likes to call her, at least in the privacy of his own mind) was a bad idea. that was the appeal of it. she sat like on a throne in a Francis Bacon painting, beautiful and proud even when surrounded by meat and guts, still looking like fucking Athena. or Artemis. one of the two  ——a goddess, certainly—— he muses, but doesn’t chase the thought down the rabbit hole. instead his eyes linger over the casefiles he should have gotten to but hadn’t touched all day, pilled away on his coffee table, and the ordered, aesthetically-beautiful-but-rather-empty apartment he owned on the tenth floor, overlooking the city. good money brings you a good lifestyle, and Henry is talented with a silver-tongued that always gets him out of trouble. except for Rose. there, it had worked quite the opposite way.

it’s good, though. he loves Trouble. ).

It wasn’t difficult for her to decipher that family was a tender subject beneath the roof of Allerdale Hall. True, Edith never had much more than her father growing up, but he had always supported her and her ambitions. Thomas and Lucille were close, only because they never really seemed to have much else. Still, the girl was curious. Wondered how such a magnificent place had fallen to ruin, living in a home haunted by more than just bad memories.  “ Lucille told me you two were locked away in the nursery as children. ”  To even repeat it left a sickly feeling in her stomach.  “ Did you have any sort of relation with your parents? ”

it had taken a lot of convincing,           but she’d managed to get jess to agree to hanging a few ornaments on the gilmore tree with her. it was more for the principle of the thing, just wanting to have some piece of a holiday celebration for just the two of them; even if it wasn’t a repeat of the four-dinner thanksgiving she’d had just a month ago, rory still foresaw some degree of chaos, even if just between stops at luke’s and her grandparents’. while her mother was out, rory just wanted to enjoy a moment or two of the calm before the storm in the spirit with jess. and though part of her bargaining had unfortunately included signing rights over to him as far as the choice for takeout tonight, the back and forth about it had totally been worth it           even if she hadn’t managed to sway him into joining her in wearing a santa hat.

“food’ll be here in twenty,”           she announced after hanging up the phone, as she stepped back into the living to rejoin him at the tree. “and there’s still one more ornament i saved.” grinning, rory reached into the ornament box and pulled a smaller one out, a little mold of a book made of plastic and painted and hanging from a thin string. “i thought this one might be appropriate to finish us off. i picked it out at the store when i was about seven, so unfortunately it doesn’t represent my much more evolved current taste, but what it lacks there it makes up for in sentimentality.”

why’d you follow and what made you stay ??

I’m sorry you come into my house, my house - and throw me in a bucket of emotion? what are you thinking. I can’t remember who followed who first but I think it was on your emma and on my old blog  ( i think) - but good times, man, good times. We talked off and on and wrote a little bit but like - i think it took us a couple of months to really start speaking and honestly i don’t even know how that started. It’s just like, one minute we weren’t really in each other’s lives past tumblr and then bam !! You are one of my favorite people on this hell pit of a site and - heck, let me rephrase that. You are my favorite person. One of my best friends. I can talk to you about literally anything with no fear of judgement and I love that because not only am I not judged - I can expect an honest and straight answer every time. You don’t change with the flow, you don’t pretend to be someone with one person and then mold to fit into a different role with the next, you are 100% genuine and real all of the time. And your heart, oh my gosh your heart. It is as beautiful as you. You have so much depth and compassion and despite the struggles you have faced and are facing - you wake up every morning ready to fight and kick the day’s ass. And it shows, because you’ve accomplished so much and survived and fought your way through so much - and i am forever in awe of you. You make me strive to be a better person and you’re the friend i know i can count on to keep me in check and for that i will always double check things with you in the off chance i’m misunderstanding something and reacting inappropriately haha.