#clickedbait

[rebelpuff]

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking. - bubbles!!! / @clickedbait

it's   so   easy   to   know   when   one   of   her   sisters   is   touching   her    —    they're   the   only   ones   who   can   get   her   to   stop  moving.   buttercup   sighs  ,   looking   toward   bubbles   and   whatever   caught   her   eye. 

(   swear   to   GOD   if   it's   another   puppy   —  ) 

[ncrthernl1ghts]

" SO YOU DO have standards, " the question's tone is blank as his face as he flicks a glob of mayonnaise off his shoulder, frowning behind the pseudoderm as he realizes he's going to have to look his drycleaner in the eye when he hands this coat over.

he hates mayonnaise.

" in that case, what the hell did you do to incur the wrath of the condiment king? " as if the man's personality wasn't enough to make an axe murderer of a nun.

@clickedbait said: hey, don't look at me. i didn't invite them. - captain boomerang

[bakshiis]

that is obviously a red flag. are we not reading that as a red flag? that's crazy. - poppy pls

there's a smile that spreads across my face when poppy speaks. why exactly am i smiling? well, because that's the most idiotic thing i've heard come out of poppy's mouth. i know, that's difficult to believe. but poppy of all people should not be lecturing me about red flags. "are you of all people actually lecturing me about not acknowledging a red flag?" a laugh quickly follows my question and i shake my head from side to side. i pause, taking this moment to take a sip of my mochaccino. "you can't be serious ... wait, you're serious." another laugh, and i raise my eyebrow, eyes narrowing in her direction. "i'm not taking any advice from you when it comes to red flags. shit, poppy, you let ian pluck you from mit. i've seen pictures of what he looked like back then. he was a walking red flag. you're not too good at noticing those, are you?"

@clickedbait

[dmned]

❝ take care not to underestimate your enemies , boy. ❞ / @clickedbait

[butnobodyhome]

do your muses have a ' song ' thats just for them ? ( Anna & Nick )

ೀ ﹒﹒  ship   headcanon   ideas    !

Nothing officially, but like

Tfw it took the world ending and 200 years to find each other

@o-rusted-heart

[rebelpuff]

@sondair / @clickedbait

[ncrthernl1ghts]

🎮 — favorite video game(s)?

munday asks!

red dead redemption 2, baldur's gate 3, and god of war (2018 and ragnarök)

[dorkustm]

@clickedbait , get your ass back here, norman, cont. from here

pete eventually opens his eyes to look across at the other, and he does his damnedest not to appear irritated. but, of course, he's irritated. he didn't need a lecture from norman fokker, of all people, he understands how these things are supposed to work. he isn't entirely convinced that norman isn't giving him a hard time, just for the hell of it. he clasps his hands in front of him, then takes a deep breath.

"okay..." his own voice cracks in frustration, he clears his throat. "i know... theater and clubs aren't that impressive, but you have to admit, there are transferable skills there. communication? team collaboration?" god, he sounds so pathetic, bargaining with a pizza pete's employee like this. but he attempts to summon a polite smile. "at the very least, you can call me a fast learner. everyone knows that."

[badstepsmoving]

@clickedbait ( shaggy ) & skunk meet at a convenience store past midnight.

i'm thankful that shaggy was willing to accompany me this evening. sleep is something that usually escapes me ... i find it more pleasant when i'm not alone with my thoughts. a little time with some friends and some snacks always cheered me up. i look through the isles, grabbing packages without even thinking properly. "we gotta get some sour patch kids man, oh! we should get some slushies too." i snatch a bag of sour patch kids, pursing my lips as i tilt my head. "what're y' thinkin' of gettin' buddy? oh! we could get some 'f the slices of pizza they have too!"

set the scene, accepting.

[bakshiis]

i don't talk about my feelings with anyone. - Paul

"i don't either." my tone is flat, but inside i'm ecstatic. somehow, i find myself often surrounded with people who will not shut up about their feelings. people who will try to convince me to open up in kind. it's annoying, and quite frankly it pisses me off. hearing paul admit that he doesn't talk about his feelings is a relief. i don't know if i could take much more of that.

"annoying, isn't it, when people try to get you to talk about shit like that?" i ask, head tilting to the side. i'm curious, after all, if it annoys him as much as it annoys me. "i share an office with my boss and he never shuts up about his feelings. he's always trying to get me to open up too. it's such a pain in the ass."

@clickedbait

[selfruinarchive]

❛ don’t make me do this. ❜

the words half register , the world still spinning. how much had she taken? she couldn't remember , tearing apart room for any sign of bag with prescribed pills ( that made them alright , right ? ) bare feet pace a trail on carpet floor , over and over. where was nicky? he'd bring her something. ❛ fuck you. ❜ the words fly towards @clickedbait. rod is only trying to help , trying to keep her safe. the rational part of her knows. ❛ i've already had one shit father rod , i don't need another. ❜

i don't remember a lot of those days. the middle of the tour is blurry. i was taking a lot more than i should. but when it's being pushed at you? it's hard to say no. i remember telling rod that i didn't need him. but it was the opposite. rod was the only one keeping us from falling further apart than we already were. he looked out from me. made sure i ate , wasn't too much of a mess to get on the stage. what happened in miami? if it wasn't for him, i don't think i'd be here today.

how long until rehearsal? could she even pull it together enough to make it on stage? that should have been when she stopped. her music was everything , she had chased it since she was fourteen. how disappointed would that girl in the crowds be to see what had become of herself? ❛ where's nicky? ❜ hand planted on hip , foot tapping against the floor. ❛ he said he'd be back. ❜ some kind of errand , leaving hotel room in early morning hours. ❛ this is bullshit. ❜ daisy makes a move for the door , in vain knowing she won't make it outside.

[rebelpuff]

starter call / @clickedbait

her   room   is   usually   a   mess  ,   but   this   is   ridiculous.   her   civvies   are   EVERYWHERE.   there's   shit   she   hasn't   even  worn   yet   scattered   across   her   bed  ,   thrown   onto   the   floor.   she's   not   entirely   surprised   to   find   bubbles   tossing   shit   from   her   closet    —    certainly   not   as   surprised   as   bubbles   is   going   to   be.   how   much   more   digging   is   she   going   to   do   before   she   finds   something   she  shouldn't  ?

buttercup   leans   against   her   doorframe  ,   the   sound   of   her   body   laying   against   wood    —    no   matter   how   softly   —    surely   enough   for   bubbles   to   realize   she's   being   WATCHED.   or   it   should   be.   she   might   be   too   caught   up   digging   through   skirts   that  don't   belong   to   her.

they   don't   even   share   a sense   of  style.   the   leather   and   fishnets   are   usually   too   risqué   for   bubbles. 

there   are   moments   so   ubiquitous   in   life   that   even   superpowers   don't   save   you   from   them.   like   having   your   little   sister   raid   your   closet.   and   then   undoubtedly   trying   to   lie   about   it.   just   in   case  ,   buttercup   clears   her   throat. 

“   are   you   gonna   clean   ANY   of   this   up ?   ”

[citizenstarlight]

[ txt : bestie ] i'm guessing we both had a hard day at work today.

[ txt : bestie ] i seriously can't unsee all that. i don't know how you deal with that shit daily.

[ txt : bestie ] come over? we can eat pizza and drink white claws.

★ ╼ texting starter ! @clickedbait ( marcus )

[slautertm]

{ @clickedbait continued from HERE } Reese prided himself in his knowledge of Hatchetfield. He'd spent years and years of his life dedicated to the myths, legends, and history of this island town. He'd even call himself an expert, but wouldn't go as far as to give tours or share that info so haphazardly as some would. There were pieces of things he felt certain folks didn't deserve to know-- no respect or understanding for this place. But every so often someone would come to him with questions or curiosities that intrigued him. And sometimes he'd be willing to work with those people-- even if it meant sharing secrets he wasn't sure he should be. Secrets long kept locked away in diaries and journals from those before them. When @slautertm came to him about 'The Black Book', Reese knew immediately what she was speaking about. It was an old tome that had long been misplaced, but held so many spells and orbweaving stories of those watching on this town. A group of Lords with powers unlike any other-- did he believe it? He wanted to. He wanted to believe in whatever there was as much as he believed in Wooly-Foot. And so when Steph came to him, asking if he knew anything... it intrigued him. Why would high school student know about something so old, something so lost? He let her ask her questions knowing she probably found him from the librarian if she'd been there searching. The local librarian was well aware of who Reese was and his involvement in all things strange or spooky. So he wasn't too surprised he was the one she was asking all these questions to, but when Reese hit her with "I don't know if telling you what I know will help--" She came back with an easy, small plea,but can't you even give me a hint? "A hint won't be enough," he responds far too easily, frown on his face as he leans into the open apartment door. He really had to tell the librarian it was one thing to point in his direction but another to give his address, "You'll just want to know more and more and more and then soon enough you're corrupted with the idea that you too can find this book like so many before you-- why does it even matter? It's never been seen by anyone who isn't the Starry Children or the Waylons."

it's a dangerous thing to be asking for information, she knows, but steph is worried about her safety, about pete's safety- question after question lingering inside of her head like never before which was a whole other horror to the ones that they have experienced. so she supposes he’s right in some ways, she wants to know everything, from the stupidest detail that she won’t retain to how to take them down… if that’s even a possibility. she won’t stop until she does, which is why she feels her impatience growing as this man tries to explain why he shouldn’t help- and terror as she hears something new… who were the starry children?

he might have had the upper hand in terms of having the information she so desperately needs, but she feels she is the one who has what he might be interested in. she needs to play her cards carefully, but that statement lingers in her head and stops her from having of the restraint should. “ i’ve literally held the book in my hand dude. and im not a waylon or whatever the fuck starry shit. ” arms cross but her face is deadpan, serious.

—- the downside to letting that slip, even if it might convince him? now she needs to give some sort of explaination and she’s not really sure she wants to explain just how familiar she is with the waylon’s, nor anything with the lords in black. not yet.

lauter sighs as she thinks looking away, uncrossing her arms, and she looks just past him. “ the last time i saw my dad he told me where to find it. he said i needed to do something with it. we did- i did. then i couldn’t find it again. it just vanished. ”

hopefully the slip up would go unnoticed, she doubted it. “ does it do that? just… disappear? what’s the meaning of inside? what… how do people find out about it?” a pause, “i’ll pay you if you can help me. ”

[shctsfired]

@clickedbait sent “ so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here? ”

She had been trying to ignore the survivors arguing amongst themselves on the other side of the humvee when one of them finally addressed her. She was seething under the surface and trying her best to think of anything to get her out of this situation. Unlike the others, she had avoided CEDA checkpoints and pickups; she had already seen what they did to survivors during the first few weeks. But someone had mentioned seeing another survivor in passing and they decided to track her down before returning to base. She pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance before narrowing her glare at the male in the white suit. "What the fuck do you want me to say? That we're fucked? It's pretty fucking clear." She shifted her gaze towards the others, arms crossing as she leaned against the metal seat. "Your group or theirs fucked me. I wasn't even trying to find CEDA and one of you assholes ratted me out!" She didn't mean to yell but she was at a boiling point with the group of strangers. Most survivors had read the warnings on the safe room walls but she figured these people had either ignored it or hoped it wasn't true. "I don't know why any of you would actually trust them. Haven't you seen the messages left behind in the safe houses?"

"They're not looking for a cure anymore. They've shifted to containment."

[playbarbies]

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧  𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬  𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧  𝐚  𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐧𝐚��𝐜𝐲’𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.  making  the  mental  note  that  if  nancy  suddenly  grows  taller,  it  may  be  time  to  stop  pacing,  she  turns  to  her  friend  (  it  still  feels  so  weird  to  call  nancy  wheeler  a  friend  instead  of  a  priss  .  .  .  although  one  becoming  true  does  not  automatically  make  the  other  untrue  .  .  it  does  in  this  case,  though  )  fiddling  with  the  tie  around  her  neck,  robin  looks  at  nancy  ❛  i  mean,  steve  just  said  ‘be  yourself,’  ❜  robin  fingers  curl  to  create  air  quotes  as  she  lowers  her  voice  an  octave  in  a  poor  imitation  of  steve’s,  ❛  but,  he  just  doesn’t  get  how  ‘being  myself’  is  the  exact,  like,  the  absolute  exact  thing  i’m  totally  afraid  will  ruin  it  ❜  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙮𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨  𝙤𝙛  𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣’𝙨  𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨  𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚  𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧  𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝  𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧,  𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧  𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩  𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮  𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚  𝙤𝙛𝙛  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚,  ❛  you’re  popular,  right?  and  you’re  a  girl,  so,  you  think  you  can  help  me  out  with  advice  other  than  ‘just  be  yourself’  …  also  known  as  actual  advice?  ❜  

@clickedbait gets a random starter <3