#ofmormonisms

hellraiser meme i accidentally deleted .    not accepting .

    “Hey, hey, I know the feeling and I know you’re upset over what’s happening, but would your girlfriend really want you going out and getting yourself killed?” It sounds insensitive and he knows that. Sometimes he wishes he doesn’t have to be so blunt like this, it’s part of the job however and he’d rather do that right.

    With a sigh, he looks outside of the barricaded library door. It’s a shitstorm out there and he can’t get a response from anyone which worries him. Looking back to Brook, he frowns. “I’m sorry about…your girlfriend, by the way.”

There was a permanent sensation of distance between herself and the world around her. The yelling and the sound of shattering glass outside the library were dull, the texture of the German textbook she was clenching was barely acknowledged by her fingertips, and it was as if there were an imaginary layer of fog surrounding her sight. Some would call it a dream-like state (or, rather, nightmare-ish), but the dark spots on her arms proved the contrary - no amount of pinching would ever wake her up.

“You know the feeling?” Soso looked up, lips pressed into a thin line as her expression changed into a scowl. “You know what it’s like to have your girlfriend murdered - suffocated-” Her grip strengthened, and her nails left tiny dents on the back of the book. “-by someone who now walks freely?” The frown on her face faltered with a sob. “You know the feeling of not being able to see her one last time? Not being to touch her one last time? Or say how... how much you love her? Do you know this feeling?”

     “red is a very unflattering color on you.”

The officer’s steps echo down the blank corridor. Repetitively. Hannah pockets the envelope, pulling herself to her bare feet and tucks sodden, once flaxen strands that STICK to sunken cheeks behind her ears. Cheap fabric soaking up the discomfort, leaving her shoulders heavy with  m o r e  than the toll this place continues to take on her. – And now this. Having to walk around, like a WET DOG.

❝Officer Blake,❞ Hannah offers a warm hostess smile, flinty gaze beneath hiked brows.  

❝ Come so soon.  Was it to  g l o a t ?  ❞

Tugs at the wrinkled orange jumpsuit, fussing with it to lay flat on her lean shape. Seemed she liked to do what she can.  

NSFW STARTERS//ACCEPTING

          “C’mon. They’re not going to know.  Stop being so uptight and take a hit, pussy,” he passes the blunt over to Ryder.

     “For a white boy, you cute.”