LAMBSTOWN CHARACTERS, scout scarlett.raise boys and girls the same.  or, fuck the patriarchy.&n

LAMBSTOWN CHARACTERS, scout scarlett.raise boys and girls the same.  or, fuck the patriarchy.  or, if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  scout wears her personality for the day on the shirts that stretch over her skin, tan and brutalist in the shameless way she displays the injuries patched there.  but those are the only two parts of scout – phrases that speak for her and bruises brighter than the arizona sun.  at least in this way she was honest.  the type of person to read marxist books and then spit the dialogue word for word at anyone who comes too close to her.  a manic prophet drinking liquor that stains her insides, vomiting it back out for more room in her guts to swallow the bottle back down again.  scout wasn’t stupid.  just destructive.  she hated everything in the tiny town around her and lacked the sheer —pathy to burn it all down with genuine lighter fluid and matches.  in her mind she was probably picking everyone off one by one.  knives and scissors, the occasional nuke when faced with someone she really hated.  in other words, home.  kennedy can’t fucking blame her for it either; he sees a lot when running laps on his invisible trails throughout the helltown.  more than anyone probably thinks.  but the bitter hollowness in her mother’s eyes and dark rage in her father’s sticks to kennedy’s ribs and refuses to let go.  he can’t imagine what it feels like to live there.  a house imposing in its normalcy.  framed by scout’s car, a beat up piece of shit that feels more like a body abandoned in the driveway than anything else when she leaves it alone.  here’s the thing though.  no one talks about it.  maybe it’s because of how scout wears the bruises and the cigarette burns, flags that seem to dare a wandering eye to say anything, absolutely anything, that shuts people up.  or they just don’t want to talk about it, period.  her personality invites no kindness.  scout is never kind, never soft, not unless she’s tucked with other hopeless and damned creatures that can’t talk back.  and those aren’t people.  and shit, people don’t put in work unless they get that energy back.  so she’s fallen to the cracks.  an angry flash of teeth and foam at the mouth, of knuckles that can’t stop popping.  fake one dimensional girl that no one has the time for.  the real question that kennedy has no answer for is if she hates it.  or does scout live for the ignorance of this shitty town? TAG LIST // @skeletongrrl / @nouveauweird / @castormay / @omgbrekkerkaz / @nerocael  / @liarede / @viciousvenganza / @thekrakenauthor / @faerisms / @valentinewrote / @slothwrter / @rose-platter-writes / @maskedlady / @wherearethecrabs / @suswriting / @tobiwestport​ / @thegrievingyoung / @nyxnevin / @holotones / @writinginslowmotion / @uhngelic / @kowlazovdi / @lacehiraeth  ASK/DM/REPLY TBA OR REMOVED. -- source link

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