The Darkness Takes Us Hostage And Spits Us Out Unmade. You Try To Put Me Back Together But Darling, Some

nokingcharlie‌:

♛ — “You’re telling me. Feel like everyone suggest I do something about my drinking but why should I if I enjoy it.” Charlie nodded as he walked with him to his place. “Beer sounds good but I wouldn’t mind taking a look at what hard stuff you have.” — ♛

“That’s the spirit!” He clapped him on the back, continuing further and thankful they didn’t have much farther to go. “Are you a tequila guy? No -- vodka! Is vodka your style?” He asked playfully.

@wcstelavd

who is the tiny one? 🥰

icyelva‌:

Elva frowned, watching him go. She should just let him keep walking, she should just leave him alone. It was safer for him, it was better this way. He could be happy alone, right? Right? “Ugh!” She said aloud as she chased after him, “Salem Skellington, you get back here right now!” She demanded, “You think you can just walk away after saying something like that?” She shoved his shoulder, not hard, but enough to show him her frustration. “I’m not going to let you go and get hurt or whatever. Now who’s after you, tell me what’s really going on?”

Salem stopped, turning back to Elva . It was better if he stayed far away from her, why was she stopping him? He barely moved when she shoved him, surprising considering he was almost always swaying on his feet. “It’s nothing that serious, you know me. I just can’t stay out of trouble.” He shrugged, looking everywhere but directly at her. The bar fight that caused all this really wasn’t that serious, he had just meant he was bound to get in trouble again because he always did. It was in his nature to invoke chaos. “C’mon, Elva. You know it’s not good for you to get involved with me. I’ll just screw up your life... that’s why you don’t want to hang out anymore,” he muttered the unfair words, knowing they would hurt and he hated himself for saying it. It was just so painful to feel so much for Elva and know that he was too screwed up to ever have her.

lovewrotes‌:

           FIND  HER  clinging  to  the  wall  ;  as  if  floor  lava  and  she  too  afraid  to  take  a  step  CLOSER  off  the  rug  .  “  not  you  ?  what’s  …  what’s  stopping  you  ? “  is  the  only  thing  elly’s  caught  ,  repeating  after  him  in  a  certain  kind  of  CONFUSION  .  and  it’s  this  :  doesn’t  want  to  imagine  him  as  something  less  than  her  expectations  ,  chalk  it  up  to  some  romanticized  version  of  him  in  her  head  .  “  i  mean  .  YEAH  .  you  made  it  worth  it  ,  i  guess  .  don’t  …  don’t  usually  come  to  these  things  .  “

     his gaze drifted to the floor, head tilting to the side in contemplation. his addictions were known to everyone but his parents, how he was managing that was a miracle, but most wouldn’t care to ask about him unless they knew of his father. “ lots goin’ on up here, ” he tapped his temple, meeting her gaze once again. not a lie, not the full truth either. “ cool. i’m glad you came then. ” he flashed her a genuine, almost sweet smile.

wickedissms‌:

Maleficent closed her eyes and penetrated his mind. He was surprisingly gifted, probably because of all the difficult things he’d seen. Trauma was the best way to strengthen the mind from attack. They didn’t call it putting up walls for nothing. She filtered through the boring stuff, looking for connections. Elva, that was obvious, Harry hook, well he might be useful, but Uma would be the goal anyway and she already had that fish on the hook so to speak. His parents…they could be useful. They clearly loved him, how could she use him to get to them? That would be exciting. Finally she did what she said, built a barrier in his mind against the sensory input he didn’t want. She also left a little back door, one small enough for her to enter at any point. She opened her eyes, “Well? How do you feel?”

The physical touch of her fingertips, the feel of them falls away and instead, he feels like she is leaving fingerprints on his mind. Constantly, he felt a pressure on his mind from the voices and figures trying to claw their way inside without a care for what it did to him. After a moment, it all fell away. His mind didn’t feel empty but it felt free from the pressure that had been driving him into madness. It was a better euphoria than the drugs had ever given him and the bliss only broke when she spoke once again. “I feel --- amazing.” A large grin broke across his face and he pulled her into a hug before he could even register himself moving. “Thank you, really, you saved me.”

sweetmvsics‌:

           blinks  ,   she takes the  HINT  to not be too pushy  .   she gets there  ,   but at least sia knows  when  to stop  .     “  okay  -  oh !   electrolytes are good too  .   and tea ?   probably ?  ”    blinks  ,    again  .   maybe he  doesn’t  remember  .   perhaps  …  a reminder ?     “  oh  -  i saw you last night  .   you looked pretty messed up  -  but you were  nice  so  -  why not ?   i like it when people help hungover me  .  ” 

     “ oh yeah -- sports drinks are good shit for hangovers because of that. ” that was why he was out with a hangover in the first place. he needed to restock his kitchen so he could resist going out and ultimately getting himself into trouble all over again. “ really ? cool then um guess i should thank my drunk self then. usually i only hear about the wild things i’ve done the night before. ”

@wickedissms

The Only Living Boy in New York (2017)

thefirstmate‌:

    harry would have laughed at the idea of him being related to any of those prissy princesses if it wasn’t so offensive. “yeah – no. i ain’t related to any o’ them fairy tale losers. sorry tae disappoint an’ all. i’m a hook, not a prince.”

   “ hook --- pirate ! ” he exclaimed with an excited smile. “ that means ya know how to drink, yeah? wanna make a bet? if you can beat me in a drinking contest then --- i’ll tell you all about halloween town. if i beat you then --- ah, you owe me a bottle of the famed pirate rum i hear all about. deal? ”

wcstelavd‌:

“oh you should never feel worthless, not when you are so damn great,” gil sighed, a pout resting on his lips as he turned to face salem, letting him move the drink even though it made him pout some more. “but i once heared that saying – wine comes in, truth comes out so it must be true. i know they care but that doesn’t mean i am needed,” he responded as he met the other’s eyes. “i suppose you are right but you don’t know – maybe they just feel bad about telling me i’m not good enough. what do i have that they will need ?” he looked down as he let his hands fall to the side, “did – did anyone ever push you away because they no longer wanted you, salem ? because if so – they’re dumb. you’re great. a little bit of a mess but that’s fine – we all are, clearly,” he offered him a small smile.

if only that were true. salem was a mess that no one wanted to deal with, including himself. the skellington boy was also terrible at offering comfort, his buzzed brain trying to come up with the answers that gil wanted. “ well --- vks, i’ve noticed don’t keep things around they don’t need, yeah? and there’s a lot about you that’s super awesome, gil. ” the words started out hesitant, salem not wanting to make gil feel judged for being a vk.  “ uhh---” salem had no words for that question, hands falling from gil’s face as he thought back to all the people that had been pushed away by his addictions. “ more like --- what i did pushed them away. i’m really not that great. i’m a useless huge mess of ghost --er person,” he admitted with dry laughter.