Hey Nickolas Maybe U Should STOP SELLING DRUGS TO MICHAEL

hey nickolas maybe u should STOP SELLING DRUGS TO MICHAEL

maybe if he wasn't a coke addict i wouldn't have to hmm ?? HMM ??

🐝  *  ―  𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  these  are  taken  from  all  across  their  albums  and  were  translated  by  me.  no  guarantee  there  aren't  any  mistakes,  it  was  just  a  fun  thing  i  wanted  to  do  after  i  saw  them  live  recently.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  there’s no god in my heaven.  ❜ ❛  i’m coming back in ten days.  ❜ ❛  where do you want to go ?  ❜ ❛  who’s gonna hold oyur hand when it’s pulling you down ?  ❜ ❛  stop screaming and don’t fight back.  ❜ ❛  god knows i don’t wanna be an angel.  ❜ ❛  what are you ?  ❜ ❛  you say yes and i think no.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be my punishment.  ❜ ❛  give me your hand and play a game with me.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna cry for mercy.  ❜ ❛  i want you to trust me.  ❜ ❛  i want you to believe in me.  ❜ ❛  i’m lonely but i’m not alone.  ❜ ❛  your luck’s not my luck, it’s my misfortune.  ❜ ❛  we have to live til we die.  ❜ ❛  i don’t not want to hate me.  ❜ ❛  i’m gonna show you how it’s really done.  ❜ ❛  i’ll stay with you forever.  ❜ ❛  i can’t be without you.  ❜ ❛  i take fate into my own hands.  ❜ ❛  don’t disappoint me.  ❜ ❛  i don’t love you more or less than you loved me back when you were still in love with me.  ❜ ❛  where are you ? i don’t want to be so alone.  ❜ ❛  i know that sometime, someone is gonna love me.  ❜ ❛  don’t die before i do.  ❜ ❛  i’m waiting only for you.  ❜ ❛  you love me because i don’t love you.  ❜ ❛  don’t be afraid, i’m here.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t regret it.  ❜ ❛  i just want fun, i don’t want to fall in love.  ❜ ❛  so what’s the problem ?  ❜ ❛  he says i stole you. he doesn’t know you love me.  ❜ ❛  i never want to leave you.  ❜ ❛  you’re as beautiful as a diamond.  ❜ ❛  but please let me go.  ❜ ❛  show me yours, i’ll show you mine.  ❜ ❛  if only this could be forever.  ❜ ❛  no one believes me, no one trusts me.  ❜ ❛  i don’t even trust myself anymore.  ❜

@s-unfleur asked: ❛ i’m gonna show you how it’s really done. ❜ / feyd + not-batista from here

                Corner    of    his    lips    tug    gently    upwards.    It's    small,    looks    unnatural    on    his    hard,    pale    features.    Or    creepy,    as    if    there    was    something    more    sinister    under    the    surface    (    there    always    was    with    him    ).    Feyd    waits    a    moment,    arms    folding    across    his    chest.    It's    funny,    how    Glossu    thinks    this'll    be    easy    for    him.    Normally    the    younger    of    the    two    wouldn't    let    him    go    through    with    any    of    this,    he    would    have    held    a    knife    to    his    throat,    knocked    him    down    where    he    stood,    made    him    kiss    his    boot...    but    consider    his    curiosity    piqued.

                "    Go    ahead.    Show    me    how    to    be    a    disappointment.    "

@s-unfleur asked: “If you die can I have your share?” / holly + jamis from here

                Brows    furrow,    white    replaces    blue    in    her    eyes    a    moment.    She    takes    in    his    words,    analyzing    them    as    she    would    any    other    mans.    Her    body    jerks    with    a    short    laugh,    brows    still    knitted.    Now    there's    a    nod    of    her    head-    TRULY    though,    were    she    to    die,    who    would    it    go    to    ??    Paul    and    Jessica,    she    assumes.    The    only    people    she    knew    well    enough    here.

                "    Uh,    no.    "

                The    small    gesture    has    her    heart    pounding    in    her    ears,    hair    standing    on    end.    Holly    winces    under    the    stretch    of    fragile,    purpled    skin,    though    she    doesn't    object    to    anything    he    does    or    say.    If    she's    wrong    about    the    possibility    her    mentat    mind    had    created,    at    least    she'd    have    the    touch    to    remind    herself    of    what    could    have    been.

                Tongue    juts    out    to    wet    at    her    lips,    taking    them    in    between    teeth    for    a    moment.    She    shakes    her    head.    Holly,    of    course    realizes    that    he    is    out    of    his    element.    She    doesn't    blame    him,    she    is    too.    She    appreciates    the    effort    in    kindness    he    puts    forth    as    an    act    just    for    her.

                "    No,    none    at    all.    "    Not    technically    the    truth.    Of    course    there's    been    the    ones    who    whisper    among    themselves,    pick    up    their    food    and    move    when    she    sits    next    to    them...    the    stares...    nothing    different    from    Paul    and    Jessica's    case,    though    at    least    they    had    each    other.    And    the    southerners    were    on    their    side.    She    had    no    one,    except    Stilgar.    The    man    who    gave    her    his    own    water    just    so    she'd    make    it    to    the    sietch.    The    man    who    gave    her    a    water    ring    in    case    she    thirst    while    he    was    not    there.    Though    she    hardly    ever    leaves    his    bed    chambers    anymore.    It's    safer    in    there    than    it    was    in    the    common    areas.

                Holly    owes    this    man    her    life,    it    seems.    She'll    pay    him    back    when    she    feels    slightly    better    within    the    coming    days,    the    only    way    she    knows    how.    The    only    way    that    has    kept    her    alive    all    those    years.    

                "    I've    settled    in    quite    nicely.    "    Small    smile    tugs    at    lips    once    more.

he doesn't know why he fought so hard to save this foreign woman that he'd only briefly met many moons ago. perhaps it's that those two seconds of eye contact way back then was all it took for her to worm her way into his heart, much akin to the way shai hulud tunnels through the sand. he'd given her his water, his water rings, went to bat for her when every other person in the sietch wanted her dead: he may not know her well, but he was the closest thing she had to a friend. it was a strange term to him, & didn't sound good on his tongue. maybe he itches for more, but doesn't desire to hurt her when she's still recovering from her ordeal. self-control was rare, but he exercises it.

finger tucks itself beneath her chin so he can examine how the bruises littering her delicate skin are healing. the touch is so small, yet it has him wanting more. he goes against his culture & doesn't pursue the feeling. hand drops back to his side & nods. a tiny gesture, blue eyes glued to hers [ he looks at her like a lion stalking a gazelle ] ⸻ ❛ you are healing well. ❜ it's like a relief, but it doesn't show in stiff posture. everything about the situation is far, far out of his depth. he never had been a gentle, caring man. ❛ i trust that none of my people have been giving you any trouble? ❜

@s-unfleur asked: being admired and being loved aren't the same thing. / holly + leto from here

                Eyes    flicker    white,    expression    turning    into    that    of    a    quizzical    look.    Translucent    pupils    fixate    on    the    vase    sitting    out    of    place    on    the    small    table    pressed    up    against    the    wall.    Truly    it    did    not    belong    there,    but    that's    not    why    she    had    singled    it    out.    Eye    contact    had    been    too    painful    the    moment    she    realized    that    what    her    father    felt    for    her    had    not    been    love.    It    had    been    exactly    that,    admiration    of    an    object    to    be    shown    off.    She    can't    imagine    why.

                Eyes    return    to    normal    as    she    finds    her    gaze    falling    upon    the    Duke.    Head    tilts    to    the    side    a    moment,    hands    clasped    in    front    of    her    waist.    No,    they're    not    here    to    talk    about    the    mentat    girl.

                "    I    suppose    you're    right,    my    Lord.    Do    you    find    that    happening    often,    with    the    people    surrounding    you    ??    "