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at a party

“I love the decorations.”

“There are so many sexy kitties in here.”

“Am I the only one in costume?”

“I’m not sure if this room is full of strangers or if I just can’t recognize anyone because of the costumes.”

“Do I hear ‘Monster Mash’ playing?”

“Come on, let’s dance. Even the skeletons are doing it.”

“Did someone spike the punch?”

“I hate costume parties…”

at a haunted house

“This stuff’s for babies.”

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

“Hey, can we…go home? Not that I’m scared.”

“BOO!”

“Wait, are you actually scared?”

“FuCK NO–”

“That makeup is so realistic.”

“I paid $40 so I better die.”

alone

“You should hang out with me later. I’m gonna marathon a bunch of movies.”

“[text] Hey, it’s me. I heard banging noises and I’m terrified. Please save me.”

“Halloween?? With friends?? What friends?”

“[text] I just heard some weird noises. [text] No I’m being serious. [text] I need you ri”

“I’m probably just going to stay up all night so the ghosts don’t kill me.”

“I’ll just be chilling with the monsters under my bed.”

“Maybe I’ll summon a demon so I have someone to hang out with.”

“Do ghosts like Netflix?”

with kids

“Don’t eat all your candy at once!”

“Aw~ I love your costume.”

“And who are you?”

“Look, man. You can’t give toothbrushes to kids on Halloween.”

“Trick or treat!”

“Let me check those before you eat them.”

“UGH, why am I stuck with a bunch of babies?”

“I wish it was socially acceptable for me to trick or treat on my own, but it’s not, so.”

with friends

“We should egg his/her/their house.”

“Help me with my costume!”

“TIME TO GET SPOOKY.”

“Are you just going to wear a T-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it?”

“Should we be drinking this much?”

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

“Let’s tell ghost stories.”

“Time to join the skeleton war, bitches.”

as a flirt

“You look so hot in that.”

“After being freaks, are we gonna get freaky?”

“[jumps into __’s arms out of fear]”

“Your outfit is scary…take it off.”

“I came in here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat.”

“If I was in a scary movie, I’d want to be trapped with you.”

“You–uh–spooked…my heart.”

“I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

misc.

“Let’s carve a pumpkin!”

“I’d be a witch in another life.”

“I wonder if I still have that ouija board…”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“What costume are you wearing?”

“Let’s pull a prank.”

“I hate Halloween.”

“Can you tell me why you have an actual skeleton in your closet?”

halloween sentence starters

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      THE GOOD THING ABOUT HAVING A WEB - DEVELOPING COUSIN -- easy to get an internship for a well known company. in all honesty , there’s no real INTEREST in web - design , or anything concerning computers. other than the fact that he can find INFINITE information through the glorious internet. however , working to make a website look pretty has never been in his LIFE PLANS. imagination brings him to -- COLLEGE PROFESSOR or even research. ethics have always been of intrigue. the pure fascination of people also draw him to PSYCHOLOGY. none of the options include a mainframe. no – this had been his MAMA’S idea. a skip & chat to an aunt , cousin ending the short chain. & as expected , the practicum is his.

      today happens to be the , unfortunate , start to his months of MINDLESS work. or , so he thinks. truly he’s never really looked into how intricate computer code is. nor does he really KNOW what kind of job he will be assigned to. this has all been his mama’s doing. still , the boy is not one to go back on his word once he’s agreed to something. if he ends up bringing his COUSIN coffee for a few months , it won’t be the end of the world. just a very LONG apprenticeship. that’s all.

      it’s been far too long since the boy’s even SEEN the man , but he does vaguely remember FEATURES. & how brilliant ! there are a sea of people wandering the large area. hand grips the strap of his backpack , opposing appendage reaching into his pocket to retrieve directions his mother has written for him. a glance at the paper , taking in the information. & it appears his office is – well , on one of the upper levels.

      the quest to find the elevator , & he’s heading up to where he belongs. & once at the correct level , he has to find the office. which takes him slightly longer than he would’ve liked. he’s on time at the very LEAST , though being on time is really being late in his own mind. a mental kick , but he approaches to apologize.

      ❛ NICK , i’m so sorry. i meant to get here earlier , but i got lost . . . a few times. ❜ dark hues take in the other’s image. he doesn’t look that different. & secretly , this is one of his favorite extended family members. ❛ i’m really sorry , what can i START with ? ❜

      caughtinthestcrm II s.c.

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/ / Background / Lockscreen / /

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      AH ! INTRIGUE IS SUBSTANTIAL AT TIMES LIKE THESE. an opportunity to have a ’ normal ‘ conversation with your psychiatrist. the man does well to prescribe him with adderall , ritalin & honestly , at times a nice mix of other such amphetamine stimulants. the GENIUS doesn’t take them , of course , but they sell at such exaggerated prices now - a - days. perfect for the little BUSINESS he has going on at school. he’s not a fool , per say , the research is done when people come to him searching for some kind of AIDE. why spend millions on medication that insurance should easily cover ? at least , not when the paragon is providing at such CHEAP prices. still , it’s a deal for him. make some money off that which his father goes to great lengths to pay for.

      so , imagine the young man’s surprise when the very -- psychological -- man is in the same café he frequents. a perfect CHANCE to get to know the other a bit better. occasions like these come very rarely. not to be missed.

      OBSERVATION takes note of movements , attention on the very drink that’s been ordered. it will be brought to him. TEXTBOOK. another prospect to further their interactions. there’s no telling if the man has noticed him , though he hasn’t exactly hidden his own presence. whether the man has perceived or not is not a CONCERN. typically one will avoid clients. logically so , after all why interact with work when the day has come to an end ?

      the order is taken , & with personal connections , the young student receives his own drink. along with that of the good DOCTOR. scent is taken in , memorizing the choice of beverage as he approaches the small table. the brew is set in front of the man , teenage taking his seat across from the OTHER. perhaps a demand for attention. ❛ i haven’t seen you around here , DOCTOR WEISENBACHFELD. ❜ there’s a grin playing to otherwise kind features. ❛ it’s always pleasant to see someone i can have an INTELLECTUAL chit - chat with. i assume this seat’s not taken ? ❜

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LOVER.

             Admittedly Pauline had never thought of SEX the first time they had met. Not because he wasn´t attractive, but simply because it wasn´t the first thing that came to her mind. It hadn´t been the second thing either, not when they had spent these parties in her room, talking about books and movies and ANYTHING else they could think of. Maybe the alcohol had played a small part in it, but with the bottle of champagne momentarily forgotten on the nightstand she didn´t think that it was the whole reason they had ended up in bed together.

             The smiled stayed on her face as she watched him come CLOSER and even though she knew that his father would flip if he knew what they were doing up here she couldn´t say that it was the sole reason she kept such close company with Michael. 

        No. In fact she´d have to admit that she´d keep doing this for other reasons than to annoy her father. Not that she´d necessarily say that OUT LOUD, but she had a feeling Michael knew that anyway.

                She fell back onto the bed, waiting until he was above her, lips still curved into a smile. She wrapped his loose tie around her FINGER studying his face for a moment or two before she let go to intertwine their fingers. “If this was an EARLIER century he´d have you BEHEADED.” Pauline couldn´t help but chuckle before she let her tongue dart out to lick over her lips. “Well for starters you could kiss me.” She then suggested. “I like the feeling of FORGETTING how to breathe.” Pauline then added as she arched her back off the bed just a little.

      HER PRESENCE SEEMS TO KEEP A PERMANENT SMILE UPON LIPS. a rare thing for , the otherwise cynical , young mind. no logical reason in being content with the world. being surrounded by FOOLS has made him contemplate rather -- dark thoughts. violence is not something that he is akin to , but somewhere deep hides that anger. but with her – with the beautiful royalty – no thoughts ever seem to cross him. on the contrary , he finds DELIGHT in their exploits. he even brings a new book every time. this time -- THE METAMORPHOSIS. german , though translated to english for a shared understanding.

      the small literary rests in his back pocket , awaiting the time in which they would sit there & read it. for now , their escapades hold more importance. MICHAEL is known to be – giving. so , whatever the woman wants , he is more than happy to oblige. eyebrow lifts lightly at her request , grin widening with each word. & what kind of lover would he be to not grant such a SIMPLE request.

      ❛ i don’t think you’d LOVE me without a head. ❜ a slight part of the lips to allow a chuckle to escape. & before long they move to press against her own. the arch of the back TIGHTENS his grip on hand. this is what he lives for. part allows tongue to play with PAULINE’S own. she’s not wrong – he does forget to breathe. if only for a few long seconds. he pulls back , taking deep breaths as his lips press light kisses to her SKIN. occasionally moving back to her lips. ❛ EXCELLENT start. ❜ voice coos , encouraging more.

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TUTOR.

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There’s the part where he’s sure he’s not qualified to do any of this, really, and then there’s the part that is somehow contrary and prideful, in spite of his sweaty palms and jumping nerves. He’s a PhD student, he thinks dancing on the border between haughtiness and desperation, he really doesn’t need to be doing this - but at the same time, he knows he has nothing better to do, has nowhere better to be.

Instead Pierre clears his throat as the door opens and his student for the afternoon enters the room, tries not to look horrified or judgmental behind his spectacles and sits straighter.

“I’m - Pierre,” he introduces, unsure if the address is overly familiar. Mr. Beaumont seems too - formal, too old - and he isn’t exactly a doctor yet. He swallows, and plunges on in spite of it. “I was told you requested advanced education in regards to your chosen language track?”

      THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE RUNS DEEP THROUGH VEINS , reason enough to sign the little time he has of freedom to further his educations. why not LEARN more when given the opportunity ? especially since the tutoring program is being offered. at the first sight of the sign up sheet , dark HUES scanned over the options. languages. perfect. he’s already become fluent in english , german & quite a bit of latin. at least , more than he can learn from MOST teachers. at this point he doesn’t even CARE what the language is that this man is offering. he simply wants to learn.

      the first spot is his , the pull to the end of the day brings him to this ROOM. there’s something he hasn’t felt in a long time. just a hint. excitement. a brand new opportunity to expand his expertise. the door is pushed open , revealing a man. young enough but not appearing to be an expert in anything.

      note is taken of the NERVES. words spill from the tutor's lips & within moments the young boy is placing his backpack against the table. he’s placed himself in the opposing seat , ORBS glancing at the other. there’s a breath as he relaxes. ❛ MICHAEL. ❜ a slight nod. ❛ i don’t need help with the languages i know. i want to learn a NEW one. i’ve already been taught everything they have here. can you show me something NEW ? ❜

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TO DO LIST . . .       MELCHIOR            - REPLIES: rapscallicns , istoricheskaya-souls , heirxss , overtcres           - STARTERS: romanticinterestsabound , caughtinthestcrm , ncrvouswreck       GLINDA            - REPLIES: rapscallicns , ncrvouswreck           - STARTERS: romanticinterestsabound            - GLINDA'S INFO.       if you don't see yourself on here & i owe you something PLEASE , PLEASE , PLEASE come tell me ! & if you just want me to add you to the list of starters , here are starter calls from each blog. MELCHI STARTER & GLINDA STARTER !

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OBC Moritz and Melchior’s Hug

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Ilse: Someone help, Moritz is bleeding out! Is anyone here a doctor?

Melchior, dramatically rushing into the scene: I'm an atheist

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pauline.

              Pauline wasn´t exactly a BAD girl. A rebel? Yes, most definitely, but not the resident bad girl. Well. Unless HE was around. She had no idea what he´d done to bring that side of her out, but she couldn´t exactly say that she was complaining either. She´s TRIED having normal relationships with boys, but they had never lasted all that long. Especially not after knowing HIM. 

               She wasn´t in love with him, of course not, but what they had was special and COMPARING any other guy to him had just ended up with them losing. So for now Pauline was just going with the flow.

             “Oh yes. Perfectly NICE and perfectly BORING.” She replied with a laugh as she let him pull her through the halls and up the stairs. The hand on her ass was RECOGNIZED with a smile as they rounded the last corner towards her room and she pushed the doors open with her free hand. 

          “You know,” She then chuckled as she placed the bottle onto the nightstand and then let herself fall backwards onto the bed. “If we had a CLUE about what we´re actually doing up here he´d have a HEART ATTACK.” Her lips curved into a smile. “He probably thinks we sit up here and moan.” Another chuckle. “Well. We do. Just not in the way HE thinks we do.”

      THERE’S NO WAY TO KNOW WHY THEY’RE LIKE THIS. attraction was near immediate , a mind like hers could not go to waste with the foolish little boys attending each party. once mr. gable began working with the girl’s FATHER , well then the invitations began. it only took a glance & MICHAEL swears interest piqued. though , she had been the one to approach first. now , he shares a bed with her – for VARIOUS reasons , not all of which include the exclusion of clothing. sometimes it’s nice to just READ or hold an intellectual CONVERSATION , something everyone downstairs lacks.

      arm untangles from her , remaining near the doors to CLOSE them. a little privacy never did anyone harm. if anything , it allows them to do as they please without disturbance. turning , eyesight lands upon the heiress. an encouraging vision of BEAUTY. there’s that kind smile , creeping carefully to lips. there’s a slight loss of control when she’s around. just a little.

      approaching , the AVID reader positions himself beside the girl’s legs. leaning prudently on the frame of the bed , fingers gently brush over her thigh. & after a moment he shifts to straddle , each knee set alongside the other’s waist as a hand reaches up to LOOSEN the tie constricting his windpipe.

      another moment & his hand lands next to her head. careful to STEADY himself so he can look down at her. the opposing hand ghosts down her arm , pausing at her hand as fingers INTERTWINE with her own. ❛ i think you wouldn’t mind giving your dad a heart attack – otherwise our little ADVENTURES up here would’ve ended a while ago. i’ll just tell him to ’ chill ‘ the next time i see him. i’m sure he’ll LOVE me then. ❜ it’s a joke. maybe. leaning just a bit closer , his nose touches hers. ❛ what do you think we should we do TODAY ? ❜

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natalie.

Of course. Tour day. 

One of the great many reasons she’s shut herself up in the practice room. She doesn’t think she can bear to see them - bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to take the world by storm.  It seems like only yesterday, Natalie was one of them - but now, she is too tired for their big, impossible dreams.

That, however, is not an explanation for what he’s doing there. The reason she’s gone to the private practice rooms is because of just that - they’re private.

(Seems like someone decided to do a little exploring of their own. She hates to admit that she admires him - a little, only a little - for that. She has never deviated from the strict measures of her life that she has put in place.)

“I could tell you that the professors are all old favorites in their field, or that the instruments and the practice rooms are state of the art.” Natalie recalls her first days - excitement, and then disappointment as the illusion created by the cheery website pages and the interviewers come crashing down. “But so could a pamphlet.”

She sits back down on the piano bench, feet dangling inches above the ground, and cocks her head, considering her answer - finding herself curious as to what kind of answer he is looking for. Natalie isn’t used to sharing - but what the hell, he’s walked in on her crying. Things can’t get worse than that. 

“Music is what you make of it. Sure, there are rules - but the rules are logical, designed to keep you grounded in - reality, I suppose. Once you know them you can bend or stretch them to your will. No - music is much more about how much you’re willing to give. Professors and programs are bullshit - what matters is what music is to you.” To her it is salvation. To her it is sanctuary, it is anger, it is pain and healing and company. On her loneliest days, she has the piano.

“So,” she says none of that, and instead, arches a brow. “You play?”

      SOMETHING ABOUT THIS GIRL – PULLS HIM IN. the way she speaks , acts , holds herself. it’s always interesting to see someone so SHORT with such a personality. it pulls him into the conversation. not the most intellectual thing he’s thought about today , but an honest conversation is just as good. the way her words are structured , encouraging his mind to wander. the school , as PREDICTED leaves little to the imagination. on the contrary , a look at their website will tell him all he needs to know. there is nothing for them to hide , other than the boredom that most feel while attending. the sincerity is APPRECIATED , to say the least.

      there’s no plan to study music. objectively , a rather difficult field to find an ADEQUATE job in. though , he does take interest for his best friend. the boy can use some joy in his life -- & music is just that. a symphony created to help people get through life. if he had to admit it , some has helped him as well.

      orbs follow the young woman to the piano , eyebrow lifting with a newfound CURIOSITY. will she start playing for him ? no. there’s an explanation of why she plays. & while there are no specific DETAILS of her expression , he comprehends. MUSIC. such a fascinating composition. hell , music brought them together. without the piano , the pair might have never met.

      there’s a smirk tugging at peaceful lips , boy moving forward to stand BEHIND the girl. he’s noticed how feet don’t even reach the ground. perhaps a personal stool would do her better. the boy’s backpack is pulled off , dropped beside him. leaning over her – rather than SITTING beside her , like a normal person – fingers brush over the keys. a few are stroked , getting a sense of each NOTE. he’s taken lessons in MANY instruments. too many in his opinion.

      nonetheless , fingers begin a steady rhythm & within seconds he’s playing beethoven’s ‘ moonlight ‘ sonata. a few notes before there’s a pause. he doesn’t know how to play.

      ❛ i can’t say i do. mama’s friend gave me a few lessons , but i was always too busy READING. though – i am a quick study – if you care to teach me. ❜

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pretty boy.

As soon as word spread ‘round that the college was looking for enrolled students to give prospective students a tour of the school and hopefully convince them that it’s worth spending thousands of dollars of tuition to attend  Kevin volunteered straight away.Growing up he was always chosen to show new kids around the school or the fantastic work his church did with young people.Why would this be any different ? All he had to do was be confident and give a flash of his all American boy smile and people were usually putty in his hands.

Kevin quickly straightened up the collar of his over expensive shirt before being ushered over to one of the high school kids.The nonchalant boy sitting infront of him was nothing like he expected.Finishing high school came with a lot of responsibility ; What job do you want? Do you want to go to university ? What university to attend? Do you want to pursue something you’re passionate about or that gives you a stable income? Yet here was this boy looking slightly bored  by the buss of activity going on around him .”You’re Michael , right? I’m Kevin.”Trying to hide his confusion behind a smile.He took a step back to take a glance at the title of Micahel’s book.”Is that for school or your own enjoyment? My parents would both have strokes if they found me with that.”

      BARELY GETTING PASSED THE FIRST PAGE OF THE INFERNO , the wait ends. a young man – looks like a freshman , though by his gate there’s an assumption that he’s OLDER. vision shifts to glance up at the other’s features. book is lowered , thumb resting between pages to keep a placeholder. a more thorough analysis of the boy that would be showing him the ‘ ropes ‘. proper , clean , more than likely RICH & SPOILED. he can almost guarantee the other is full of himself. then again , initial meetings can be deceiving. perhaps this is all just an ACT for the elders around them.

      there’s a feigned smile creeping to lips , fingers tapping against the hardcover. the boy leans forward , elbows resting against knees. he definitely takes note of the SMILE. genuine ? are they ever when meeting MICHAEL ? there’s a muted moment , high school student allowing the strained feeling of awkward silence to crawl into their initial introductions. once he’s had enough , younger stands. the tall tale is placed back in his backpack , the sound of a zipper & it returns to his back.

      ❛ i am indeed MICHAEL. it’s a pleasure -- KEVIN. ❜ is it though ? a hand is offered as a kindness. the instances are rare. once they’d properly introduced , the hand returns to grip the strap of the bag. ❛ it’s for pleasure. ❜ corner of lips ETCH upward just a tad at the phrasing. ❛ personal education. my mom gave it to me -- GERMAN. ❜ there’s a hint of curiosity. ❛ strokes ? over a simple book ? i mean this is something EVERYONE should read. DANTE’S harrowing adventure into the inferno. there’s no such thing – but it’s intriguing to imagine , right ? ❜

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not gone and I’ll never let them go, not gone. I’ll never let them go, not gone. I’ll never let them go. You watch me, just watch me. I’m calling. I’m calling and one day all will know.

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You know what the whisper is? He doesn’t believe in anything. Not in God. Not in Heaven. Not in a single thing in this world.

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      THERE'S SO MANY NEW PEOPLES SO LIKE THIS FOR SOME STARTERS !

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Ya girl is is on a roll with these Spring Awakening memes

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