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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS, PRETTY GHOST FROM THE PAST.

#here's the new blog. #if y'all wanna follow me : feel free. if y'all wanna break the mutual : also feel free.

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me vs the insane urge to revamp my entire blog.

okay brain. what gives.

#* just for funsies. / out of character. #i just need like a fresh start or something. #something to kickstart my muse and all that jazz.

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wilder girls, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from wilder girls by rory power.

you’ve got blood on you.

breathe in, focus, and breathe out.

i’m alright. thanks for asking.

you’ve always been too far away.

stop staring at me. you’re such a creep.

do you think it’s getting worse?

you’re crowding me.

i woke up, right in the middle of the night, and you weren’t there.

i don’t know what you were dreaming, but you said something.

it wasn’t something i’d want to hear again. let’s leave it at that.

whatever it is, you know you’re my best friend.

what happened? what is it?

so? ask what you want to ask.

we’re gonna make it. tell me we’re gonna make it.

get behind me. slowly.

get some sleep. i’ll be right here.

i’m trying, okay?

that’s a ‘beth from little women’ face.

i came as quick as i could.

this can’t be happening.

what hurts?

you’re all i have.

did you know that you snore?

this is really nice. i like being bullied first thing in the morning.

you might not care, but i do.

you’re my sister. you’re part of me.

you’re only with me because you have no one else.

slow down. start from the beginning.

you do what you want, but i won’t go with you.

whatever patience i had left is gone.

i can’t just write the whole world off like you do.

i wish i could be like you. but i can’t.

you’re his child. you’re not supposed to be the one protecting him.

it’s complicated. or maybe i just wish it was.

some things don’t belong to other people. some things are just mine.

all i’ve ever wanted was to be half of someone else.

i like how you talk without talking.

i think i’ve been a problem all my life.

i’ve always been heading here, haven’t i?

you must be afraid of me.

this ‘lying in silence’ thing is fun.

we don’t always have to be talking, you know.

you’ve been looking at me like you’ve finally noticed i’m here.

it’s been too long since you’ve hoped for anything.

what is it doing to you, sweetheart?

i’m not as here as i thought i was.

i’ve known since i was little. quiet: that’s how to get what i want.

i’ve practiced my smile enough times to know what it can do.

who are they? your friends, i mean.

i never wanted any of this.

if i feel that, i have to feel everything else.

#* prompts. / specify muse.

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          BOOK STARTERS VOL.40    DARK PLACES    GILLIAN FLYNN

❛ I was not a lovable child, and I’ve grown into a deeply unlovable adult. ❜

❛ The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it. ❜

❛ I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark. ❜

❛ I am not angry or sad or happy to see you. I could not give a shit. You don’t even ripple. ❜

❛ I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way. ❜

❛ I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there - hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen. But the meanness usually wins out. ❜

❛ I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn’t have loosened. A stitch come undone. ❜

❛ Everyone who keeps a secret, itches to tell it. ❜

❛ Coffee goes great with sudden death. ❜

❛ I should just listen to my gut and then do the opposite. ❜

❛ “Smile, it can’t be that bad!” Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad. ❜

❛ Everything bad in the world already did happen. ❜

❛ You’re going to find peace? Like knowing is somehow going to fix you? ❜

❛ Instead of asking yourself what happened, just accept that it happened. ❜

❛ Homesick for a place I’ve never been. ❜

❛ Worries find you easily enough without inviting them. ❜

❛ It is always consoling to think of suicide. It’s what gets one through many a bad night. ❜

❛ Do you understand this is serious? ❜

❛ Sometimes it feels good to fuck with something. Instead of always being fucked with. ❜

❛ How could you kill something you cared enough to name? ❜

❛ Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs. ❜

❛ We have the same chemicals in our blood: shame, anger, greed. Unjustified nostalgia. ❜

❛ I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music. ❜

❛ The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it’s near. Midtongue. ❜

❛ Nothing to it but to do it. ❜

❛ There are a lot of people who deserve a lesson, deserve to really understand, that nothing comes easy, that most things are going to go sour. ❜

❛ If ifs and buts were candies and nuts we’d all have a very Merry Christmas. ❜

❛ Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. ❜

❛ What does it do to a girl who knows her mother is a murderer? ❜

❛ That mean old bitch across the street bit it. ❜

#* prompts. / specify muse.

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paracsmic​:

cd thinks over the question for a moment. he didn’t want to say that the end of the world as they knew it had given him a purpose - that putting a rifle in his hand and a target in front of him was the best thing to happen to him - but it wasn’t entirely false either.

“i’m not sure. i was never really good at anything before.” he stared up at the sky thinking about the life that he could have had. “college could’ve been cool? maybe for video game design or something.”

this is the most he’s talked about his interests in a long time. most people didn’t tend to ask - or care - what was happening before the world ended. they didn’t care that he’d spent countless nights wide awake beating a video game that he’d just bought that day and had refused to put down. how many mornings he’d gone to school barely able to keep his head off the desk and his eyes open because he’d spent the early hours of the morning grinding out video games. 

people only cared if he could aim well enough. he was respected - not for who he was but for what he could do. he’d lost the most human side of himself and hadn’t even realized. “i miss video games.”

“this is gonna sound real lame,”

 she says, starting to speak, but she leans in so that no one else can hear her - rather than face the shame of an onlooker peering into their conversation.

“sometimes i pretend i’m in a video game. like call’a duty or somethin. you know, with the zombies mode? start shootin’ like i’m scorin’ points. see if i can break my own ‘high score’ of sorts.” 

there’s a blush that works it’s way across her cheeks, faint enough, but he’d be able to see the tinge of red against tan skin.

“i know that’s probably dumb, but it keeps me sane.”

#* camila. / threads. #* camila x cd. / dynamic. #camila says i'm on wave four hundred and thirty seven and there's no signs of stopping.

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paracsmic​:

“i didn’t used to.” she answers the question honestly. “for a long time, i didn’t talk to much of anyone - i was so scared to be seen as the weird girl talking to myself because other people couldn’t see what i could.”

she turns away from the makeshift graveyard. she can’t stomach the sight of other spirits creeping into the clearing to mourn their own loss of life - and being forgotten. 

“my mom taught me that i should talk to spirits more. you have a story to be told and you want someone to listen.”

there are some spirits that are angry, tired of living in a world where they couldn’t be heard. those spirits are dangerous. if just talking to someone and letting them know that there’s at least one person in the world that can still see them - hear them - and feel their pain helps ease that pain? she would.

“i couldn’t save people when they were alive, but maybe i can save them from losing themselves now?”

“for what it’s worth,” 

which probably wasn’t much, considering she was dead as a doornail and just a simple, everlasting remnant of the past.

“i don’t think you’re weird.” 

she offers mira a small smile in return, hoping to quash any idea that the brunette had floating around in that brain of hers. it was a kindness to speak to people that truly needed it, letting them get out their thoughts and emotions. madelaine was quite grateful for it, in fact, though she wasn’t sure just how she could come to show it in the current state of it all.

“i think that’s real kind’a you,” she says, tucking back a strand of hair. “you’re doin’ the work that nobody else seems to wanna do. y’know, we mostly get ignored for the sake of it. i think giving a part of yourself over to the spirits who are in desperate need is something that should be granted a medal of honor, or whatever those things are that the president hands out to real kind people.”

#* madelaine. / threads. #* madelaine x mira. / dynamic.

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                RENT HERE! 

#* all my friends are heathens. / promos. #that's baby right there.

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paracsmic​:

kori pieced together emma’s fragmented thoughts. hallucinations, terror, the overwhelming sense of doom. kori had felt the shift in energy in town. the animals were hidden away. people were acting out more and more. she had tried to chalk it up to the change in seasons but her instincts knew better. something dark had been unleashed upon their little town and this girl in front of her had done her part in unleashing it.

“no.” the answer was definitive and immediate. “there’s nothing i can do for you. there is no saving your friends.” it was harsh and blunt but it was the truth. “i warned you before you didn’t listen. this demon is going to tear this town apart - starting with the ones who opened that door.”

she starts to panic, pacing back and forth with her hands in her hair, causing it to go from well kept to a rat’s nest in a matter of minutes with her current anxiety, pouring through her like someone dropped a toaster in the bathtub.

“so you’re sayin’ there’s.....we’re fucked?” she says, whispering the last bit of the statement. kori doesn’t respond, but the look in her eyes tells her everything she needs to know. emma doesn’t waste anymore time, grabs one of the protection crystals from the rack beside her and slams down a twenty to pay for it before rushing out of the shop.

if she was going to die - damnit she was going to take any precautions she potentially could in this moment. she wasn’t going down without a fight.

#* emma. / threads. #* emma x kori. / dynamic. #poor little dumbass emma.

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paracsmic​:

junior was going to die of boredom if he didn’t talk. he was willing to bet money on it. there were only a couple people at the bus stop and he didn’t know if any of them were listening - to be frank, he didn’t care. his own voice was the only thing stopping him from going insane.

the words tumbled out and they weren’t even a lie like most of the things he said - he had in fact, earned himself a special mention as “probably being the antichrist” in mrs. robbins suicide note. it was a tragedy - he shouldn’t have laughed but years later, he still considered it an accomplishment. 

his head snapped up to the woman sitting next to him. someone was listening! “awesome. my senior prank, i set off some fireworks in the school cafeteria and caught a christmas tree on fire. fully engulfed.” he pulls a bag of flaming hot cheetos from the backpack sitting on his lap and pops one into his mouth, crunching as he talks. “we’re talking, like, full evacuation, multiple fire engines, hoses, the whole nine yards. almost took out an entire wing of the school!”

a smug smirk pulls up the corners of his lips. it isn’t the only fire he’d started in his life and it certainly wouldn’t be the last - not with the backpack full of lighter fluid and the bad idea floating around his head at that exact moment. however, the memory of students and teachers all scrambling to get away from the growing flames and the sprinkler system did make it yet another fond memory for him.

“chaos reigns.”

“well damn,” she says, a laugh bubbling up from the space within her chest.

she wasn’t expecting to bond with someone this easily on the side of the freakin’ road, but it made waiting for the bus all the more interesting. the looks they were receiving from folks who came to pass, or who had happened upon their conversation were amusing enough to rebekah.

holding out her fist for a bump, she raises her eyebrows for a moment before leaning into junior’s personal space, requesting him to knock fists with her.

“that’s pretty damn good. i’ll give you props for that one.” 

#* rebekah. / threads. #* becks x junior. / dynamic.

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paracsmic​:

its hard to imagine a time when lulu had been afraid of fireworks given her brothers inclination toward them. gus could name five times off the top of his head when junior had produced random fire crackers, smoke bombs or even roman candles seemingly out of thin air. he always seemed to have some kind of danger hidden away in those hoodie pockets.

made sense that she hadn’t been afraid of them for long.

his eyes moved back to the sky - the last few brightly colored blasts were beginning. the grand finale. he took it all in. the beauty, the colors, the noise. he was glad the twins had drug him out of his house. glad for all the the craziness that seemed to come along with lulu and weston. glad he’d met them and they’d accepted him as a part of their lives.

his lips turned up into a smile as he looked back at lulu. “wanna ditch the kid and go get tacos?”

“tacos you say?” 

she’s got a wide smile spread across her lips, and she’s pushing up from her space on the ground before he has a chance to move. holding a hand out to him, she helps him lift his body from the space on the ground, almost tumbling over a bit at one of the final bursts of light and color splattered across the sky.

“come on, he’ll find his way back eventually.” she says, pulling gus towards one of the various food trucks that had been set up along the space, completely forgetting the blanket resting on the ground. it was old and ratty anyways, maybe someone who needed it more would come to claim it.

and that someone would probably be junior, tying it around his neck to make a cape when he finally tracked down his sister and gus.

she tucks a strand of hair back behind her ear and lifts up on her toes when they reach one of the aforementioned food trucks, something about tacos written in mexican that she couldn’t understand. but the food looked good on the pictures and hell, that’s all she cared about. 

“i think i want a few’a the specials, what about you?” 

she asks, reaching into her back pocket to pull a series of bills out from their current confines within her jeans. it wasn’t unlike lulu to always be prepared, and since junior was always hungry, she’d taken a habit of keeping a few dollars in easy reach. 

“see anythin’ that looks real temptin’?”

#* louise. / threads. #* lulu x gus. / dynamic.

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paracsmic​:

his pack of cigarettes is fished from his pocket before he’s even fully out of the car - smoking calms him, pushes away the incessant anxiety always lingering at the edges of his mind. cigarette smoke mingles in the air with the smoke from under the hood as he raises it, assessing the damage. 

if he was honest with himself, he didn’t know exactly what he was looking at; he was horrible with cars. he knew how to drive them but when it came to engines and belts and gaskets, he didn’t know one end from the other. 

he took the easy way out provided by his sister - a sign in the distance read “greymire - nine miles.” the turn off had looked like a dead end as far as he could see, so he had ignored it; now it seemed it was their best shot.

he slammed the hood closed again and began grabbing his things from the front seat. phone tucked into his pocket. keys. wallet. he looked over the top of his car to his sister at the passenger side. “its a long walk. you wanna stay with the car ‘til i come back with help? up to you, but i’d keep the doors locked if you did.”

there was nothing but desert surrounding them up to the base of the mountain range where trees began spattering the view, where this greymire must be tucked away. something just seemed off.

the look of ‘are you shitting’ me that is currently plastered on her face doesn’t seem to draw anything other than ire from her brother, and she rolls her eyes and places her hands upon her hips.

“you think i’m stayin’ in the dead of fuckin’ nowhere by myself. i watch horror movies, walker, i know what happens to the dumb bitch who goes off by herself.”

she scuffs a shoe into the dirt before reaching behind her to pull her hair up into a semi-decent ponytail. a few strands are falling out, but it’ll do for the time being. a huff of breath escapes her lips.

“let’s just....get goin’, see if we can make it before it turns to fuck-all night.”

she slips her phone into the back pocket of her jeans and folds her arms across her chest, bumping the door closed with a push of her hip before reaching down to tie her unlaced shoe.

it takes her a brief moment before she’s up and at ‘em and raring to go. 

like a car on blocks with the engine revving, she doesn’t like the idea of being trapped here for any longer than she needed to be.no, she had to keep moving. that was the smart plan here, to always remain in motion. a rolling stone, if you will. ( she knows that’s a dumb analogy but she’s sticking with it. )

“let’s get a move on, what’re ya waiting for?” she says, starting to walk ahead of him only to turn and glance in the spot where he seemed rooted. “we’re fish in a barrel out here otherwise, walker.” 

#* rhiannon. / threads. #* rhiannon x walker. / dynamic.

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likesouvenirs​:

Nathaniel stared at her, eyebrows furrowed in exhaustion. Savory scents of starch and salt made his stomach rumble quietly. Lowering himself into the booth opposite the brunette, he finally dissected her outfit. Fish out of water is what she looked like. Homeless, almost. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve mistaken her for a teenager. “I am. What is this?” his fingers flailed towards her hoodie. “It’s scorchin’ out, for Christ’s sake,” as if to make a point, he wiped at the tiny beads of sweat along his hairline. He even gave up on wearing his trusty cap, thirsty for the slightest puff of cool wind to hit his face.

Swiping a single fry, he popped it in his mouth and chewed. Licking the salt off his thumb, he leaned back into the cushions that formed to his spine and shoulder blades. “Field office picked up chatter about movement through San Antonio — likely using a club as a cover. Wanna go?” he looked back at her, exhaling. “Just gotta talk up the bartenders and whoever else we think might be suspicious — you can drink…dance…whatever the hell people do at clubs… as much as you want. Sounds like easy money if ya ask me.”

Cordova could do it himself; just walk up and sweet-talk the right people. It was how he convinced most of his informants to do anything, but he was too close to this one. A laced strain that had bodies dropping all over the Katy area, he couldn’t risk impulsive decisions. One wrong move and he, or his agents, could be in danger.

Technically, so could Rebekah.

“We would have surveillance inside and out of the perimeters, I’ll put a wire on you and the whole nine yards.”

Lifting his head towards the waitress that was approaching them, he fished his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling two twenty dollar bills. “Whatever else she wants, and a black coffee for me, please.”

“what you don’t like my informant gear?” 

she says, a snort escaping her lips as she pulls back the hood and slips the sleeves up her own arms, making herself more comfortable in the air conditioned diner.

“i’m tryin’ to be y’know, inconspicuous,” she says, emphasis on the last word of speech leaving her lips, leaning forward and going the whole nine yards with it.

in reality, she was trying to be the most idiotic she could be to see if she could get on his nerves, but when it didn’t take full effect and seem to bother him like she’d intended, she gave up on the approach.

another time, she’ll get him another time.

stuffing her face with the remnants of food in front of her, she leans back now, pulling a knee up to rest her arm on top of. she pretends to ponder the question at hand for a few moments before slapping her hand down on the table.

it wouldn’t take much to talk her into something like this. a little risk, a big reward, hell yeah she was going to want to be in on something this large.

“you had me at drink,” she says, a smirk spread across her visage. “who’s the target,” she says, opting for a burger this time around when the waitress comes to take their order. bacon filled and greasy, when it’s set in front of her there is no polite way to say how she gorges herself on the meal, like a fiend who hasn’t eaten in for-fucking-ever.

#* rebekah. / threads. #* becks x cordova. / dynamic.

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vihilum​:

Anxiety that ran rampant, dissipated when Lulu’s hand folded around his. His figure sat at the edge of the couch, body on auto-pilot, mind in the marshes. He breathed in slow, and let go when she released his palm. Digits curled against his knees, wiping sweat against denim, and Tommy steadied himself.

He took a beat to take it all in. Consider the pattern. The revelation that it was happening again, always again, where he resided. Ever the constant common denominator to chaos. Where Tommy went, hell sure followed.

When Lulu touches his thigh, he snaps back to the present. Every breath held released. “I heard it before.” He tried to rationalized his thinking, that every sound deserved investigation, and where evil lurked, so did he, just around the corner, “screaming, in the middle of the night.”

The wails would go on for hours. Sleep was hard. The dreams harder. Consciousness didn’t cradle him, it held him in the balance.

Her eyes never betrayed anything other than belief. She anchored him, his thoughts were real, not the recurrence of nightmares. Sleepwalker drifted through the swamplands awake. All those nights, he heard the cries, he was wide awake.

“It was formidable,” his voice was thick, he craved water, and he took a long swig from the glass she’d placed at his side, “I didn’t want to get any closer than I did,” his own height staggered over most, and the beast in the swamp had not only loomed large, “it definitely did see me, it was, it was…” he tries to find his sight in the shadow.

“It was looking right at me,” not unlike human, “the whole time,” but not quite an animal, “I couldn’t make it out its face,” but the terror did accompany the recollection of the small details he took note of, that made it worth fleeing, “its eyes were green,” iridescent, glowing in the dark, “and I left. I left.”

Tommy sat stagnant - his head reeled, considering every fixture of time and space, every alternative, every path, every mistake he could make, everywhere things could go right. The plan was already in motion, unspooling in his head.

“It didn’t follow me,” fear recognized its own reflection, and he rose from where he sat, approaching Lulu as she paced to and from the door, “I wouldn’t have lead it here,” his trek spiraled around the efficiency, trail gone cold as he went in circles prior to knocking at her door. He checked over his shoulder a thousand times. He’d made sure. He’d made damn sure.

“I wouldn’t do that to you and your brother.” Endanger them. Bring death right to their door. They were a family fragmented like his, and being close to them felt like being close to home.

It’d made sense to come here. It was the first place he thought to go.

“It’s not going to come here,” and she dead bolted the door, her instincts were attuned with his, but he didn’t intend to wait for it to arrive, “I’m going there,” further investigation was necessary, “Stay here,” the screams cut through the night - far, but they felt closer, “I have no idea what this is, and I don’t want to put you at risk,” he wouldn’t lead her to the slaughter, “do you have any way to protect yourself?”

she’s caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts when the last verbiage of his speech rings true in her mind. he’s going to go out there. alone. and she’d be damned if she would allow that to happen.

“are you crazy?” she says, voice peeking up a few octaves in an incessant worried nature. it’s a little high pitched, and she would be embarrassed if this was anyone else, but this was tommy, and she knew him far too well to let such trivial things have an effect on her.

her hands are in the air, waving about, and she comes to stand in front of them when she places them on her hips.

“you’re not goin’ out there alone! something could.....somethin’ could happen to you, and then what, tommy?” she says, and there’s a quiver in her bottom lip.’

what if he went out there and died for christ’s sake and she never got to tell him how important he was to her, to junior? she couldn’t fathom something like that happening. no. she wasn’t going to let him go alone. by any means she wasn’t the most formidable of foes, but when determined, louise could be one hell of a firecracker. and she wasn’t the type to take no for an answer.

“come on, i’m going with you.” 

she stalks off into the bathroom, goes grab a can of hairspray and a lighter she’d snagged from junior earlier that week. it wasn’t the best means of protecting herself, but it would do in a pinch.

“get your ass up, we’re goin’ to face this thing together. i’ll be damned if i’m lettin’ you risk your life for silly ole’ me, tommy. we’re a team, y’know we work better when we’re together anyways.” 

and louise was determined. she wasn’t going to let him face this own his own.

he’d have to go through her first, and just because she was short didn’t mean that she wasn’t powerful in her own right. a torch song.

#* louise. / threads. #* louise x tommy. / dynamic. #i LOVE this duo so much???? #tiny little louise trying to fight big bads with tommy? #we live for this shit.

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( @pistolism​ / kate. ) rebekah’s currently pulling things from behind the seat of her truck, tossing out beer cans and other bits, a huff of breath leaving her lips. she’s used to living out of her vehicle for the most part - but that doesn’t mean anything is organized. 

no, that would be thinking ahead too much for her to deal.

blowing pieces of hair out of her face, she groans when it slips back into her field of vision and yanks it back behind her ear, foregoing the idea of undoing and redoing her ponytail. that’s too much work. she has to remain focused.

a first-aid kit, yeah … that’s something we should have, right? 

she knew she had one. she just...well she didn’t know where the hell she kept it.

the brunette sitting in the back bed of her truck had a wound that was bleeding rather profusely, but she’d insisted on not going to a hospital, which was fine with rebekah. those places asked too many questions for her liking. but for now, she needed to keep kate from bleeding out in the back bed of her vehicle.

squinting in the bright sunlight, the brunette yanks free a series of paper towels from a half-crumpled roll and tosses them over at kate, to at least help stem the flow of blood when her fingers graze plastic. 

aha!

pulling it free from the spot underneath her seat, a little too far to the left, she relinquishes the first aid kit from it’s hiding spot and stumbles towards kate.

“got it.” 

she says, tossing it over towards the brunette, hands on her hips and a grin on her lips like she’s proud of herself for having the basic knowledge required to at least carry one around in case anyone were to need it.

“you uh...know how to do this?” she says, gesturing towards the medical supplies that spill from an open container once they hit the truck’s bed. okay so they were sterile, still right? that’s how those things worked. “cause i got no fuckin’ clue. sorry ‘bout that.”

#pistolism #* rebekah. / threads. #* becks x kate. / dynamic. #i'm sorry you get my idiot. #she cares though! at least she tries!

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                                                      DOC 

#* all my friends are heathens. / promos. #thas my babie and we luv her.

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↪     𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹  .    (  a  collection  of  sentence  starters  from  S4  of  syfy’s  wynonna  earp .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .  )

still not looking at your ass .

does it hurt ?

a first - aid kit ,  yeah … that’s something we should have ,  right ?

what kind of psychopath doesn’t use a pen ?

come voluntarily or you’ll be taken by force .

is that why you’ve been so moody and unpredictable ?

absorbent is as absorbent does .

well ,  that’s a felony .

you could’ve killed me !

it’s nice to see a familiar face .

i need to find  [ name ] .

a little help ,  please .

when i find [ name ] ,  i am gonna torture her .

you’re alright now .

[ name ] ,  you came .

[ name ] ,  i need you to come with me .

i don’t even get where you’re going .

you PROMISED you’d be honest .

let me have a sip of thinking juice ,  here .

what aren’t you telling me ?

so you also lied to me about NOT lying ??

i need to atone for my recent history .

we’ve all done bad things to each other .

you’re being forgetful .  or kind .

next time someone has to risk their lives ,  YOU’RE IT !

god ,  you are such a …

i would do literally anything to keep her safe .

sometimes life is a real backpack of balls .

i am so serious ,  shut your mouth .

if you die ,  i’ll kill you !

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

i swore to protect you .

listen ,  we can help each other ,  alright ?

is everything a sex joke to you ?

who’s a girl gotta screw around here to get a gun ?

that sounds kinda lesbian .

[ name ] ,  how could you ?

i’ll show you how it’s done .

you’re stronger than i expected .

i told you ,  i’m leaving .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?!

are you real ?

something  here  is  pretty  off .

we’ll  think  a  little  better  with  some  fire  in  our  bellies .

say your piece ,  [ name ] .

it’s just so good to be home .

who are you ?

i thought i’d be safe in here .

the only place scarier than in here ,  is out there .

i didn’t mean it like that .  not at all .

please don’t say you’re sorry anymore .  you don’t need to be .

vacation’s over ,  assholes !

please tell me everyone’s okay ,  [ name ] .

what really happened to  [ name ] ?

i know i let everyone down .

i hope that means there’s no hard feelings .

as you all know ,  i excel at having opinions .

i wish i knew what we were up against .

don’t yell at me .

home - brewed mold juice will NOT defeat pure evil !

at first i thought it was irrelevant ,  but then i figured it out .

what does a  [ last name ]  know about keeping their word ?

there’s been enough crime today .

[ name ] ,  what’s going on ?

why do i taste skunk ?

that would get my slacks off in a second .

please don’t get off on the wrong foot .

i know every curve .  every sigh .  every taste .

yeah ,  i guess i forgot .

i can’t wait for the rest of our lives to unfold .

sorry ,  i’m just .  i’m so distracted .

thanks for taking care of my friend .

i feel like i can handle it .

baby ,  i’m sorry nobody’s here .

you’re sorry we’re alone in the house ?

i could introduce you .

i’m merely here to conduct business .

everyone knows you’re  [ name’s ]  man .

stand down ,  big boy .  all it is to me is interesting .

i’m sexy ,  i’m cute ,  i found it in a boot .

sometimes i feel like you’re keeping me a secret .

love wins ,  after all .

you stay away from us .

even if your family sucks ,  you don’t .

you  …  opposite of suck .

crush ?  don’t say that ,  okay -  not here .

there’s easier ways to say you feel different .

can we go ?  now ?  like ,  right now ?

rule number one ,  we do not work for the enemy !

what do you want me to do ?

you wanna see childish ?  how about this ?

i know you  …  and you know me .

what the hell is this place ?

i don’t have my gun !

you have me .

it’s high time we leave this place .

i got you .  i got you .

what did you do ?!  idiot ,  what did you do ?!

all i have is my people .

i owe you nothing .

you may be dumbstruck but you’re not an idiot .

#* prompts. / specify muse.

[badcompanys]

( @woodridgeboys / kat. ) she huffs out a breath as she unclips her belt from her hips, tossing it onto the kitchen table before peeking round into the living room, in search of her sister. she finds her there, sitting on the couch, a glass of wine poured on the table.

without a second thought, she snatches up the glass and downs the remainder of the contents, a wink and a smile in her twin’s direction before the other blonde could protest. bringing said glass into the kitchen, she fills it to the brim with the desired contents before grabbing another glass and doing the same.

“sorry, i needed that,” she says, handing off one of the glasses and plopping down onto the couch beside where kat is currently choosing to sit. she props her feet up on the coffee table and tosses her phone onto the couch beside her. rolling her shoulders back, she lets a long groan escape her lips. 

“today was hell. like. literally hell,” 

but before she could get caught up in the retelling of today’s skirmishes that happened whilst at work, there’s the sound of a truck pulling up in the driveway. this causes valerie to perk up slightly - they weren’t expecting company - at least not at this hour of the evening. placing the wine on the coffee table, she saddles up towards the door, having went into the kitchen to grab her gun from her holster. she turns off the safety and begins to peek through the curtains.

“uh, kat?” she starts, stammering a bit in the wake of it all. there is an unfamiliar figure standing in their driveway. almost faceless in the darkened night sky. “you expecting anyone?” she asks, glancing back toswards the living room area where her sister is currently residing. before she can react though, more seem to draw out of the woodwork. entities that she does not recognize, just bodies piling up in the space of their gravel.

she holds the pistol close to her chest and presses her back against the door.

“think we got company!” 

she shouts, trying to capture kat’s attention. this has happened more frequently since she moved to woodridge. something is seeking her out, desperate to make her atone for her sins. it’s coming for her and she knows it, but that’s not going to stop her from fighting.

#woodridgeboys #* valerie. / threads. #* val x kat. / dynamic. #idk what this is but accept my love and affection for the twinnies. #and kisses for u too.