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—–  WELCOME TO MY CANDY STORE !!  

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fourbraids  ▎ *:･ﾟ✧  like cracks.

eyes drift up from the counter slowly , it’s safe to say he has NO FUCKING CLUE what he’s doing . there’s a bowl in front of him … that’s about all he’s certain of . the contents within look questionable at best , nothing compared to what the teacher was now showing the group of students . the teacher who happened to also be alan’s MOM . a crush formed long ago , something he had ZERO PRIORITY  in keeping from his friend either . in fact , he found the entire thing FUNNY . but as palms press against the counter - top , four braids hang loosely over bare shoulders as he peers back down into the bowl . head turns when he feels her come up beside  , a smirk forming before asking ,     ‘   you think i could get some EXTRA POINTS for wearing the apron ?   ’    

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good sense and debbie fraser are like oil and water in a wine glass. her vapid tendencies rise to the top, visible for all. andy calls her a spend-thrift, like her father before her did and very often she finds herself wondering why they grew up so very cold. the world of adults is not to her taste but some aspects can be negotiated. a cooking class for example, is a fine way to pass the time.

she wanders through the people chopping and sauteing until she’s confronted by the face of someone very familiar. who is this kid, he has to be a friend of alan’s. what’s his name, mimi ?? momo, that’s it. offering up a friendly smile, debbie shakes her head.

❛  i’m not testing you, so don’t worry. i haven’t seen you here before which means     that you’re new and it’s always a tough time cooking when you’re just starting     out. if you stay for a few weeks, you’ll get the hang of it.  ❜

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and you may kill me now, and you may hurt me so but i will haunt you til the end is nigh and you may hunt me down and you may turn me cold but i will haunt you til the day you die.

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fun fact i love dru.sil.la ke.eb.le so m  U C h

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Yall got healthy relationships w your mom ? What’s that like

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HAPPY INDIGENOUS PEOPLES DAY 🎉🎊

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and you may kill me now, and you may hurt me so but i will haunt you til the end is nigh and you may hunt me down and you may turn me cold but i will haunt you til the day you die.

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“but jupiter, it’s still technically september!!!” shush because this is a halloween starter call that will be used all through the month of october for threads relating to spooky shit !! specify a muse if you want to, if you don’t care i’ll just throw something at you.

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mohiican  ▎ *:･ﾟ✧ the world is numb.

BODY SINKS DOWN ONTO THE TOILET SEAT , an uncomfortable shift before he finally settles upon . gaze drops to his knees , avoiding eye contact with the other , ASHAMED of how little he did to protect himself . that’s not to say he didn’t get a few punches in before he ran off into the night , something he was afraid to tell the woman above for fear she may scorn him for . after all , it was already BAD ENOUGH that he would have to go home in the morning only to face this man again .

“   yes …   ”     the answer is short as he briefly looks up , dark eyes meeting with blue if only for a second before they dart away . lips pressing together , jaw CLENCHING as he thinks silently to himself . he knew tomorrow would be WORSE , but how could he ask her to KEEP him when the foster system saw to it that he would stay with willie on the reserve ? from what he could tell , there was no way around it , he was STUCK there until he was eighteen .

but he doesn’t flinch when the alcohol hits his open wounds , nor does he make a sound when his arm feels like it’s going to burn off from the way she’s cleaning the injuries . he remains STEADY despite , toes pressing firmly into the ground beneath black socks . jaw only clenching TIGHTER the more it hurts . it’s only when she speaks that his gaze lifts once more , tongue darting out to wet dry lips before he nods slowly .      “   ——— what are you going to do ?   ”

she knows what john would do. rifle, car, murder and alexandria isn’t entirely sure she can blame him. the rage in her is unparalleled and she finds herself delaying to answer after he confirms her suspicions. 

he’s so quiet, so very strong in the face of pain. she wonders if fletcher saw the same thing and she gasps to herself before she can form words. she takes pats up the excess blood and rubbing alcohol, pressing the injury with a damp cloth, hoping the bleeding will subside quickly.

when she looks at him, her face is lined and the youthful, maternal gentleness is all but gone. there is pain in her face, raw and unkind to the eye. there is the pain of a mother having to bandage her beaten child and it is so selfish of her that she cannot let herself look at him for longer than a minute. 

alexandria drops her eyes. how could he do this ?? she thinks instead. he knows what this poor boy has been through !! evidently fletcher doesn’t care what trauma uncas has seen so long as he can have a moment to feel strong. her stomach churns and she heaves a shuddering breath. she will not cry in front of him, she will not. this isn’t about her.

❛  for starters, you’re going to stay here for as long as you can. i’ll find some way to make sure you don’t have to go back there.  ❜

in her head, she’s already plotting out how this will end. she’ll go to cfs and apply to adopt him how she should have done years ago. chingachgook would never have wanted this for his son. 

❛  who else knows, uncas ?? is it just me ??  ❜

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so I found a song

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classic lit inspired plots

divine comedy: muse a has found themselves lost in purgatory, but yet has a chance to redeem themselves and be brought back to life. they are guided along their journey by muse b, another soul who has been lost in purgatory for centuries. will muse a redeem themselves? in helping muse a on ther journey, will muse b be set free as well? and what if both muses develop feelings for one another, will muse a give up their second chance at life to remain with muse b?

wuthering heights: muse a, an impoverished and orphaned child, is adopted by a wealth manor owner. muse a grows up alongside muse b, the child of the manor owner, and the two become dear friends who roam the countryside. however when muse b’s father dies and elder brother takes possession of the estate, he forces muse a to act as a servant. will hatred consume muse a? will muse b sucuumb to the advances of a dull, yet rich young suitor? will muse a and muse b’s friendship prevail?

the picture of dorian gray: muse a is an extremely handsome and wealth socialite. however, they have a dark secret. they’ve forfeited their souls for eternal youth and beauty, and rather than aging themselves, a mysterious portrait takes each sin they commit as a blemish upon it’s canvas. muse b is curious about muse a, intrigued by the scandal and mystery surrounding them, perhaps enchanted or disgusted by muse a. will they uncover muse a’s secret? will they fall under muse a’s spell? or will muse b’s investigation end in disaster? 

romeo & juliet: admittedly cliche romeo and juliet plot. muse a and muse b are from different rival families, forbidden love, tragedy, etc. can take place in shakespearean times or in modern era a la baz luhrman’s work.

the great gatsby: muse a is a poor, yet ambitious soldier in wwi. they fall in love with muse b, a wealthy socialite. however, circumstances force the two apart, and muse b is unwillingly married off to a rich suitor. five years later, muse a has acquired an unimaginable sum of wealth and is reunited with muse b. the two begin a secret affair. yet one’s past cannot be escaped, and a single question pervades in the air: where did all muse a’s money come from?

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whenever i come online

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From the moment I saw you, I knew I was gonna spend the rest of my life avoiding you.

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hey look it’s a poll that you can vote on xoxo

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I. You think this town loves you? This town never loved you. This town loves slouching old houses and soupy bayou summers. Cigarette butts glowing in the backwater. Watchful eyes burning in the trees. II. Look out for old men in broken rockers. Look out for alligators by the riverbank. Look out for the cicadas, shrilling warnings in the mangroves. You’re not as alone as you think.  III. Maybe this is why we draw our curtains closed at night. Maybe this is why we cross ourselves and wear silver chains around our necks. IV. You think this town is holy? This town was never holy. This was the devil’s land long before it was ours. Nothing holy has lived here in years.

This town will devour you (southern gothic) |e.c.| (via boysfear)

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Audrey Hepburn as Jo Stockton

Funny Face (1957)

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Plus side of shipping with me: i will always be here to scream ideas and headcanons at and i will be screaming more along with you.

Downside of shipping with me: you will eventually come to the conclusion that i am satan.