come here often, handsome? ;*
fuck off, jed
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𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : huntedvideo .
malcolm bright , [ text ] can you let me in? i’m out front.
noticing his phone light up on his nightstand, fin reaches one long arm over to clasp the electronic, squiting down at the text with one eye closed. glance flashes up to the time in the right hand corner of the screen - 1:23 am. it irks fin a bit that malcolm knows he wouldn’t be sleeping, even this late.
sms ; mr. brightside. whatre you gonna give me for letting you in
sms ; mr. brightside. i take cash check and venmo
sms ; mr. brightside. im kidding give me a second to put pants on
he’s slow to roll out of bed, man yawning as he grabs several times for his sweatpants that lay in a puddle on the floor. managing to grip them on the last try, fin yanks them onto long legs, covering boxer briefs in an attempt to be decent. when he can’t find a clean shirt, he opts to approach the door without one. at least he’d tried. hilt of palm is pressed into one tired eye as he glances through the peep hole, assuring himself that it was actually malcolm and not someone who was trying to kill him ( it happens more than one would think ). opening the door, finley gives the other man a smirk, small and expectant, as he steps aside to let malcolm in. ‘ welcome to casa de stevens. to what do i owe the pleasure? ’ @rightremor.
malcolm bright was not known for working well with others . in fact , he was notorious for quite the opposite - the bureau’s most irritating , most difficult . no one worked with malcolm bright unless they had to , & malcolm would admit that preferred working alone anyway . at least , until fin entered the picture , & now malcolm found himself standing outside his door in the midst of another sleepless night , one glove wedged between teeth to make the task of texting less taxing . & he’s mid - message when the door opens , blinking doe - eyed up at fin’s half dressed form in front of him .
& he smiles , letting the glove fall from his mouth into his hand as he shuffles into the warmth of the building .
❝ well , you’re in luck , my friend , ❞ he starts , fumbling with the conglomerate of loose items in his hands . finally , though one glove finds itself discarded on the ground in the process , malcolm manages to produce a totally inconspicuous brown paper bag from somewhere in his coat . & he beams , brows raising pointedly , ❝ my mother always taught me to never show up to someone’s home empty handed . i hope you like whiskey . ❞
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[ 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁 ] : EVERYTHING IS A TARGET , SAYS THE HUNTER . the hunter’s son says nothing , & closes his eyes — an independent , private & selective literate portrayal of malcolm bright from the fox series prodigal son . highly adaptable muse with verses in stranger things , dead by daylight & more . content warning for mentions of : child abuse , murder / death , serial killers , eating disorders , drug / alcohol abuse & unreality . profiled by sunny ( he / him , 21+ ) since 2020 , remade 2022 .
sideblog . playlist . multi ( rules ) . info ( old ) .
a written study in the themes of : nature vs nurture , the exploitative nature of true crime , frankenstein’s creature , fear of madness / descent into madness , the sins of the father are visited upon the children , saturn devouring his son , the lasting effects of childhood trauma , what would i be without the ghosts ? , i only wanted to be good , to be loved is to be good , god loves you / not enough to save you , sense(less) of self , optimistic pessimism & the pain of incurable hope .
psd . screencaps .
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ok firstly I’m traumatized, not crazy, so jot that down
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@lavnders asked , for theo !
⤷ ❝ i do not think it means what you think it means . ❞
there was something about this place that felt safe . in malcolm’s mind , the logic of it falls together perfectly . if he were profiling himself , it’d be a cinch — those who experience trauma in childhood are far more likely to seek out the comfort of a childhood lost than those without . and those whose childhoods were missing completely , obscured behind an opaque screen of prison visits & hazy , fragmented images of memories that were now indecipherable from fabricated dreams , were especially likely to retreat to a childlike mindset in moments of stress . anxiety . fear . his hands turn a stuffed bear over on the desk , button eyes glinting up at theo now . it’s harder to admit , in an emotional sense , that he only desires a little bit of comfort .
❝ what do you think it means , then ? ❞ it isn’t a challenge , it’s an inquiry . he’d begun consulting her for a reason . children always were his blind spot , ❝ what am i missing , doctor crain ? ❞
the princess bride sentence starters . accepting .
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bitches will lay awake at night being emotionally obliterated by the idea of malcolm bright being, at his core, an optimistic person with a big heart who looks to see the best in others no matter how many ways the world should rightfully have squashed that light out of him by now
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