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this means war

It was a truth universally acknowledged that being friends with Cora Lansbury meant having found a shoulder to lean and cry on for as long as you didn’t jeopardise your relationship in whatever way of your choosing. Most highly she had and always would value family and friends, above all else, academia aside — but there were exceptions to every rule and one of the biggest ones had to be made in times of more or less friendly competition. Accepting defeat had never been her strong suit, every loss instead serving as an overdose of motivation awakening a nearly sickening need to redeem her failing self with the girl’s petite frame.

The first round of laser tag had been an embarrassment to put it lightly and no matter how insignificant of a festival game this was if one took a moment to earnestly think about it she was not willing to lose again whatsoever. That the previous team had been split up, potentially forcing her to pull the trigger on friends now, didn’t make her mission any easier but, alas, someone had to take the position of the ruthless one, right?

Her method was simple: laying as low as possible while remaining on the move to make sure her tracker wouldn’t be set off and practically (metaphorically) having at least eight sets of eyes constantly looking for a target. So far, she had been out of luck, slowly but surely growing impatient with herself. 

Dark pupils locked on a shadowy figure, a familiar frame — and his far as she could tell, unfortunately for him but fortunately for her, not a member of her current team. The hint of a smirk tugged on her lips. As much as she valued Jude as her friend, there was no chance in hell she would let him stand in the way of her — her team’s, of course — victory.

@eltoromagico

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cleofairchild:

Waiting for the next surprise~

Cleo hovered near the haunted house queue, a beaker containing the last of her hot chocolate held between her cupped hands. She’d been here for a good fifteen minutes now, watching pairs and small groups full of bravado as they approached the front door, while others burst shrieking and giggling through the back. It looked like fun. Sort of.

She sort of wanted to give it a go. It looked like it might be a good laugh. The thing was, she also knew that she would probably change her mind the second she went in, and the rules of the haunted house were well known: one way in, one way out. Once she’d commited, she’d have to go through the whole thing. And, you know, she just wasn’t sure if she was ready for that kind of commitment.

At least… not if she was going in alone.

Her wandering gaze had found Cora’s familiar dark curls, and Cleo bobbed up on the balls of her feet to get a better view. Yep, definitely her.

“Cora!” she called over the crowd, waving to get her attention. “Hey!”

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When she was little, Cora had been many things: a reckless child, as fast as the wind; a little prima ballerina, graceful despite a wild gaze; an oddity, uniquely unfiltered — but hardly ever had she been scared. The occasional infantile nightmare aside, she had soon found comfort in her parents’ explanations and assurances that everything was okay and all the evil merely a figment of her imagination, making logic her saviour long before she willingly embraced it.

Logic wasn’t guiding her path today, her feet instead instructed by a strange sensation she struggled to pinpoint as anything but curiosity, even though it seemed to be more than that. A longing for excitement perhaps, for a thrill she had been lacking recently — maybe she subconsciously wanted to be scared by something as trivial and fictional as a haunted house. Not that being scared all on her own sounded like great fun to her rationality whatsoever.

Almost as if the universe had been eavesdropping on her train of thought, a voice called out for her right right on cue, making her stop in her tracks and look out for Cleo on the opposite side of the growing queue.

“Hi!” Cora called out as she closed the distance between the two, smiling invitingly. A quick nod towards the attraction beside them. “Considering going in?”

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— fall festival threads

✿ haunted house horrors with @cleofairchild ✿ laser tag wars with @eltoromagico ( — post starter ) ✿ gardening booth with @eltoromagico

currently plotting with: @imogenxsong & @artisticfade

still need to plot with: @desmondbeaumont @faye-westaway @alexxxpapi @justicenotpeace @dxne-aries @sum-yama 

— aka i’ll slip into your ims or pester you on discord once i’ve tried to do replies but please feel free to scream at me if i forget!!

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collect your memories, bury them alive, i don’t need a reminder of a love that didn’t survive

8/1/17 • you are long gone // mj perez (via opalcscent)

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imo we need to swap the phrase “no one will love you until you love yourself” with something to the effect of “if you dnt recognize your own value, you’re a lot more likely to put up with mistreatment that you dnt deserve”

it’s not rly a matter of self-love as much as it is being able to stand up for yrself when you need to, and even though the latter is part of that process, it’s still not the same thing

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