#nem:start

[iwannadrinkagintonic]

Hazudtál te nekem, kérek engedj el. Nem gondoltam volna, hogy valaha megtetszel. De, kérlek ne játszál a szívemmel. Nem akarom elkezdeni mégegyszer.

Pinghorizon-Engedj el

[orellathescared-blog]

Orella huffed and puffed as she held the three boxes in her arms while exiting the post office, blowing strands of black hair out of her eyes. She didn’t think it through, coming without anybody to help her. Granted, her Aunt Vivian just snorted when she asked for help and returned to inspecting her nails, but anyone who took a good look at the petite girl knew she couldn’t lift more than a feather. 

“Why did I ever think this would be a good idea for me?” 

[survivinggilbert]

“You know, I think the English Literature professor is obsessed with Shakespeare. We’ve been talking about A Midsummer Night’s Dream for two weeks now and we’re barely gotten to the part where the fairy queen falls in love with the donkey guy. Every sentence she has to spend twenty minutes talking about how brilliant the guy is... Should we tell her he died a couple hundred years ago?” she asked, shaking her head.

[holywcter]

“--- hey, just because you suck at poker, doesn’t mean you get your money back. I earned this, fair and square.”

[ofxetherealfaith]

     Duty bound to this small and yet bleak little town, though beyond being told to watch those higher up certainly had been SILENT regarding whatever it was that seemed to be drawing in all of the creatures that walked the earth although it was not outside of the Angel’s blindness that he could not feel all of the energy (sacrifices) and where such took place surely meant no great outcome. 

Poor town. Poor humans. 

For it was a nearing presence that drew the Angel from his thoughts, scanning them if only to wonder why they neared at all; mortals and other beings for that matter were strange creatures of habit...-if only they knew the dangerous territory they were wondering onto. He HOPED he would not need to show such proof on the matter. 

[badvsses]

starter call!

i need to go to sleep but comment here if you want a starter from cordelia chase or/and dawn summers!

[scarredbyfire]

‘Peter, is that you?’ She heard her own voice echo through her mind as she rushed over to hug him. So pleased that he was alright. And then the next thing she felt was pain. It was only fleeting though, not remembering her body dropping to the ground, but remembering it feeling so final.

The next thing she felt was the ground beneath her, but she kept her eyes closed, groaning out tiredly. Her body feels heavy, almost too difficult to move. She heard a car rushing past, figuring she was on the side of the road, with no idea how she got there. Hearing a car stop and someone else get out, she stirs a little, groaning again, trying to get their attention.

[jgilbrt]

jeremy was staring at an open textbook in front of him, hoping to learn something by osmosis, or whatever it was called.  osmosis, right?  like osmosis jones?  whatever, it didn’t matter.  that wasn’t even what he was studying.  he had to look at the cover to remind himself — earth science?  ugh.  “this is pointless,”  he muttered, rubbing the exhaustion off of his face as he shoved the book away.  “why did i do this to myself?”  he knew exactly why, to make his parents proud, and he was trying his best, but it was hard and he was tired.

[petehale-blog1]

If ever he was surprised at how his life had turned out, now was the time. Professor of History at Beacon Hills University. It wasn’t a job he ever expected himself having or liking but he found that he really enjoyed it. He was deep in grading his papers when he heard his door open and after a minute or two he looked up. “Office hours aren’t normally till tomorrow but I’ll make an exception. What brings you here?”

[amilligans]

“i can’t remember the last time i saw sunlight,”  adam joked.  he was sitting on the steps outside of the library, enjoying some fresh air for the first time in — well, he’d lost track of time.  he’d been increasingly wrapped up in a research project, but now he’d submitted it and he didn’t know what to do with this rare moment of free time.  “what month is it again?”

[hcllscnt]

   “ how many more holidays can we create for dead people before we all just admit we want a reason to get drunk and dressed up? “ jo muttered under her breath, a smile still making it’s way on her face. sure, she was cynical, but even she had to admit she enjoyed a day off to have some fun. “ i hope halloween is as big of a show as this. “ the girl says with a breathy laugh, readjusting her dress.

[geekrebellion]

Charlie raised her hands in surrender as someone called out to her, her phone screen on. “... Listen. In my defence, I know I’m kinda trespassing, but you have a shiny bulbasaur back there and I have to have it.” She held out the phone, Pokemon Go theme song blaring out of the tiny speakers, where the little bulbasaur picture showed he was just out of reach of where they were standing.

[rqeken]

it isn’t that theo ENJOYS working double shifts, but between university tuition and rent and general living expenses, his finances are stretched rather THIN. at least the graveyard shift offers some modicum of peace and quiet, though, and rosie doesn’t mind if he brings his study materials to work as long as he checks up on the scant few customers they have at this time of night every now and then. he’s commandeered one of the corner booths for himself—with full view of the whole diner, of course—textbook on applied biomechanics taking up most of the space on the table, chewing absent-mindedly on the back of his highlighter when the bell chimes. ‘ i’ll be with you in a second ! ’ he calls, making an effort to inject a measure of FRIENDLINESS into his tone, despite feeling anything but. there’s a half-hearted attempt to gather his notes into a neat pile before he heads over to the newcomer, snagging his apron and notepad from the counter along the way. ‘ welcome to rosie’s, ’ he greets, putting on his apron with practiced ease. ‘ what can i get you ? ’

[silver-bowed-huntress]

Allison stared at the coffee cup in front of her, knowing it had to be cold for how long she’d been sitting there. She should probably find a job, since she wasn’t going to go to college. And she had to figure out what was out there in the woods, and how to stop it killing more people. Or how her great grandmother sat opposite her having breakfast this morning. But she knew they were all smokescreens right now. Distractions to everything else going wrong, because her mother was still dead, and her boyfriend had still cheated on her. Tears came to her eyes, and as someone came over to her table, she wiped them away, aggressively.

“I’m fine, what do you want?”

[ofxetherealfaith]

He WONDERED how they managed it; how they could celebrate and honor the history of the Beacon Hills when people were dying (did they not want to stop it?). Humans and their devices of ignorance, though the funny part was he was beginning to envy them. 

“People keep offering me things and i’m uncertain i’ve done anything to earn them.”

[mrs-winchesterm-blog]

Mary was starving, getting out of the wooded area around her took a lot more of her energy than she thought it would. She felt like for the most of it she was going in circles. Nothing made sense, finally hitting a road took days, her senses completely shot. She thanked her dad and his week-long camping trips for her ability to stay calm during it all.

Something felt off, more off than her waking up in the middle of nowhere from her son’s nursery. More off than anything else as she walked into the first bar she saw. 

She must have looked insane. Dirty, oh so dirty with white nightgown filled with grim. All she could do was think about getting home, finding her family. She sat down at the bar, the bartender staring at her as she smiled. All she wanted was her boys. She rolled her neck, her shoulder stiff. "Fuck." She muttered pushing it down harder than she should have. She knew that stumble earlier in the day had done something. But at least she was back in civilization.

She looked around the bar, her brow furrowed. "Where's a phone?" She asked loudly needing to get ahold of John.