The  Pinnacle  Of  My  Career  Writing  Neil  Josten  Is  To  Write  A  Twilight  Au.

     head  turns  slowly ,   with  an  expression  rigid  and  of  disbelief.    stefan  could’ve  been  painted  as  mostly  unsure  and  quiet ,   but  he  does  know  when  and  what  to  speak  up.    especially  when  implied  accusations  are  in  the  air.    stefan  keeps  well  to  himself  and  he  doesn’t  accept  SLANDER .

                                   ‟     Unlike other people here ,   I do wash my dishes in this household.                                                           Do  you ?     ❜

                   ❛ you’re my favourite little brat. ❜                  ⇢  SHIT SAID TO A BABY BROTHER.  &&. STILL ACC.  /  @scarfwere​

@exysource game #3 » favourite character

at the dunkerque premiere in nyc

anyways that pov change from neil to nathaniel is the best and most chilling thing i will ever read about in literature

    ‟     Just because you can do it doesn’t mean everyone else can.    CUT ME SOME SLACK   —— I’ve never played much like this before.     ❜      oh,  and  how  he  envies  kevin  for  it.  

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @hcathens  ， sc.  

  ‟     𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝘁,  𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁.     ❜      jabbing ,   as  neil  gives  a  POINTED  LOOK  towards  the  seething  ex-raven;   own  tongue  held  back  in  defense  of  giving  patience  and  truth  to  what  he  tries  to  preach  and  act  upon.   he  did  soften  his  tone  after,  though  resuming  sternness  in  his  words,   knowing  kevin  is  highly  stressing  right  now  and  it  sometimes  try  to  bring  neil’s  nerves  to  tense  with  it.

                     ‟     𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.  𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆.  𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁, 𝗞𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻.   𝗕𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀  —— 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼  𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴   𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.     ❜

                                               ▬▬▬▬  ＆； @im-possiblelimits​  ， cont.  

(     *     BLACK MIRROR PROMPTS   !    

seasons 1-2.   feel free to change pronouns / titles as needed !

❛  i won’t have to do anything.  ❜

❛  everyone’s laughing at us.  ❜

❛  you don’t know that.  ❜

❛  we can’t not laugh.  ❜

❛  nothing is going to happen.  ❜

❛  you’ve got a phenomenal voice.  ❜

❛  you think i’m being cheesy? all right, i am being cheesy.  ❜

❛  i just want something real to happen. just once.  ❜

❛  have you prepared a speech, is that it?  ❜

❛  we’re so out of our minds with desperation, we don’t know any better.  ❜

❛  show us something real and free and beautiful.  ❜

❛  it’s only so much wonder we can bear.  ❜

❛  fuck you, that’s what it boils down to.  ❜

❛  i’m a serial monogamist. i’m staying faithful to my cornflakes right now.  ❜

❛  you lied.  ❜

❛  not everything that isn’t true is a lie.  ❜

❛  you know when you suspect something, it’s always better when it turns out to be true.  ❜

❛  it’s totally batshit crazy i can even talk to you.  ❜

❛  i shouldn’t have drunk last night. next time, ould you try and stop me?  ❜

❛  sorry, hang on. that’s a very difficult sentence to process.  ❜

❛  there’s no history to you.  ❜

❛  you nearly killed us back there.  ❜

❛  yeah, well, i wasn’t expecting you to be there, was i?  ❜

❛  i’ve just saved your lives.  ❜

❛  a wee “thank you” would be nice.  ❜

❛  i should’ve just run you over.  ❜

❛  you’re not going to win.  ❜

❛  why not be honest?  ❜

❛  i was lashing out. i wasn’t even articulate.  ❜

❛  i notice you keep that pretty quiet.  ❜

❛  so i return to my original question, is that really what this is for?  ❜

❛  prove me wrong. hm? speak.  ❜

❛  i’m here to ask you an important favour.  ❜

❛  look, come on, there is a little bit of a conversational drought happening here.  ❜

❛  not big on conversation.  ❜

❛  practice makes perfect.  ❜

❛  maybe i’ll bore you.  ❜

❛  people want to be noticed. they don’t like to be shut out. it makes them feel invisible.  ❜

❛  people just want to be heard.  ❜

❛  you’re a locked box. i mean, that’s a good thing.  ❜

❛  most people are too easy to read, especially if you know minds.  ❜

❛  using party tricks to pick up girls isn’t knowing minds.  ❜

He’s a little terrifying

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

LUNGS

Breathe in. The ability to breathe is almost completely reflexive, and like most things, it comes to you naturally, with little effort or meaning. Many of the diseases that affect the lungs are hereditary, is there some unknown family trauma there? Something someone wasn’t telling you? If we only inhale, we die. If we only exhale, we die. We need both. 

You have mastered that tactful dance, at least, until something unexpected comes knocking. Something that steals your breath away, that pries your oh so precious air from your lungs and leaves you cold, winded and alone. A collapsed lung cannot kill you, but it aches more than broken bone, it’s sticky and bloody and cloying. 

You can recover though. You always have. 

Breathe out. 

stolen  from  :   @shelcved tagging :   @scarfwere ,   @im-possiblelimits,   @hcathens,  @traumawon,  @shedetect,  and  others  interested.

░  ┊   @gcroinya​  。• ◞ 

@jozthen​ said:  it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

Inquisitive gaze lingers,  scolding and relentless.   One that wordlessly whispers  ‘should’ve known better’  every chance it gets.   Words are not needed,  her expression says it all and,  really,  is there something left to say but at all?   Sometimes a bruise is just a bruise,  god knows she had her fair share of those marking every inch of pale skin;  like a map of violence,  only there was never any treasure to find. 

“Listen,  kid,  you might have charm,  but your right hook is abysmal.”     She holds nothing back,  rarely does.   Not that bite that drips form her words,  not that grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth.   Learning how to defend oneself is vital,  at least in her books,  and that will be the topic she settles on.   Not the bruise,  pale and blue,  not the implication that it carries.

Water drips down her wrist from the bag of ice she’s holding.   They ran out of ice-packs long long time ago,  so a couple of cubes wrapped in a towel will have to do.   It’s a gesture that counts,  is it not?     “Maybe we should work on that next time.”

                        miscellaneous angst starters.  || not accepting

    he  is  not  built  to  stand  his  ground   —— his  mother  made  sure  of  that.    better  to  outrun  the  nightmares  than  getting  caught  back  up  in  them.    so    natha - -    neil  learns  to  bite  back  complaints ,   or   ‘ whining ’   as  mary  would’ve  placed  it  if  she  were  still  alive ,   from  the  other  person  who  at  least  gave  a  shit  in  giving  him  a  fighting  chance.    literally.

                                    ‟     What about the left ?   Fared better ?     ❜          the  brunet  reaches  for  the  damp  compress;   iciness  begin  to  numb  fingers  that  clenched  tighter  and  hurt  less  than  the  pain  they  have  to  endure  against  the  californian  sand.    carefully  situating  the  wet  bag  against  his  left  cheek ,   liking  how  the  cold  dissipates  heat  and  relieves  him ...   before  placing  it  on  his  right  side  to  hold  it  there.    the  boy  shifts  slowly  and  checks  which  is  movable  and  which  is  tolerable ,   assessing  damage.

    looking  up  from  the  floor  he  sits  on ,   observing  the  other  of  unknown  origins.    how  she  didn’t  mince  anything  with  neil ,   like  his  mother  did ,   and  how  he  tries  to  hold  back  the  fear  slowly  creeping  in  his  chest.    as  much  as  he  has  respect  in  females ,   he  thinks  how  terrifying  it  would  be  if  they  met  before  within  his  father’s  business  circles  and  that  neil  couldn’t  remember;   how  this  woman  could’ve  had  a  hand  in  teaching  him ,    just  like  his  father  instructed  lola  to  teach  him.    he  frowns  and  ignores  the  awful  turning  of  his  guts  inside.

                                  ‟     I don’t know why ...   you’re doing this.     ❜          neil  begins  with  a  cautious  tone ,   choosing  wise  words  that  won’t  offend  the  lady.    why  now ,   of  all  times ,   did  a  beacon  appear  when  he’s  almost  tipped  to  the  edge ,   ready  to  give  up ?          ‟     What do you get out of it ?     ❜