Tag: alpha dave strider

known-ghost‌:

““what inspired your latest movie?” 

“well I was butt-fuck drunk and trying to make myself a good ol’ pb&j at 2 AM because fuck if I know how to make anything else and I couldn’t see the numbers on the phone straight enough to dial for take-out. And while I’m spreading the jam on my bread and simultaneously managing to get strawberry shit over every part of the kitchen one of my mortally wounded fruit-covered hands went for my glass of jack D’s but that shit’s slipperier than sloppy seconds with a two cent whore and before I knew it I couldn’t tell where the fruit guts ended and mine began — not that my guts were coming out or anything, I think I was too hammered to have done anything other than laugh if I saw my small intestines spilling out my belly button so I probably wouldn’t be here today if that was the case — but anyway I ate my sandwich without remembering to put peanut butter or a second piece of bread on it, with glass shards embedded in my heels, and after I woke up the next morning the mess on the floor kinda reminded me of Canada so it only made sense to make my next movie about basketball.””

— Exclusive interview with the hottest script writer/movie producer/director of our generation, Dave Strider.

spinnedcycle:

p. 001583-001584:

“Believe it or not, this attack presages the moment when Rose does the exact same thing to Guy Fieri as a fifty-something-year-old woman in an alternate universe.”

holy shit, so alpha rose and dave lived to their fifties?

I mean it makes sense since it would have taken a couple decades for the world to get to such a state after 11/11/11, but I think the fandom (and myself tbh) always assumed they weren’t much older than mom and bro

alphaderse:

Its 1 am and all i can think about is the way they coil together away from the horrors suffocating them at every angle – how their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, how when her fingers twist tight with his they are no longer afraid of a death that is inevitable and encroaching

alphaderse:

Ok but his fingers stained grey from the ash clinging to her skin and hes sobbing and laughing and smiling a watery desperate smile (because all hope is lost) as he clings to her – her toes barely dragging the floor, floating above him, gnashed apart with tentacles that smell like seawater and blood

She is Lost to Grief and he wants to be lost with her, to crawl inside the icy (drowned) grey of her skin, to drown himself in the ink dripping from her lips, to sink sink sink until maybe they both rise back up on the other side, safe in the sun, free from their pasts and the corpses at their feet