Mmm Oh I Can't Think About That Or I'll Die

Watching the Detectives (2007) dir. Paul Soter

Cain by José Saramago translation by Margaret Jull Costa

— Kaveh Akbar, from “Ways to Harm a Thing.”

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｡:゜᪤｡ event # 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — in celebration . ⭑𓂃 feat. @rodecstcr :

“ Sooo… Do you want to try this or…? ” César gestured to the cat, his suspicious – but very sleepy – eyes taking a peak of the two humans in front of him. “ He seems very chill and approachable right now. Does he hate you? Because he likes me, huh, most of the time. ” It was true. Garfunkel liked to listen to César’s whispers about some clients and loved the treats the man provided in secret. In fact, César wished to have some treats right now. A pic for a treat, would that even work? “ You try to hat him and I take the photo? ” He had the Spectra on one hand, the weird hat on the other, the two decisions being offered but only one being begged: please, grab the hat. “ Or do you want to, I don’t know, let rock, paper, scissors be our fate? ”

COMPANION (2025) — dir. Drew Hancock

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｡:゜᪤｡ hey,  is  that  radcliff's  very  own  poser ? yup,  i'd  recognize  césar miguel castillo’s  face  anywhere.  if  you  twisted  my  arm  and  asked  me  to  describe  them,  i’d  say  they’re  incredibly  charming,  leery,  adroit,  impulsive,  and  they  always  seem  to  be  carrying  around  a  very full keychain for  some  reason.  kind  of  weird,  right  ? when  they  hit  play  on  their  walkman,  you  just  know  it’s  abuso de autoridad  by  three souls in my mind  tickling  their  eardrums  —  a  creature  of  habit,  maybe  ?  they  have  the  same  peculiar  energy  as  a toy you carried around everywhere when you were little ; quivering your upper lip in disgust ; a swear word escaping your mouth mid argument ; lying to your own mother ; the sound of a nearby train passing and  work  at  scratch  that  with  all  the  other  losers.  shit  !  that’s  them  …  i guess  they’re  about  to  clock  in  for  their  dreadfully  long  shift.  well,  good  luck  to  ‘em ...

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⋆. hometown : terlingua, texas. d.o.b : august 1, 1957. age : twenty-six. pronouns : he / him. scratching  that for + than a year & a half. fc : taylor  zakhar  perez.

⋆. the true main suspect in a horror movie, maybe the ginger snaps itself. or just… richard cameron from dead poets society. perhaps heather duke from heathers ? oh, as a song ? i started a joke by the bee gees… and private eyes by daryl hall & john oates is on queue, for sure.

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hobbies, skills, habits, talents, mannerisms :

likes to learn things for its own sake and to show off to other people ; pulls the hair on his nape when stressed or anxious ; know too many party tricks ; rolls a perfect blunt ; draws a perfect square with no ruler ; had a horse as a pet ; knows how to play bass ; is his brother’s sponsor at NA ; certified liar ; speaks spanish and spatim (spanish + latin, made by him and his brother&sister) fluently ; college dropout (and he does not miss law) ; great driver ; is allergic to bees.

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what is césar’'s fav perfume ? andron for men by jovan + obsession by calvin klein.

what items can be found in césar’s pockets ? big ass keychain, a pocket knife, a funky looking lighter, sticking-plaster scooby-doo themed.

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he’s always saying : “actually, this has nothing to do with me” \ “yeah, well, believe me or not, that’s your choice to make” ;

lie most likely to tell : everysingleone “yeah, i’m pretty sure i told you that, like, days ago” \ “sure, but the thing is… i heard this rumour…”

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Standing 6'5" tall, this tanned skinned man has piercing hazel eyes, long eyelashes, small lips, small ears and thick eyebrows. His short hair is black, wavy, sometimes un-styled, and his seven o'clock shadow is often making an appearance.

He has long legs, a slender neck, defined abs, and lots of body hair. He has a tattoo on the palm of his hands and another on his left thigh. A particularly notable feature is his crooked smile and expressive eyes. He has a noticeable scar on his shoulder;

He often wears nice, fitting clothes that are mostly colourful; black, blue, red and green are easy finds in his wardrobe. He is usually seen wearing a chain necklace with the letter M, or a rosary, dark boots and a (broken) watch on his wrist.

Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography

From Circe by Madeline Miller

｡:゜᪤｡ open starter — at : break room . ⭑𓂃

Something’s wrong. Maybe it’s the new sugar Clementine got, or is the mug? He should've stuck to his old mug, but he just couldn't find it. Who could he blame then? Emilio, probably, since César saw the preppy asshole eyening the mug with a sort of… desire. Desire to steal.  Drinking the coffee again, César felt the urge to scream. What the fuck is wrong with it? He looked to the left, spotting the first person to walk in the break room. “ I need you. ” He voiced, serious as ever. “ Can you taste the coffee I made and explain to me what the fuck is wrong with it? It’s not as good as it should be. Something terrible happened. ”