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MAGNOLIA (1999) SENTENCE STARTERS. change as needed. some trigger warnings apply.

i would like to think this was only a matter of chance.

these strange things happen all the time.

fuckin’ bullshit is what this is. 

as we move through this life we should try and do good. 

is anyone else in this house right now?

there’s no asshole like you.

i’m not your baby. i’m not your girl.

i am fucked.

i should maybe go to the bathroom.

i don’t wanna have to lie to anyone. i don’t want to hurt anyone else, anymore.

you trying to damage your ears?

i have love.

my name is _____ and i have lots of love to give.

cats and dogs out there, huh?

i have sickness all around me and you fucking ask me my life?

i used to be smart but now i’m just stupid.

i love him so much now. i’ve fallen in love with him now.

you need to sober up. let me call you a car.

i don’t know the answer.

can you talk about your mother?

keep your chin up and your music down, alright?

but i think i’d be a fool if i didn’t do something i really want to do which is to ask you on a date.

i’ve thought about going on a date with you since you opened the door.

i’m quietly judging you.

i’m sick and i’m in love.

i’m asking what is that, ___?

we are not on display. i am not a doll.

he does not exist. he is dead.

men are shit, right?

the biggest regret of my life: i let my love go.

i’m a bad person.

i’ll tell you everything and you tell me everything and maybe we can get through all the piss and shit and lies that kill other people.

you really use strong language.

i’m really nervous that you’re gonna hate me soon.

i lost my gun.

i don’t know what i’ve done.

now that i’ve met you, would you object to never seeing me again?

you’re a good and beautiful person and i won’t let you walk out on me.

what the fuck am i doing?

don’t go away, you fucking asshole!

it’s raining frogs.

this happens. this is something that happens.

you have to be nicer to me.

we may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us.

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RAGE IS RELENTLESS. This suffocating, suffering rage a prism of colorless light within my entire soul. Gone are the days of humanity, burned away in nuclear fires, betrayals and belief systems, one man's love illuminating the darkness that consumes, corrodes, corrupts until I stand against the Moon's edge. Nothing but devouring sunlight in my heart. Cosmic leadership / stalking entities of rabid, feral hunger and a destiny written, gave only two choices for a conclusive ending. Guess I chose the path with Domination and Destruction right at the fucking finale, huh.

Bad timing. Watching the Earth falter to unstoppable consequences. Beloved somewhere among the dull twinkle of lost constellations, checking upon those that have become friends. Family. Whereas I - reap the rewards of celestial power. Setting the universe ablaze, a future of Universe's blueprint being made in my image. Not just mine, but Luan. Altin. Trust. Everyone that has supported, guided, fought alongside me. Those that proved themselves unafflicted by Council's grand deadly hand. Even if they too face judgement from the Creator when immortality turns to soot, heart placed on the scales.

Will you be accepted in its presence, or will you too have to twist its omnipresent love in Rebirth's grip until it becomes nothing but dust in the palm of your hand?

❛  Who the fuck are you meant to be?  ❜ Snarls within the blood-stained edge of rabid teeth. Man dressed in colors of a home country long forgotten. Eighties comic-book heroes almost coming to life right in front of my black-hole stare. With my arms raised, hands ball into fists and with it, the stranger is forced onto knees. A cape ripped off to flutter like Armstrong's flag against lunar rocks. ❛  Another stray dog from Council that won't go back on his leash, huh?  ❜

𖦹・ﾟ⋆｡°・* : REBIRTHING CONSEQUENCES, time that splits into trillions, threads weaving webs through cracks that should not see light, propping celestial keys into doors that were ordered to remain closed. dimensions fracturing through the void, seams tearing within the Here & There. realms of superheroes: punctured with compound vials of passion & power, as a man GOD draped in red, white & blue prides himself as beacon of the world. respected by most, loved by everyone & for those that falter from that golden road of devotion ?? well, nothing quick blast of supernova red from angry, hateful, maggot-viewing optics won't fix. humanity has never served him well, & it never fucking will. yet, mortality tinges in the cracks of ribcage where heart beats, beats, beats with wild intention. perhaps no emotion, no actual heart to marry his corrupted soul yet as he made fatal mistake of stepping through an opening portal. lingering within the clouds high above NY skylines as a black mass of threat, confidence boasting & wrath wavering in-between ichor glowing, he finds himself here. 'pon Moon's surface in front of @scratchized ; a soul dressed in decaying stars, gore painting 'pon the black-tint of her scorched fingers & her own illumination imprinting her gaze. gray, cold flares & swirling nebulas that have faded into nothing but one notion: you can all fucking burn.

❛  what the fu----  !! ❜ the cosmic myth raises her hands, his curses twist into silence 'pon a ravenous tongue, red sight falling into the darkness as earth burns nearby in wildfire ash & dust.

#I feel warm inside so thanks. #synthized #[ JESSE ] #[ THREADS ]

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The Boys (2019-) 3.06 | Herogasm

#Yep. #[ HOMELANDER ] #[ SCRATCH ]

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ASHES BURNED MOONS PRIOR, arising from the graves of resentment / regret / revenge before infecting, dominating this vessel that stands before her - there is a fraction within that I question: what burns within the creases of this ribcage? The lurch in this soulless chest, the ferocious freeze buried deep within that turns atomic from her every word? The tiny edges of age within the corners of brunette, how her pink-edged tongue dances upon the gore that lines her lip. How Jesse never wavers, never runs, not even a gasp of worried breath. A skip of terrorized heart. Surprise the deity rebirthed from the despair of those lost in the trees. The Ancestors that cry, scream, agonize for a Shaman's death that Jesse adores. Yet she has never turned away from me. Only drawing herself closer . . . closer . . . closer still until the walls of reality, the fabric of a weakened realm collapses around us.

Question that fires from her mouth ignites a spark within my own. Firecrackers that flicker between the edge of sharp teeth, taste of overbearing sweetness - rotten peaches and [ YOU, YOU, YOU ] cement against my tongue. My hand falls away from hers, only to place cold, blood-dried palms against the sides of her cheeks. Place of mortality meeting monster. Horror meeting human.

Where Hell meets home.

❛  Alright. ❜ Such simple confirmation, yet the Cosmo preaches different. Complex ( contracts? ) pulses of azure gray that alight from my fingertips, into the skin of mortal flesh. Walls consuming, collapsing, the herald of celestial council raises its scythe in the distance as blackened wings engulf the very curve of her shoulders. Her hips meeting mine, painting a prayer into something religion would sabotage, would allow to see fallen into decay and ash and muck as I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you. Kiss her for the First Time, kiss her as if it were the last.

Oh, Jesse. Can you hear my own borrowed breath, stolen within a Raven's throat only made to scream?

𖦹・ﾟ⋆｡°・* : FLECKS OF VINTAGE PETAL FLUTTER THROUGH HERE & THERE, between you & Him ; cracks, like lighting bolts of Destiny's decision, etching through plasterboard & brickwork. as the house falters into darkness, there is nothing but black on black, nothing - suffocating void that not even the brightest star within the cosmos could illuminate. yet as the raven draws itself closer, frozen fingers securing around the base of your wrist, the glow that erupts within your heart turns nuclear. blossoms like fireflies dancing through night meadows, the shine of the white moon kissed by rays of the warmest sun. wonder why you let Him. wonder when his teeth snarl for your other half, for jesse stallone who runs, runs, runs - hand in hand, heart in heart, soul in soul - with beloved luan into the deepest depths of lost constellations. they promised safety, & even as kal has invaded sanctuary time, time, time again - that promise has never truly been broken. harm not once befalling humanity, your mortal skin & rapidly beating heart - even as the rage centres within his own vessel / corrupted nucleus that rusts & eats 'pon the grief, guilt, rage & resentment carved since he was once Man.

metallic glosses the edging of bottom lip, echoes of some poor soul fading into the abyss of your sinful mouth. & all you seem to care about is how warm his touch feels against your flesh. despite glacial form, raging deceit of blackened wings diseased by runaway embers & falling feathers, the padding of his thumb ignites a hitch within breath. skip of beat where the Creator will eventually drown you in absolute shame, the judgement when eternal rest arrives beyond repent.

❛  guess my priorities have shifted a little.  ❜ words falter into husked whispers, lump within the throat quelling an author into butterfly-frenzied murmurs. ❛  i don't know what i'm meant to fucking care about anymore. maybe nothing. maybe everything -  ❜ maybe when the universe burns into ashes, stars rotten & moon craters sinking into black holes, all you will care about is this moment where the dust of wallpaper sprinkles like wedding confetti against two souls that shouldn't even be here.

❛  show me what i'm meant to care about.  ❜ tainted lip draws itself back & ichor sweeps against tastebuds // forgive me for how much it satiates, how my hunger grows & growls & grows, g̸̨̤̈́̒r̶̛̗̪o̷͖̽ẉ̶̊͘l̸̘̍͝ṧ̸̨̪, GROWS. for blood, for this, for [ HIM, HIM, HIM ]

#Wish I had the fucking poetry to describe this. Like you do. #But enjoy. #synthized #[ KAL ] #[ THREADS ]

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by Daniel Cid

#[ SYNTHIZED ]

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WHERE WOULD I RUN TO? Piquing interest, the arousal of curiosity that lifts brows edge and the delicacy of smirk, imprinting into a red-smeared cheek. There is almost the reply: where would you run, when I would always follow you? Where would you run to, when I could catch / capture / captivate (?) / consume within cosmic millisecond? Yet fire meets freeze, feeling distance becoming entanglement. Auras merging, souls intertwining, kaleidoscope of holy altars and sinful distortion ; the walls that draw themselves closer, closer, closer around us. Keeping her trapped. No - keeping us together.

The universe works in mysterious ways, Jesse once said. I told an author's curiosity that nothing is a fucking mystery at the hands of Fate, Destiny's Contract, whatever the Creator scribbles in their own twisted notebooks up among the stars . . . and yet she stands without waver. Mystery wrapped up in tender smiles and a unwillingness to succumb to fear that is entirely intoxicating.

❛  No place but here.  ❜ Repeat / confirm, as corrupt-tipped fingers wrap around slender wrist. ( and I will wonder if it burns, frostbite of my disturbance, my desire sinking into the mortal flesh of her pulsing warmth ) ❛  Don't you even want to know where this came from?  ❜ Loose hand moves, rises towards the line of ichor that coats the base of my jaw. The flick of finger against cool death, before wiping blood-tainted touch against the edging of her bottom lip. A forced offering - but is it really forced if she continues to stay? If no terror sparks within the deep brunette nebula of her eyes?

The safety around us draws closer, wallpaper once floral now peeling into darkened desolation of nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Shadows falling into black holes. Air faltering into suffocating smog, surrounding two now centered into a raven's manifestation of no place but here. With her. With me. With us.

❛  . . . don't you care?  ❜

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𖦹・ﾟ⋆｡°・* : STANDS LIKE A RABID DOG, flesh, bone & blood nestled 'tween the cracks of his unholy-white teeth, collar of raven feathers illuminating through curtain-parted moonlight. they claim to be after you: cosmic council ; plucked from mortal dimension & straight into rebirth pages once thought to be fiction. nothing but a future publication, five star reviews the dream, new york times bestseller. a seat on this morning television as they declare the work of 'synthized' something the world of inked words & printed pages has never seen before. yet here you now stand. in the same predicament as your creation, no - doppelganger. sister. half of what makes you whole ( ?? ). home, family, friends, comforts of a human life lost to an abyss that only the cosmos can understand.

& perhaps him - who stands in front of you with snarling fangs & wild intentions glistening through intense stare. an air of luan about him, something . . . something that perhaps only poets tainted with insanity can put into words. not even you, writer / author / eternal yearner can express thought 'gainst tongue at the situation you have been thrown into. the man, myth - monster - that continues to invade company dripping in disease & disgust, bloodshed & brutality & you can only look 'pon him with fondness. a smile painting chapped flesh, some sinful hitch of breath that chokes the throat as he deletes distance between you both.

❛  stupid, probably.  ❜ stubborn, the way words try to retain some air of normalcy. air that seems lost as the walls of the questionable safe-house suffocate. seeming to pull inwards, closing the space as you look 'pon kalona & he pulls you inward just as smothering.

❛  where would i run to anyway ?? i have no place left to go.  ❜ you take another step closer, the edge of your wrist bumps his hip. ❛  -- no place but here.  ❜

#[ KAL ] #[ THREADS ] #synthized

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❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜ - G @ kal <3

HEIGHT DIFFERENCE STAGGERS, the ice of intention that coils around her veins, freezes itself deep within her chest - bury, bury, bury until I can hear the pulse of her heart raging under the weight of my stare. Monster versus the writer, author meeting muse ( perhaps I can be so fucking coy as to say angel meeting demon ) ; the script Jesse has written for us plays as it should. As Fate intended. Even as rivers of red coat fingertips, blackened infections / a raven's demise shadowing against the wall where light meets dark. Where @synthized stands, glint of something - fucking something - in dark auburn gaze. Always keeping cards close to her, mortality that breathes sarcasm, snark, the tinge of uncaring ; not towards my form - crafted by the wailing screams of ancestors - but towards her own life. Maybe she has written too many stories of gore & shredded sinew to concern pretty mind with the ichor that drip / drip / drips upon the laminate.

Still, curious ; even a deity can toy enjoy the presence of putrid humanity . . . one I seem to find myself in front of time - time - time again. ( & she never bores, how wonderful, never looks anywhere else except the darkened abyss my sight, smile, sickening sadism offers to her. Thorns upon rose stems, a chug of cyanide at the bottom of a teacup )

So I question, moving myself towards her until the glacial edge of my vessel invades fleshly, crackling fireplace of her aura: ❛  Why is it whenever we see each other, you don't run away?   ❜

#Baby we are thinking 5 steps into the future. #[ KAL ] #[ INBOX ] #synthized

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#[ MEMES ]

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Supernatural S9E05 Dog Dean Afternoon

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02-17-2024, 5 AM

#[ NEW YORK MEMORY ] #[ AESTHETIC ]

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MULTIMUSE FOR PROJECT 'SYNTHIZED' ; WRITTEN BY SCRATCH, THE WIFE @synthized AND OUR PARTNER @luanizm 🔪 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 / 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 / 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂

Ain't no rules here. Don't come near us if you're a minor or into shady shit. This whole blog is a red flag and full of dark themes, so be aware. Outline for our stuff is under the read-more.

PLOT: Aspiring horror screenwriter - JESSE STALLONE - is trying to complete her manuscript within the New York suburbs, with a constant on her shoulder named LUAN. [ a guiding light, a guardian angel, a soulmate beyond realms ] when LUAN breaks cosmic law that no guiding star should touch their assigned human, bringing JESSE back from a death caused by a vicious home-invader, ‘SYNTHIZED’ tells the story of loyalty, adoration & the unfortunate betrayal in every lifetime, finding yourself in the realms of a rebirthing in the New Orleans humidity, manuscript pages burning into the stars & a stalking entity known as the 'WECHUGE' who is hungry for the rebirthing power of cosmic creation / decimation thought to be only celestial myth. (Copied from @synthized)

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