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I'm still sick, and my boss had me work a double today because our night guy called in. I swear I'll start posting useful things again soon, I've just been really worn out. :(

Sorry, guys.

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I'm sorry I didn't do more today. Being sick just makes it kind of hard to write. :( And I think I have a fever now...

I'm getting off the computer, but I'll be wandering around on mobile until I fall asleep, so feel free to message me if you like. :)

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cordeliaheadmistresssupreme:

Cordelia smiled brightly as she looked at her face. “Your smile is beautiful.” She whispered softly as she held something behind her hands. “You are going to love it.” The headmistress giggled a bit as she removed her hands from behind her back. “A new radio. What do you think?” 

                      ❝ A radio? What, did you get tired of hearin'                              me try and sing to myself or somethin'? ❞

                                        Her grin only widened as  she took it from the                                         other's hands. She hadn't had one since Kyle                                         wrecked her little cabin in the swamps. She'd                                         taken to humming herself to sleep at night. In                                         truth, she was thrilled. As nice as it'd been, it                                         hadn't felt like home here without Stevie.

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❝ I do believe in you. ❞

                      ❝ Oh, well that's a good start, isn't it?                          But believing in the devil is a far cry                          from dealing with her. So tell me --                          what is it that you want? ❞

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❝ I’ve brought you a gift. ❞

                     ❝ A gift? How come? What is it? ❞

                                   Nobody gives her gifts; she can't quite                                   sit still, too curious as to what Cordelia                                   has for her.

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❝ Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. ❞

                      ❝ Sweet boy... I know you have. You've                          been so good to me these years. You                          don't deserve such sadness. ❞

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❝ Give me the child. ❞

                     ❝ No -- no, I won't! ❞

                                It had taken her so long to get this child;                                after all this  time,  she  could not simply                                give him up. She was his mother now.

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ＬＡＢＹＲＩＮＴＨ → the sentence meme

Below you will find quotes taken directly or paraphrased from the movie 'Labyrinth'. You know, the one starring David Bowie's bulge. Send in one of the following to see how my muse reacts:

❝ I ask for so little. ❞

❝ Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. ❞

❝ Just fear me, love me - do as I say and I will be your slave.❞

❝ You remind me of the babe. ❞

❝ That’s not fair! ❞

❝ Give me the child. ❞

❝ You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is? ❞

❝ I have been generous up ‘til now; I can be cruel. ❞

❝ You cowered before me, I was frightening. ❞

❝ I have reordered time; I have turned this world upside down, and I have done it all for you! ❞

❝ I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. ❞

❝ Isn’t that generous? ❞

❝ Your mother is a fraggin’ aardvark! ❞

❝ Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. ❞

❝ I move the stars for no one. ❞

❝ Your eyes can be so cruel. ❞

❝ If she ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a prince. ❞

❝ If he ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a princess. ❞

❝ You’re him, aren’t you? ❞

❝ You’re her, aren’t you? ❞

❝ My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. ❞

❝ You have no power over me. ❞

❝ How you turn my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ Well then, come on, which way? ❞

❝ Which way do you want to go, hm? ❞

❝ Was that wrong? ❞

❝ I’ve brought you a gift. ❞

❝ But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. ❞

❝ In nine hours and twenty-three minutes…you’ll be mine. ❞

❝ Where you goin’ with a head like that? ❞

❝ No, I said ‘allo’, but that’s close enough. ❞

❝ It’s only forever, not long at all. ❞

❝ All right then, throw down your weapons, and I’ll see that you’re well-treated. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me truth hurts, because it hurts like hell. ❞

❝ No one can blame you for walking away. ❞

❝ I don’t know why, but every now and again in my life - for no reason at all - I need you. ❞

❝ The way forward is sometimes the way back. ❞

❝ It’s very rude to stare! ❞

❝ What did you have to go and do a thing like that for? ❞

❝ What’d you expect fairies to do? ❞

❝ What’s the matter, my dear, don’t like your toys? ❞

❝ There’s such a sad love, deep in your eyes. ❞

❝ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ❞

❝ What kind of magic spell to use? ❞

❝ I’ll paint you mornings of gold. ❞

❝ I’ll spin you Valentine evenings. ❞

❝ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ❞

❝ We’re choosing the path between the stars. ❞

❝ I’ll leave my love between the stars. ❞

❝ How you turned my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ You starve and near exhaust me. ❞

❝ I do believe in you. ❞

❝ I live without the sunlight. ❞

❝ I love without your heartbeat. ❞

❝ I can’t live within you. ❞

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                    The question throws her, if only because it                         takes her foggy mind some time to adjust.                         Why...?  She'd been so painfully upset for                         so long  --  hardly  anyone  every asks her                         why. Everyone seems to know...

                                        ❝ My... My baby. I want my baby... ❞

{ shit! he was expecting some idiot who

  had managed to get themselves locked

  in the house, not a ghost. } 

      ” - I… uh -

                why are you crying?”

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YOU'RE OVER MY HEAD I'M OUTTA MY MIND THINKIN' I WAS BORN IN THE WRONG TIME ONE OF A KIND LIVIN' IN A WORLD GONE PLASTIC BABY YOU'RE SO CLASSIC

                     ❝ Your singing  might actually be worse                         than your piano skills. I hadn’t thought                         it was even possible. ❞

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                     ❝ So then you'll be with us for quite                           some time, I take it? Well -- when                           Sister Jude  is available,  I'm sure                           she'll go over  all  the  details with                           you, but for now, why don't I give                           you a  tour?  I'll  introduce  you to                           the other sisters. ❞

                   ❝ Oh…  okay,  well—  my  school  may  have                         contacted one of you about my internship                         here…  I came to learn the regulations and                        rules of the environment beforehand. ❞

                               Was this place run by a church? Then                                 God help her. She needs to get out of                                 this somehow.

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                      ❝ -- Yes, I suppose he must have. ❞

                                    She agrees, but she does so with great                                     bitterness.  She  should  have  been so                                     happy here. She had loved him once --                                     she'd thought him brilliant.  Perhaps he                                     truly was... but he'd been quite mad by                                     the end of it all.  Only  a madman could                                     have created that creature, certainly.

        Some days, it was beautiful, and some days—                                   merely an eyesore.

         “It’s… something, all right. That kook of a doctor           must have really loved you.”

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                     She's distracted, briefly, by his actions.  She's on                         the verge of asking  him  if licking  a pencil really                         helps with anything,  but just  before she speaks,                         her nerves settle, and her story tumbles from her                         mouth instead.

                                     ❝ I found 'im on the  edge  of  the water. There                                          wasn't any kinda gear  when I found him,  so                                          I figured he musta been a tourist that lost his                                          group or somethin'.  Anyway,  he washed up                                          right near my...  near  where  I go walkin',  so                                          I checked to see  if  he  was breathin'.  And I                                          saw his  throat -- cut  wide  open -- and then                                          I left to go get help. ❞

                        It was truthful enough,  she  figured.  She may have                         skipped some parts,  but the important details were                         there -- minus the fact that the victim is now awake                         and wandering the Louisiana swamps, anyway.

   ”What kinda dead man just gets up and walks away?  Now I know I didn’t come all the way out here to collect…solve a case about a dead man that ain’t even dead.

For your sake, I’ll humor you.” 

He pulls out a notebook, dabbing his pencil with the tip of his tongue. Oh, he’s going to get all the facts.

“Go on. From the beginning.”

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                      Live here?  Did she? This house was hers,                       and yet somehow she knew that there had                       been countless others  who had lived here.                       She could remember some of their faces...

                                             ❝ -- This is my home, yes. ❞

                      It felt like less of a lie  to say it that way.  At                       last she turned  her  attention  to  the rather                       tall gentleman beside her.

                                             ❝ Did you need something? ❞

In alarm the Pie Maker leaped in place, hands stealthily creeping behind his person, holding each other behind his back. Where the woman had come from what a mystery to him, having not seen any figure or form come within range in his peripheral view. Though being shocked was never an excuse to be rude.

"Oh. Yeah, it is. Do you live here?"

Despite his being on the case, the Pie Maker had failed to get the name or appearance of who was the owned of the home in question.

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                       She might have been startled by the                         voice,  but it does  little to silence her                         weeping. She makes a tenuous effort                         to stifle her tears,  if  only  so she can                         address the stranger.

                                           ❝ -- What do you want?  ❞

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