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#alex jones prisoners (2013)
rowrowronnie · 18 days
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i hope he is shown love one day
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kuj0goth · 1 year
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My paul dano friends !!!! :3
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ricoelpobre · 9 months
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Barry, Alex, Winterman, Milland, Jones, etc.
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puzzlekinq · 5 months
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strawbarry
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sosigbb · 5 months
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theres pic of me holding alex jones like jeesus holding a lamb becuse ive used to rewatch this stupid movie and lost control of my life instantly
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flypanegg88 · 1 year
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You are Alex
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konnichihawa · 8 months
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and crossover
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k3niv3z · 1 year
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Prisoners, 2013
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eddienashtonn · 11 months
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alex is truly the most tragic and upsetting character i’ve witnessed in a long time. fuck y’all for making me watch that. i hate you. i’m continuing this journey tomorrow
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I love Alex dearly but Keller full on watched him choke a dog I’d be suspicious of him too :/
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kuj0goth · 1 year
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Alex…… alex jone……………..
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ricoelpobre · 9 months
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Forgot 2 post these lil berries
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puzzlekinq · 8 months
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today i give you. alex and eddie . take them. hold them gently like a small bird
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always-andromeda · 2 years
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Congratulations on 500!! You earned it! For a request could you do prompt: “The World Ender” for Alex/Barry? There’s a lot of stories where the reader is helping him, but not really anything for the other way around!
Author's Note | this concept is actually so creative?? like wow, anon, I hadn’t actually thought of something like this too much before!! so thank you so much for the request!!
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Being roommates with Alex should be simple, in theory. He's used to living small. Minimizing himself until he's barely noticeable. Call it a product of his childhood, but he usually feels the most useful when he's quiet. But he's not sure if he actually enjoys that existence. Or if he'd simply lived it for so long that it was all he knew.
This is why it really isn't easy being his roommate. Having known you for practically half his life, he's well aware of how...spirited...you can be. You live in a way that he's not used to. So far removed from how Holly had raised him to be: broken apart until he fit into any mold the world could throw at him.
He has a hard time expressing it, but in a strange way, he's grateful. Being around such a strong personality brings him out a little more. You don't overwhelm his senses. He's tuned into your energy; how you move, how you breathe, how you speak. He can't say that about many people. And you wouldn't think he'd be so analytical just from looking at him. But that's one good thing the silence gave him; his intuition.
It's how he knows something is wrong when you come through the front door and sit down on the couch. You don't say a single word to him, just stare blankly at the cooking show he'd clicked on when he got home from work.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his tone soft.
Within seconds, your cold demeanor washes away. You head falls to the back of the couch and you close your eyes, letting out a sigh that you wish could flush out your nerves.
"Pullman fired me today." you reply quickly.
Alex's heart drops to his stomach. You'd worked so hard at that job; picking up all the extra hours they gave you in hopes they would see your dedication and reward you in some way. Of course they didn't. In their eyes, you're nothing special. Just another cog in the machine that could easily be plucked and tossed to the side. The world has plenty of other cogs that will fit just fine; thank you.
Alex has always been supportive of you. Every time you vented about the stress, he did his best to listen and to offer comfort where he could. But this was a different hurt that he hadn't felt radiating off of you before. And as he searches through his mind for some way to help, he thinks of the best idea.
Wordlessly, he rises from the couch, leaving you behind only for a moment as he heads to the hallway closet. Flipping on the yellow hall light and scanning over the shelves, he searched for the right blanket. He runs his hand down the stack, feeling each texture until he gets to a large quilt. He distinctly remembers you using it one night when you and him had a movie night a while back. It's perfect.
You hear the sliding glass door leading to the backyard open and close but ignore it. A handful of minutes later you hear it again. And when you open your eyes, Alex stands beside you, nudging your shoulder with a gentle hand. "Come outside." he says simply.
Figuring he must've found another frog outside, you follow. But instead, you find yourself standing on the porch, looking out over the small patch of land that constitutes your background. Right in the center of the lawn, Alex had laid out the blanket perfectly; no wrinkles or folds in the fabric.
As he sits cross-legged on the left side of the blanket, he motions for you to join him.
You take the spot beside him, grateful that the stifling summer air has faded into a comfortable breeze. The lush green grass was all the more comfortable with the blanket placed over the top of it.
"Look," Alex points up towards the endless night sky. "Stars."
"Stars." you conclude. For a little while, your pain blows away as you lay back on the blanket, bringing your hands behind your head. You stare into the void of the universe. And, funnily enough, the memory of Pullman calling you into his office and curtly informing you that you'd been fired...it seemed so meaningless. But in the most comforting way possible. These were the moments that mattered most to your soul; not stupid job and your idiot manager.
"Does this help?" Alex mumbles.
He feels euphoric seeing you smile even a tiny bit as you answer, "Yeah. It does. Thanks, bud."
This quiet isn't the kind of quiet that the world forced him into. This is the kind of quiet that heals. The kind of quiet that makes him feel like he can exist safely and peacefully with someone. That he can be useful in a brand new way.
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hopevampire · 11 months
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alex winterman jones — prisoners (2013)
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