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WALKINDVDE‌.

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Maybe Danny can remember what his father’s face looks like. Before and after when not even teeth remained. Instead there was the scorched earth. There are teeth now, teeth and flesh in better shape than they should be after a few decades. ‘Betcha missed me.’

   backlit by the bathroom he’s just stumbled out of, dan looks more intense than usual. twice as incensed with the view of his dead father. if it weren’t for tony’s shrill voice beating around his head, he might’ve been properly afraid. sing song, like he’s no more than twelve again, he hears himself boldly announce- ‘ false face, not real. ’ 

#walkindvd #* v. paging doctor sleep. #>:3C

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a bit of a longer break...bcs my harddrive got fried

i always make new blogs on the verge of some big schedule change, so while im not super super active this week, dont u dare think im leaving danny to rot.  we can still get into the nitty gritty of plotting and pre-est relationships in my spotty downtime, my disco is always up for grabs for mutuals!!!

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i always make new blogs on the verge of some big schedule change, so while im not super super active this week, dont u dare think im leaving danny to rot.  we can still get into the nitty gritty of plotting and pre-est relationships in my spotty downtime, my disco is always up for grabs for mutuals!!!

#* out. #ok.....time to sleep

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And it left a pearl in my head And I roll it around Every night, just to watch it glow

#UGH #* MP3.

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A Wrinkle In Time (2018) dir. Ava DuVernay

#* abby doo. #abra comin 2 save dans ass

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Ewan McGregor in Beginners 

#the one where hes just standing in his boxers... yea #* you can't blame human nature.

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NO BETTER BROAD IN A BRAWL! WRITTEN BY CLARA.

#* promo. #both pash and clara own my WHOLE ASS #claras stashing the reincarnated brain of gilda radner in her head

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BUNBURIE‌.

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     Not for the first time, he’s caught her crying. Wendy thinks sometimes about all the times she’s thought she was alone with her hands over her face and her eyes red and full, and whether Danny had been standing in the doorway or hearing something muffled through the wall. But he’s caught her outright now, and that’s no mistake. She wipes under her eyes with the heel of her hand and thinks about her mother saying that if you pull the skin under your eyes too much you’ll get wrinkles. People get wrinkles. 

     “Hi, doc,” she says and gives him a wet little smile. For a moment she wants to say something about this, the state she’s in, maybe lie that she’d had a headache or stubbed her toe, or just tell him sometimes people cry for no reason and it doesn’t mean they’re sad. She settles on something else. “You hungry?”

    ‘ uh huh,’ he answers flat as possible, making it very plain he’s decided to stumble in here out of concern for wendy and not his stomach. shaking as he is, it’s a ruse that never had much hope of being bought. worry is eating him inside and out, no mistaking. it’s an itchy feeling, like the rash he had on his arm last summer, and it woke danny from his nap in the shape of the word DIVORCE. mommy usually cries when she’s thinking about DIVORCE, and the taunting red letters are still dancing before his eyes as he blearily crosses the room to stand a good deal closer to her.

     ‘ you and daddy still love each other, right? ’

#bunburie #* v. the wasp nest. #;-;7

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@badcruiser​.

   static, he hears static. not the hush of a radio in-between frequencies either, the caustic kind that comes from an angry television set. like the little bits of people’s lives that float in and out of his ear, the epicenter is in someone else’s head. someone else who shines? hard to say. maybe it’s just a somebody who’s plain good at being well guarded. 

   dan takes it as a cue to head home and lie down, shouldering his way through the mall crowd, when his eyes snap to diangelo? (no that’s not right) -and the noise gets louder.  instead of thinking to himself ‘ what are you?, ’ he asks right it to her face. old childhood habits die hard. 

#badcruiser #i missed miss diosa #let me know if this is good for u ames!! #i figured bcs she just radiates Power anyway he wld notice

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#god ill never forgive stanley for killing dick #* you can't blame human nature. #* dick to my friends.

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There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

Stephen King, Doctor Sleep (via theanglicist)

#* you can't blame human nature. #: (

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@fraudest.

   ‘ you don’t have any charm bracelets stashed off display somewhere, do you? ’ of the faux luxe jewelry he’s been rifling through, there are pieces even dan would consider buying for himself, but nothing that wouldn’t clash with an old navy slogan tee.  ‘ it’s for my niece. she’s twelve.’

#fraudest #trying 2 support nadia in fiction by buying her stuff #* v. paging doctor sleep.

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BUNBURIE‌.

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     “Well, this is sufficiently morose.” She doesn’t sound all that upset by it, and in fact looks quite pleased with herself, legs swinging like she’s sitting on a bench at a county fair and deciding which place to visit first with her fistful of tokens. “And you come here every day of your own free will, is that right?”

   ‘ uh huh. ’ dan can’t match her level of (genuine?) enthusiasm, but relative to everyone else sat in the cafeteria, he’s bouncing off the ugly linoleum walls. ‘ i live here in fact. right in the turret on the top floor. ’

#bunburie #* v. paging doctor sleep. #jackie: on a scale from 1-10 how baller was ur father in person

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@bunburie.

         ‘ so- you’re an exorcist for a living. ’  he smiles at jules over the lip of his coffee mug like he’s just exchanged an inside joke with himself. in another lifetime, one where dan is dan but without the exact same trappings, he’d figure to be well built for the task. he doesn’t think he’d half hate the work either.  ‘ tell me about that, are you unionized? ’ 

#bunburie #* v. paging doctor sleep. #howdy bobbers.... #fancy seeing u here

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@isolationtender.

the on/off's humming neon has enough reach to cast an unflattering light on dan’s face, hollowing out the bags under his eyes, even as he stands a road away on the opposite sidewalk. he wonders what drinks are on tap, what sort of music is playing, what kind of girls are inside- what kind of boys. it’s stupid really, that curiosity should be the thing to drag him inside, not the veteran impulse to throw back a few shots.

     it’s stupid that he should even care about motivation, when the end game would be the same both ways. putting all his thought into moving away from the club in any direction, it figures that he should distractedly knock into somebody else. a real cliche of a stranger too, classically tall, dark, and handsome.      ‘ jesus, i’m sorry. i’m sorry. ’

#isolationtender #this is a real cliche of a starter but u kno what i can live iwth it bcs i gotta call blanche handsome and thats gay rights #* v. paging doctor sleep.

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ok ok ok ok, this is a starter call

#* out. #unless u tell me otherwise ur gonna get dan not danny #also ur welcome to make me starters :^) if u dont want to wait on me #im so ready 2 get cracking though

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indie dan torrance from the shining + doctor sleep, written by freddie. art credit.

#well well well #the shining rp #stephen king rp #* self promo.