sagaiismsā.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā donāt tell your father i told you this ,Ā ā she says ,Ā turning and glancing away from the blueprint momentarilyĀ to look at her middle child.Ā ā but i think you got allĀ your rhythm from me.Ā i used to dance ,Ā in school.Ā it helped me a lot.Ā ā an activity that involved not touching people ,Ā that she had to concentrate on:Ā it did wonders.Ā maybe itās something theo would want to do in the future.Ā olivia knows she will wholeheartedlyĀ support her ā¦Ā even if it means being around entitled parents who think theirĀ children are the next best thing.Ā ā whatās that song i keep hearing you listen to?Ā itās catchy.Ā almostĀ makes me want to dance myself.Ā ā when was the last time she and the kids just heard a good songĀ together and danced to it?Ā she canāt even remember.
šššššššš ššššš (Ā @detouchā ).
āDad dances like someone stepped on his toes.āĀ Ā Itās true. Itās the regular and well-documented dad-dancing that shifts him from the heel of one foot to the other with a flailing of limbs that Theoās pretty sure he doesnāt know what to do with... thatās as flashy as he gets. Sheās a little standoffish -- has the hems of her sweater sleeves pulled hard over her hands, and she blinks a couple times when her mom asks about the music. (She always thinks sheās alone when she dances -- the makeshift dance studio feels pretty empty and thereās a TV with a VCR she can rewind the same video through. She hasnāt quite figured out all the moves, but she likes watching it over and over until some of it sticks.)
āItās called Cold Hearted. The videoās pretty cool -- theyāre really good at dancing. NotĀ like dad.ā
Guess what! She didnāt find a bathroom. Itās not a bathroom. Oh my god itās not a bathroom. She feels around for a second with her shaking, trembling, shiveringĀ hands, grasping. Wool, wool, wool, cashmere, fabricā a coat closet. Sheās found a funeral home coat closet. And the smell of funeral home mothballs andā¦.Ā
āah!āĀ
Itās a startled sound because thereās this lightĀ thunk, but since sheās in hyperpanic, what canāt she hear? She accidentally takes downā a jacket that rips off and she falls with it, and sheās on her knees and realizing sheās crying but trying not to make a sense. Thereās hands over her mouth untilā
Theo?Ā
Dani.
āiāll be rightā out.ā Itās a coat closet, Danielle. Itās a coat closet. She knows itās not a bathroom. This is her sisterās house. She knows you just walked into a coat closet and hoped blindly that this was a bathroom but itās not a bathroom god dani sheās gonna think youāre so stupid. God daniāĀ
āshit.ā Comes clumsily out of her mouth, like she can hideĀ somehow. She isnāt. Theo knows sheās here and itās clear sheās freaking out, but when isnāt she? (Uh, maybe when she ran through a mansion filled with horrifying scary movie monsters but as people.) And she wants to open the door again andā¦ mitigate this total humiliation, butā
Sheās knocked down, like, half the coats and sheās just nested in them, clinging and clutching because at least, conveniently, this is grounding.Ā
Thereās a clatter that sounds like Kevinās shoes being kicked from one side of the closet to the other, and thatās fine because Theoās been telling him to get rid of that specific pair of Nikes that screamĀ mid-life crisis for the past three years. Thereās another that sounds like a coat going down, the scrape of the hanger, the muffled thwumpĀ of shit falling on top of shit and -- okay. Itās been a long night. Fuck, itās been a long fucking year.Ā
(That house will never leave them, and itās pretty evident after the night theyāve had. It fucking feasts on them, pulls them apart, rib by rib, bone by bone, until thereās nothing but a noose and a greying corpse to make of them. Mom was first. Then Nell. It tried to take Luke, then Steve, then Shirley and Theo, then it went for someone totally fucking innocent. And honestly? Theyāre lucky to be alive. Theyāre lucky to -- not be stuck in the goddamn fucking red room. Jesus, thereās a lot to unpack there.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCan I come in?āĀ Ā Itās cautious. Theo has a pretty good idea of whatās going on -- the first night they met, it was something similar, but it was crouching behind a plant pot just off the porch and she was this close to being convinced that Shirleyās porch light was about to come on and she was going to stare them both down until they shifted it inside or Dani started breathing long enough to make it back to her car. Nice enough. Big pile of emotional issues to deal with. Itās a touch thing.
She tentatively closes a gloved hand around the doorknob and twists it, slowly, carefully, sure to keep everything level and calm because thatās a fucking coat closetĀ and sheās cowered in the corner like thereās a whole spate of monsters sitting outside that door. Okay. Monster in the closet. Monster under the bed. Sheās dealt with that kind of situation in kids a fraction of her age with pigtails and scuffed knees -- she can handle this.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā So she does. She crouches, keeping a little space between the two of them, and eventually eases back on her heels and sits down opposite.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās been a pretty fucked up night.ā
orphan black starters, episode 1-5. Ā Ā Ā (suicide ment.)
- iām back in town.Ā
- well thatās not fair, is it?Ā
- bitch.Ā
- stop the train!Ā
- you look like crap.Ā
- i hit him first this time. with an ashtray. so heās a little blue.Ā
- youāve been gone for almost a year.Ā
- i saw a girl kill herself.Ā
- when youāre a poor little orphan foster wretch, anythingās possible.Ā
- i havenāt seen her in like a year.
- any second, someoneās gonna ID the body, and itās game over.Ā
- youāre damn right.Ā
- suddenly you donāt give a damn, i get pissed.Ā
- youāll probably take off again.Ā
- i panicked. whereās your wit gone? you havenāt called me dipshit all day.Ā
- you donāt have to babysit me, dipshit.Ā
- i know this thing has got you all twisted up, but you gotta forgive yourself.Ā
- iām having trouble with detail, so iām not sure i should say anything at all.Ā
- try to separate mistake from result.Ā
- can we get the elephant out of the room?Ā
- the last thing i am is special.Ā
- if that was my boyfriend, iād jump in front of a train too.Ā
- the whole sad point is nobody would notice if i died.Ā
- let me finish what i started and the iāll come back for you and her, yeah?Ā
- youāre gonna disappear again?Ā
- youāre already dead.Ā
- itās gonna be an intimate memorial piss-up.Ā
- you know what, first though, you need a shower and a xanax.Ā
- are you back on the meds?Ā
- call me or iāll squeeze your bloody bollocks in a viceāĀ
- it was always fight or flight with her.Ā
- i still want us to be together. it can work, yeah?Ā
- someone shot her right in front of me.Ā
- thereās blood everywhere!Ā
- you need to get rid of the body!Ā
- i canāt figure out why she killed herself.Ā
- i have a knife and i will stab you in the face.Ā
- i was mad at you so i decided to blow all the money from your stolen coke on it.Ā
- why are you suddenly dressing like a punk rock ho?Ā
- youāre not ready for this. you need to take more time.Ā
- i can see itās killing you, but you stopped talking to me months ago.Ā
- i canāt keep waking up every night, checking your breathing, worried youāre mixing your meds, booze, god knows what else āĀ
- iām not dirty. i just freaked out.Ā
- i told her to freeze. she didnāt. she ran.Ā
- youāre making me nervous.Ā
- theyāre gonna start to dig. and if they dig, they find the pills.Ā
- iāve got to carry what i did.Ā
- do you want a cuppa?Ā
- i think whatever she found out drove her nuts and she topped herself.Ā
- iāll call back at midnight.Ā
- why would you go in my room?Ā
- rock and roll.Ā
- who am i speaking to?
- iām a few, no familly too. who am i?Ā
- why lord, why me? i never wanted any part of this.Ā
- do i wear a huge ākick meā sign on my back?
- hide your ugly face on the way out.Ā
- i had to go to bed, bath and beyond, okay? nobody wants to admit that.Ā
- what the hell did you say to the shrink?Ā
- what are you gonna say to change her mind?Ā
- whatās the difference between a mood stabiliser and an antipsychotic again?Ā
- why do you have to be such a hard-ass?Ā
- i just need you to be my backup, okay?Ā
- youāre gonna shoot me while your kids are sleeping?Ā
- i was running from my own shit.Ā
- she was losing it. like, clinically.Ā
- youāre not supposed to be parked here at night.Ā
- do not shoot me please!Ā
- you point a gun at my brother again and i will kick the living shite out of you!Ā
- last i checked, it was illegal, let alone impossible.Ā
- am i going insane?Ā
- bodyās chewed up pretty bad.Ā
- i think that some idiot didnāt realise they were burying a body next to an active quarry.Ā
- do you have a criminal record?Ā
- wasted youth, alright?Ā
- wowā¦ welcome to the trip, man.Ā
- let me see your weapon.Ā
- just give me an hour or two to get up to speed for christās sake.
- if you ask me about that money one more time, i swear to god, itās going in the shredder.Ā
- do you know who shot her in the head?Ā
- whoās killing us?Ā
- thatās good. try and keep your sense of humour.Ā
- you think someoneās jerking your chain?Ā
- i should probably get back to my real job now.Ā
- you could rob me blind.Ā
- weāre hoping you realise you canāt run away from this.Ā
- you cannot hide in minimalist furniture!Ā
- i think youāre being a bitch.
- how would you like it if i started pulling this schizophrenic hot-and-cold crap on you?
- the body dump doesnāt match the professional hit.Ā
- this perpās got some deep-seated spiritual problems.Ā
- i think he went into one of the abandoned buildings here.Ā
- i should have had your back.Ā
- look, shit happens fast, okay?Ā
- iām not gonna let you drive me home like an invalid.Ā
- hey, youāre not gonna hug me, are you?Ā
- now can you please tell me what in the hell happened to your face?Ā
- itās not about revenge.
- she was on this killerās hit list and now i am.Ā
- if sheās not dead, we need to find her. find out what she knows.Ā
- iĀ just need some time to myself.Ā
- name me one homicide ever pinned on a female sniper.Ā
- female killers tend to suffer from chronic detachment. isolation breeds sociopaths.Ā
- you could have killed me, but here we are.Ā
- anybody else feel like they have a target on their back?Ā
- i donāt think you understand the situation here.Ā
- youāre a punk! be one!Ā
- no wonder she wants to leave.
- youāre like a completely different person these days.Ā
- itās this case. itās a bitch.Ā
- we donāt bring that shit in here, right?Ā
- whatāre you gaping at?Ā
- you ever fight a woman?Ā
- they do say, crazy makes you strong.Ā
- if youāre hearing this, you found a body.Ā
- youāre different than the others.Ā
- i think iām dying.Ā
- i came out the woodwork. where did you come from?Ā
- iām sorry about this but itās very important that you keep this a secret.Ā
- well, unleash the doves. world peace must be right around the corner.Ā
- i came back to prove that i could, but iām not doing anybody any good.Ā
- so the killer is still out there?Ā
- youād stab me in the eye with a nail file?Ā
- youāre shaking like a leaf.Ā
- thereās the gun you wanted.Ā
- last time i checked, iām the only one defending us.Ā
- iām gonna shoot his balls off.Ā
- i donāt leave prints when i burgle.Ā
- she wasnāt messing around, was she?Ā
- you silly bitch, would you get your fanny out of there?Ā
- iām entitled to a little privacy.Ā
- you were the one who introduced me to punk rock.Ā
- stay in school.Ā
- you bitch! you faked it! how could you goddamn do this to me?!Ā
- are you still concerned about her mental health?Ā
- howād you do it?Ā
- we were on top of the world!Ā
- we were parasites.Ā
- is every man in your life a complete wanker, except me?Ā
- iām about to go in and shoot him in the balls.Ā
- this is our chance to get answers.Ā
- i thought you handed in your sidearm.Ā
- well, apparently, iāve got a stalker.Ā
- i didnāt mean to get all tangled up with you.Ā
- if she really is dead, how do i know you didnāt kill her?Ā
- she killed herself because the man she loved turned her whole life into a lie.
- this is a sick test, isnāt it? isnāt it?!Ā
- you think i had a choice?Ā
The Haunting of Hill House | S1E01: Steven Sees a Ghost
just so weāre all on the same page we all saw vioIaās entrance and thought ........ gay right
Kate Siegal as Theodora Crain ā The Haunting of Hill House (2018)
When I said you could live here, I wasnāt expecting the pussy parade.
@martysideā / Trish.
Sheās used to being in control. Prefers it. She heard the car pull up and rushed to grab her shoes, but thereās something about the walls in Shirleyās guest house -- theyāre selectively thin. (She says selective, because sheās pretty sure Shirley wouldāve said something about the noise. More so than just calling it the pussy parade.) Oh fuck, she hears the distinct shrill tone of her sister. Something about a girl who comes back that feels kind of alien. Oh fuck, sheās talking to Shirley.
(Theo darts out, hopping into her shoes and slinging her jacket over her shoulder. This feels like a bomb about to go off, and yeah... she wants to avoid that. So she gives her sister a look, and -- oh, good. She can take a hint. Shirley wanders back to the main house, leaving Theo with her keys in one hand and an unlaced boot on her foot.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI see youāve, uh. Met my sister.āĀ Cue the awkward smile. Fuck you, Shirl.
suresaintā.
It wasnāt a very fun conversation. She listened to the woman opposite her as patiently as she could, but the more she listened, the more her smile faded. All she could think was that Steveās sister wanted the house for herself, because why else would she be there? Boy was she glad she didnāt have any siblings to contend with. Money. That always ended up being the source of familial fracture, didnāt it? Who got what from their parents once they died?Ā I knew there was a catch, she thought. Nobody sells a house that beautiful, and that size, so cheaply ā
The seconds ticked by loudly as she considered, in silence, what to say. Now she wished sheād never picked up the phone and cancelled on her friend. She could be at the bar by now, drinking, playing pool and winning, maybe hitting on the barmaid. Instead, she found herself in the middle of a family feud she knew nothing about, nor wanted to, and all because sheād bought somebodyās old family home. Zelda was sympathetic, at least. She guessed she would find it difficult to let go of her momās house, too, if it ended up being the only thing she had left of her.Ā
But the sale had been finalised a while ago. Zelda had been the owner of Hill House for a good few weeks by now, and had spent even more money on all of the tools and materials she knew she would need to fix the place up. She wasnāt about to let it go.
Zeldaās forehead creased, fingers lacing together as she leant her forearms on her desk, clearing her throat of its awkwardness.Ā Ā āI uh āāĀ Ā Her lips pursed.Ā Ā āWhat do you want, exactly? It was a totally legal purchase. I had my lawyers check it all out. Look, I ā Iām sorry, but the house is mine now. Fully. I donātā¦ really know what else to say to you. Soā¦ I guess if all youāre trying to do is get me to hand it back over, then we donāt have much more to talk about. Anything, actually. We donāt have anything more to talk about.ā
To stress that continuing the conversation was pointless, she stood up and walked towards the door. When her hand touched the handle, she looked at Theodora again. Because she felt guilty.Ā Ā āI amĀ sorry. You can come see it or something, once Iāve finished with the renovations, if you really miss it. Or, well. I donāt know. I donāt know what to tell you.ā
Theo feels her jaw set. Of fucking course she sounds like a jealous sibling pushed out of a windfall of cash. And honestly, fifteen grand had just about finished covering her PhD and the piece of shit book that would, theoretically, make all of them rich if theyād stuck around longer than the eight percent royalty cheque Steve decided to write out, but holy fuck. And yeah, that kind of stings, because if it had just been about money, Theo can learn a thing or two from Luke. Stealing. Cheating. Lying. There are easier ways of getting rich than fucking with that house.
āYou should really read Steveās book. Itās a piece of shit, but youād at least understand it better. I can assure you, I donāt want a cent from that house. If Iām totally honest, Iād burn it to the ground before letting someone else set foot in there.āĀ Ā And Steveās a bastard for letting it go. Heās gone from a struggling writer to something of a sensation and thereās no fucking reasonĀ to sell that godforsaken house. (She remembers that night better than he does. Heās black gaps and creaking floorboards. Theoās watching it through her dadās fucking eyes and sensing corpses left right and centre. Fuck you, Steve.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe house is going to kill you. The same way it killed my mom, and countless of people before her. You can keep the house. I donāt want it. But lock the doors, and throw away the fucking key.āĀ Ā She figures itāll be taken metaphorically. Thereās a long stream of mental illness in that house, or something along those lines. But thereās not a single one of them that left that house unscathed -- Lukeās an addict, Nellieās on the edge nearly every fucking day, Shirleyās a control freak who lives in a funeral home, and Steve chooses to ignore every fucking thing that comes his way. (She knows sheās not in the clear. But itās easier to sort through everyone elseās problems than fester in her own.)
wellwardā.
@detouchā sent: āiām just kind of a germophobe.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Maryās hovering hand retracts. āI quite understand.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It feels like rejection, of a kind, but then, she can imagine how terrible it is to be someone leery ofā¦ Contamination, is that it? And to have someone hovering over you, fussing and patting and fluffing like an old lady over her bichon frise. She smooths down her sweater instead and moves a step away from Theo, giving her space.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThank you for beingā¦ Forthright with me, Dr. Crain.ā She means it. āLet me see. I was going to ask if you knew where there might be aā¦ Hardware store, I suppose, in this area? I donāt know it very well.ā She sighs. āI haveāa bit of a project Iām working on. Iām looking for handles. Drawer handles.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSounds like quite the project.āĀ Ā Theo keeps her hands to herself, and tucks them back into her pockets. Itās a comfort thing, really, and thereās a cold that settles itself on her face that Theo hasnāt been able to shake over the past few years. Being a germophobeĀ is infinitely easier than explaining something sheās been trying to get to grips with for a solid thirty years. It breaks any semblance of familiarity, and Doctor CrainĀ moves the next pawn onto the chessboard. She figures thereās a joke in there thatās held behind her teeth. Itās a what, Iām a lesbian so I know everything about hardware and DIY?Ā that revels in a specific kind of levity that Theoās never awarded herself, so she watches instead.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThereās a Home Depot in South Bay.āĀ Ā Drawer handles. Not exactly her area of expertise, but it beats talking about touchĀ or the way she tugs at the hem of her gloves for any longer than she has to.Ā Ā Ā āBut Iām not Google. Iām sure itāll come up with somewhere closer.ā
twicelitā.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā sheĀ sitsĀ beforeĀ her,Ā cross-leggedĀ inĀ aĀ chairĀ opposite.Ā sheĀ is,Ā noĀ doubt,Ā asĀ theoĀ remembersĀ her.Ā beforeĀ thatĀ night.Ā whenĀ theĀ softnessĀ ofĀ herĀ smileĀ wasnātĀ taintedĀ byĀ theĀ corruptionĀ ofĀ hillĀ house.Ā whenĀ sheĀ wasĀ stillĀ justĀ herĀ mom,Ā andĀ nothingĀ hadĀ changed.Ā butĀ everythingĀ had,Ā andĀ sheĀ knewĀ that.Ā sheĀ knewĀ whatĀ theoĀ knew.Ā livĀ watchedĀ her,Ā quietĀ :Ā herĀ headĀ tiltsĀ asĀ herĀ eyesĀ droppedĀ fromĀ herĀ daughterāsĀ profileĀ toĀ theĀ bottleĀ andĀ back.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā peopleĀ talk,Ā myĀ love.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā theĀ gentleĀ toneĀ ofĀ herĀ voiceĀ hasĀ aĀ slightĀ inflection,Ā implyingĀ aĀ shrugĀ ofĀ herĀ shouldersĀ thatĀ sheĀ doesĀ notĀ allow.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā itāsĀ inevitable.Ā youĀ canātĀ stopĀ it.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā handsĀ previouslyĀ restingĀ onĀ herĀ kneesĀ riseĀ toĀ gatherĀ herĀ hair,Ā bunchedĀ messilyĀ asĀ sheĀ movesĀ itĀ allĀ toĀ drapeĀ overĀ oneĀ shoulder,Ā andĀ sheĀ quirksĀ aĀ browĀ pointedly.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā andĀ youĀ canātĀ avoidĀ itĀ either.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā unnaturallyĀ greenĀ eyesĀ fixateĀ uponĀ theĀ featuresĀ ofĀ herĀ daughter,Ā olderĀ nowĀ thanĀ theĀ lastĀ timeĀ livĀ hadĀ seenĀ her.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā - - -Ā hello,Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā sheĀ greetsĀ inĀ turn,Ā politeĀ evenĀ inĀ death,Ā andĀ noĀ lessĀ concerned.Ā questionĀ formsĀ inĀ theĀ knitĀ ofĀ herĀ browĀ asĀ sheĀ leansĀ forwardĀ slightly,Ā eyesĀ searching.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā theoĀ ā¦Ā whyĀ amĀ iĀ hereĀ ?Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā People talk. Somehow Theo figures that thatĀ isnāt the only reason why momās sat opposite her -- imparting advice is one thing, but people talkĀ is another. (She feels like people have been talkingĀ all her life. The Crain Kids was nomenclature for the freaks with the dead mom in high school -- Hugh never helped them in that respect. Telling the fucking media that a haunted house killed their mom, then refusing to help clear shit up when it whipped up a frenzy. Alongside Nellie and Lukeās ghost stories, and Steveās literary butcherās job... so yeah. People talk.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhat, we canāt just hang out?āĀ Ā For all her sage wisdom, sometimes Theo still has to keep the figment of her own fucking imagination at armās length. She takes a sip as she mulls it over -- what does that say about her?
āRough week at work.āĀ Ā It leaves pursed lips and Theo picks at the corner of the bottle label. She doesnāt make a habit of this -- something about mom showing up and Theo bearing new wounds feels a little sacrilegious, but hey. Sheād prefer to live her actual life.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThereās a kid. I canāt get through to her.ā
@twicelitā.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWeāve gotta stop meeting like this.āĀ Ā Thereās a fresh slug of beer that swills around the back of her mouth when she talks, and Theo crosses one leg over the other. Sheās alone, thank fuck, because sheās sure it looks like sheās talking to the wall, or the ceiling, or hey, maybe even the bottom of the bottle. But no, there she is. Clear as day. (Theo wouldnāt believe herself if it was anyone else. If Nellieād come to her and told her she was talking to mom, Theoād ask her about her medication. And then sheād probably hear it from Shirl about minding her own fucking business -- to which sheād reply that honestly? It probably is her fucking business, Shirl.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āPeople are gonna talk.āĀ Ā Another swig is passed through her lips. Theo places the bottle back down against the table.Ā Ā Ā āHi mom.ā