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Rust Cohle in True Detective - The Long Bright Dark

#REMINDER !!

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temprflare‌:

 ❛   someone  better  fucking  kill  me  if  I  start  sittin’  on  porches  like  some  ole  southern  woman  .  people  have  been  delusional  all  their  lives  …  this  world  isn’t  gonna  be  any  different  .  they’ll  believe  what  they  wanna  believe   &   that’s  the  end  of  that  .  they  paint  it  all  pretty  then  pretend  it’s  hope  .    ❜

He laughs a little at that. “Don’t know how you can paint...” He makes a gesture with his hands, pointing around himself. “This to look pretty. Don’t know ‘bout you but zombies eatin’ folks ain’t very pretty in my mind. Ain’t nothin’ hopeful comin’ outta this and I don’t know how anyone could THINK it could.”

#temprflare #v. main. #they're basically saying the same thing but arguing anyway lmao

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vicebuilt replied to your photo: no idea what Mike is doing in this screencap nor...

honestly mike is me at 2am when the muse / motivation hits me outta nowhere and i gotta decide which blog i wanna direct that energy towards

that’s a big fuckin mood tbfh

#vicebuilt

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no idea what Mike is doing in this screencap nor why I decided to make it an edit.

#* edits. #* ooc. #ewdoi stop mike.

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#* ooc. #just wanna highlight The Mess that is Michael Landis for you.

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#* visage.

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“The Locked Room”, S1.E3, True Detective

#* study. #* visage. #DWODWOUDE

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every single one of mike’s ex-wives moved from austin to get away from him.

#* ooc. #mike vc: eh fuck it. i'm better alone anyway

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#* study. #this is mike w/ his ex-wives.

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sb: hey man have you got the time

mike: everything is hopeless

sb: cool but can i have the time

mike: *takes a long deep smoke* time is meaningless when you’re gonna die anyway, brother

#* ooc. #* shitpost. #i hate how true this post is

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someone write one of mike’s ex-wives

#or make a multi with them all

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all my ocs are losers

#icb... #* ooc.

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the desire to plot but knowing you shouldn’t cos you suck at ti

#it hurts bro. #* ooc.

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sb: hey man have you got the time

mike: everything is hopeless

sb: cool but can i have the time

mike: *takes a long deep smoke* time is meaningless when you’re gonna die anyway, brother

#* ooc. #he's either drunk or hungover and he's always offering annoying pieces of pseudo advice

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@gutspilt / starter!

“We’re jus’ playin’ out the string, man. Everyone is, really. Ain’t no way it’s ever gonna go back to the way it was, y’know.”

#gutspilt #v. ??? #hungover old man gives pseudo deep statements more at eleven

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What happened to wife 1, 2 and 3

He’s quick to snort, a little amused by the question. “Want me to go down the list, huh? Alright. Pull up a chair, man.” He takes a deep breath, taking the time to remember. “Fuck, I don’t know. When the outbreak happened, I tried callin’ ‘em all separately. Now I ain’t gonna act like I held some great level of love towards ‘em all but they got my kids. Gotta make sure they’re alright, you know?” 

He pulls his smoke out of his mouth and crushes it into a make-shift ash-tray. “Anyway, everyone knows the phones weren’t workin’. Everyone knows how bad shit was, and still is, but that ain’t the point. Point is, I couldn’t reach any of my ex-wives.” He laughs a little, though it’s a bitter laugh. “I thought about loadin’ up my pick-up truck and drivin’ to save my kids an’ my ex-wives. Cross-country road-trip. Man, what was I fuckin’ smokin’? Yeah, I ain’t no hero. Ain’t no fuckin’ hero.” He rubs his eyes for a second, before continuing. “I reached the outskirts of Houston, my first ex-wife lived there. Shit…shit was bad, man. My brother an’ me, we had this plan, see, we were gonna race in and rescue my ex-wife an’ kids and get on to the next one but the city was fuckin’ infested.”

He’s quick to continue after taking a momentary breather, “Whatever ideas we had about bein’ heroes…they disappeared. I’m a mechanical engineer, not a fuckin’ cop, not a soldier. I don’t have any fuckin’ combat skills. Shit was so bad…” He trails off for a second, the memory clearly uncomfortable but he shakes it off and continues. “…We turned in the other direction and sped off. Everyone comin’ out of that city was either infected or dead. I hope she got them out but I don’t fuckin’ know. We scrapped our plan of rescue either way. No way we could do it. I’m not a fuckin’ hero, and I hope my ex-wives got out safe but I doubt it.” He laughs again, exhaling somewhat sharply afterward. “Long story short? No fuckin’ idea, friend.”

#long post / #* hc. #* prompts / answered. #hey i did this last nite

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Rust Cohle in True Detective - The Long Bright Dark

#love one old asshole. #* visage. #* mannerisms.