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After years of rushing through her mornings to get to work Apple wasn’t sure how to navigate herself properly. No longer did she rise abruptly and dash through her morning routine to make it out her door in time, nor did she skip her morning coffee in exchange for that God awful office pot she was sure no one but she drank from. She didn’t start and end her work day with the chime of a clock, but instead made her own hourly endeavors. Work on things she could control and mold as opposed to fixing problems and broken people. What got her wanting to work in therapy had been nothing more than gratitude for all she went through. The struggles she faced that seemed no longer invasive and life altering. 

Still, she couldn’t bring herself to lie in bed past the six am chime that woke her since college. By eight she forced herself out of the front door only to end up drenched in… “  Is that coffee?  ” she questioned, although the smell alone was enough to clear suspensions. Apple chuckled and shook her head, “  No, it’s alright. A bit hotter and I might have had to call emergency services.  ” Taking a better look at her opponent she faltered, “  Fatima? Since wh- I mean, hi.  ”

open to all ; fatima is an excellent lawyer and also just got attacked by a werewolf. she’s come back to her hometown to try to deal with it; possible connections are old friends/flame, someone from work, a conspiracy theorist, another supernatural person, etc.

Fatima groaned as she sat up. Her third transformation and it wasn’t getting any easier. Covered in grime and unmentionable fluid, she dragged her battered body back home and into bed for the next day and a half. When she no longer felt like her bones were on fire, Fatima avoided the endless questions from her sister and escaped to the coffee shop to try to catch up on work and attempt to not get fired. Unfortunately, even one cup of coffee wasn’t enough to get her head on straight. On her way back to her paper-ridden table, Fatima bumped into someone and spilled about half of her coffee on them. “Oh shit! I am so sorry, shit!” Mortified, Fatima spun back to the counter to grab a handful of napkins. “I am so embarrassed, I am so so sorry!”

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Valentina flashed him a grin and smacked the bill on the table. Drugs were drugs. She didn’t care what type she got, or how much she got, just as long as she had enough to get high. Enough to escape the chill and the thoughts in her head. Life was annoying enough without her needing to be sober throughout it. “  Harder shit requires more money.  ” She uttered, matter of fact and shrugged, “  Money that I don’t have.  ” His comment did make her chuckle though, which she did briefly before rolling her eyes. “  Tell me who you buy from and I’ll get us both discounts. You never know, I could be of great help. I have… ways with people.  ” Tapping the money with the tip of her finger, she winked at him and said, “  Exhibit A. ”

“ Fuck  no,  not  at  all, ”  Dylan  counters  immediately  with  an  amused  snort.  “ I  don’t  think  there’s  a  person  alive  that  would  think  you’re  any  kind’a  pure,  Val.  Just  didn’t  think  you’d  be  this  mellow.  I  would’ve  expected  much  harder  shit  for  your  psycho  fuckin’  brain. ”  He  takes  a  slow  swig  of  his  drink,  savouring  every  drop.  The  dive  chosen  may  be  cheap,  but  not  cheap  enough  to  sustain  him  for  the  night.  He  bristles  at  Valentina’s  comment,  angling  his  shoulder  away  when  they  scoot  nearer.  “ Nuns  ain’t  my  thing.  Besides,  you  could  come  in  the  door  lookin’  like  prime  Jessica  Alba  and  I  still  wouldn’t  give  you  a  fuckin’  discount. ”

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Rewatching Constantine for the first time since I was literally a child and... tell me why Tilda Swinton's curly haircut keeps making me pause to admire. SHE LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD!

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a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

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Apple held their smile having already noticed the sweat practically pouring out of the new girl’s flesh. They were sure if she stared at the others a second longer there’d be no stopping the nosebleed that would follow. “  Of course. Come with me.  ” They reached for her arm, linking their own through, and turned them in the direction of the spare rooms. Most of the girls had already picked a place to sleep in the main space, but Apple enjoyed their own privacy so they claimed an entire room to themself. Bathroom included. It certainly helped that their cousin owned the home and this was a room Apple used constantly on their trips down from college. “  I take it you’re not a regular?  ” they asked, turning to get a better look at the pretty face. “  Trust me, it’s far worse once the moon takes over.  ” The words were only meant as a tease in the hopes of getting a small chuckle from her. Pushing the door with their hand, Apple gestured in, “  You can use the bathroom here.  ”

blythe had always felt intimidated by crowds, even despite all the time she’d spent as a child attending her parent’s religious rallies, thousands of people showing up to cheer and scream at two nutty televangelists who claimed to know the true word of god. it was a chaotic space to grow up in and had taught her a lot about how to handle her anxiety around strangers but immediately she could tell that the sleepover she’d been invited to at the last minute was a much different situation. maybe it was the fact that it was only girls around that made her nervous, or perhaps it was the fact they were all looking at her as if she was a juicy, bloody steak and they were a bunch of underfed lions. “you guys are all…” in their underwear, some skimpier than others but all with much more skin on show than she knew what to do with. “i, um… i brought my pyjamas with me… is- can i go change in the bedroom?”

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Muse A and Muse B agree to an affair with an end date. Three months. No strings attached. No getting too deep.

But when time runs out, neither of them are ready to say goodbye.

Muse A wants to fight for them. Muse B insists this was always meant to be temporary. Who will walk away first?

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so you and i are best friends, constant sleep overs, always running errands together and sometimes when we get really drunk or high, we fuck but we never talk about it and now it’s really getting to me because i like how you kiss me and i like our sex and i like spending time with you but do you feel the same way? should i stay quiet just so i can keep kissing you and fucking you? hold on, did you just say you like someone that’s not me?

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“  Nor do I care, quite frankly.  ” Vina replied, raising a hand up to stop the other from going on, though she knew it’d be ignored. She hadn’t met very many people like that of Ella and her father, but it wasn’t incredibly hard - what with their prior encounter - to know what to expect. Self centered and overbearing were only two of the many words Corvina had pegged her so-called ‘sister’ for. 

As she watched the server approach, Corvina took to her menu to find something familiar within. Focusing on it extra hard so that she could keep herself from rolling her eyes at the admiration and care with which their father’s interests were shared. Drinking on a school night was not something she found comfort in, even if sitting across from Ellinore made her want to do just that, so after taking a quick glance through the menu she asked for a strawberry lemonade. She let her smile dismiss the server, then carried on looking through the menu for her dinner options. Knowing she didn’t need to spend a single dollar of her own she decided then and there that she’d go for the most expensive thing on the menu. Maybe even take dessert to go for the added on price. 

“  This. ” Corvina waved her hand between them, “  Dinner. I wanted nothing to do with this.  ” she said, exhaling with obvious distaste, “ As far as I’m concerned, we’re not family, so all this charade can just stop. He refuses to accept my words over the phone, so I figured meeting him once and for all would make it clearer.  ”

the excitement had been a lot - although he had hurt her by not responding to her calls when she needed him, ella felt she was lucky enough when he'd not only invited her to dinner but had provided the attire that she wore. every so often, she straightened out the spaghetti strap on her left and then right shoulder as it was irritating her but she couldn't ever complain about it. she hadn't seen him in months - was it months? maybe a year? she tried to do the maths in her head but that sent her down a dark path as he hadn't even bothered to visit her in hospital. perhaps her moving to live with her aunt was the last time she'd seen him but she couldn't think about that right now...

"daddy daughter dates - what are you talking about?" the use of the phrase made ella's skin crawl. "you really have no fucking idea, do you?" what did corvina mean, that she was trying to get out of it? ella hadn't seen the man she called father in so long but the other seemed to feel some sort of harassment? suddenly, ella was distracted with catching a server's eye. "oh, please can we get a bottle of the melbec, please?" she had a habit of replicating the please to make sure everyone heard it. "my father's a big fan and as he's booked here, i trust it's just exquisite." she pulled a smile to the server that took it down and returned the smile before heading towards the bar section. "what did you mean though?" ella's brow furrowed. "that you've tried to avoid this?" @sinistersick

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“  Doesn’t change my observation, does it?  ” he replied, raising a brow though his smile remained in place. It wouldn’t take a genius to tell their difference in age, and while any other time he would have waved his flag and backed away, she didn’t particularly seem disinterested in his approach so he carried on, “  Would you let such a trivial thing like age keep us from enjoying a drink?  ”

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"oh.... um, i'm flattered that you would say that but, um. goodness. i think... i think i'm a lot older than you."

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“  No?  ” she asked, lowered tone and tilted head, “  Do I give off puritan slut?  ” The thought of it was comical, especially where she was concerned. Drugs were such a constant in her life that they easily passed as her reason to keep on. Family, which for some may have been the go to motivator, was less common - even nonexistent, she would say. “  I left that position to my ex, but I’m sure I can find a cute little nun outfit if that gets you off… Do I get a discount then?  ”

Dylan  can’t  help  but  eye  the  bills  being  waved  –  a  fatal  flaw  perhaps,  akin  to  a butcherbird  attracted  to  shiny,  valuable  objects.  While  he’s  far  from  enthused  to  have  Valentina’s  form  hovering  over  him,  the  small  wad  in  her  fist  placates  him  just  enough  to  tolerate  her.  “ So  this  is  yours  then? ”  He  grunts,  patting  the  pocket  of  his  jeans.  “ Didn’t  take  ya  for  that  kind  of  person,  to  be  honest. ” He’s  careful  to  keep  an  eye  on  the  blonde  as  she  slides  into  the  booth  next  to  him,  the  air  of  danger  that  follows  them  ever  -  present.

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With the shrug of her shoulders, Aurora dismissed the concern just as easily as he had done so. Time had been an enemy of hers since high school and followed her still in her inability to gauge its chime. As long as she arrived at places - relatively soon - then all things worked themselves out. “  Leaves?  ” She asked, shaking her hair as a wet dog would its fur, in an attempt to loosen their grip on her stands, “  Are there a lot?  ” Rory went on to ask, unintentionally ignoring his question. She had no clue where they might have come from. 

Not noticing any shedding from her head, she reached into her hair to retrieve them one by one and gathered them on the palm of her hand. “  I had this dream about Ken being inside my den, and we held each other and kissed like we're sweethearts.  ” Aurora explained, holding back her grin as she quickly gave up on her hair and reached to link her arm in his while moving them along closer to the ice cream stall. The longer they waited the longer the line would get and she had eyes on a group of teenagers heading in their directions. “  I really want the rainbow sherbet. What about you? What are you getting? Chocolate and vanilla swirl? Or do you like the caramel or syrup ones more?  ”

Henry  shifts  his  weight  from  foot  to  foot,  watching  the  soles  of  his  shoes  squish  against  the  pavement.  He  had  been  standing  much  more  attentively,  his  gaze  cast  out  in  front  of  him  rather  than  at  the  ground,  but  after  he’d  had  to  explain  to  two  separate  workers  at  the  ice  cream  stand  that  he  was  simply  just  waiting  for  somebody,  he  felt  it  was  necessary  to  appear  more  nonchalant.  His  mind  has  drifted  off  back  towards  the  farm,  so  Henry’s  unsure  how  much  time  has  passed  when  Rory’s  familiar  gait  appears  in  his  peripheral  vision.  “ Oh hi! ”  He  calls,  as  if  he  hasn’t  been  expecting  this  encounter  all  morning.  “ No  it’s  okay,  I  haven’t  been  here  that  long. ”  Truly  he’s  unsure  how  long  he  has  been  standing  there  now,  and  it  feels  awkward  to  ask  the  ice  cream  stand  people.  “ How  was  your  nap?  And  why  are  you  covered  in  leaves? ”

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It wasn't that Apple didn't know, or that she diluted herself into thinking it'd never get to this point, she merely hoped to have more time. That things didn’t move as quickly as they had when she still lacked the ability to offer them a way out. To offer Sabrina another way for them to be together. She paced back and forth, hands rubbing against the soft fabric of her skirt in an attempt to keep moisture from forming. “  Comfortably!  ” Apple's voice raised and she turned to face Sabrina as though she had two heads, “  What about that sounds comfortable to you, huh?  ” Even if they did get to go together, there was no way things between them wouldn’t change. Maybe not right away, at first they’d play pretend. Act as though each night she didn’t lay awake wondering if her husband laid with her, then afraid of the implications and the consequences of it all. How long before Sabrina has to bear him children? How long before she could no longer sacrifice? “  Come away with me.  ”

open to: w/nb plot: just some historical gays xoxoxox sabi has either just been engaged or the conversation's starting and her childhood friend/lady in waiting/someone in her court (or her mother's !!! milfs welcome) who also happens to be her lil gf is crashing out abt it (rightly so) but like !!! what's a girl who can't live w/ out her fortune to do !!!!

she should have had more sympathy for them, really, but sabina had always known what her future would look like. the fact that her father had put off marrying her for as long as he had was nearly a scandal, and the eligible young men around the country were beginning to question whether or not she were a 'fertile match'. still, they'd grown comfortable in their little bubble.... it had become far too easy to forget that she still had obligations to fulfill. "and what, exactly, would you have me do?? refuse him and ruin my prospects altogether?? be reasonable." her own grief was tucked away, buried beneath years of lectures on decorum and responsibility. "you act as though we shall never see one another again, but this is the best possible scenario! you shall accompany me when i marry, and we can live just as comfortably there as we have here!"

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There wasn’t a dealer in Marina that Valentina didn't know, let alone one as fine and temperamental as that of Dylan Frost. The name alone had gotten her rowdy enough to cause a scene though she behaved this time ‘round. With her lack of a working phone, Val had to result to using some random’s as a way to get her next fix. One of the many dudes standing outside the establishment had offered to contact his own dealer in exchange for a ‘dance’. Valentina wasn’t stupid, she knew his intentions went beyond that of a simple dance, but the poor fool wouldn’t know how to handle her if she drew him a map. A smile accepted his offer, and the rest was history.  “  Whatever do you mean?  ” Val asked innocently, waving the 40$ bucks she stiffed from the very stranger, “  I’m just getting myself a treat.  ” She moved around him, planting her sweet ass on the chair beside him.

location : — may's tavern.

Dylan  sits  tucked  into  one  of  the  darkened  corners  of  may’s,  absent  –  mindedly  checking  the  time  on  his  phone  while  nursing  a  now  lukewarm  beer.  Still  drinkable,  but  not  his  favourite.  His  client  should  be  here  any  minute,  their  product  burning  a  hole  in  the  blonde’s  pocket.  A  reckless  voice  in  his  head  tells  him  to  leave  out  the  side  door  with  it  and  keep  it  for  himself,  but  then  he  remembers  his  debt.  And  the  threat  of  what  happens  if  he  can’t  make  good.  Being  high  is  not  better  than  being  dead.  At  least  no  today.  

The  already  dim  light  shining  on  the  edge  of  his  booth  dulls  as  a  body  steps  into  it  and  he  glances  up,  any  shred  of  professionalism  he’s  been  mustering  disappearing  in  an  instant.  “ The  fuck  do  you  want? ”

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LOCATION: Sandy Cheeks Beach WRITTEN FOR: @@brightstvrlights MUSES: aurora + henry

There wasn’t much Aurora was left to do without someone breathing down her neck. ‘ You can’t do this, you can’t go there. ’ The list was longer than she cared to entertain, and while she listened and did as she was told, some days she couldn’t help but rebel against it all. Her need for independence and control burned bright inside her. Tightening her core - molding her anew. There were limitations and she knew it well, but nothing and no one could keep her from accomplishing what she pleased.  It’s how she found herself hiding behind the trash bin a few yards away from her parents. Needing to ensure they looked elsewhere before she made her grand escape. One, two, three minutes went by before they headed into the water, giving her the perfect clean getaway. Turning, Aurora headed towards the ice cream stand where she’d asked him to meet her. “  HENRY!  ” she screamed, skipping up the rest of the way once she saw him. “  Did you wait too long? Super sorry! I took a really long nap.  ”

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Tempo (2003)

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Stoker (2013)

What are you doing today?

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KIKI'S DELIVERY SERVICE 1989 — dir. Hayao Miyazaki