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kenzification.

           words reach her; mulled over & absorbed despite typical flippant demeanor veiling her movements. as per usual attention seems strayed, much more INFATUATED with opening a small jug of  c h o c o l a t e  spread clutched in petite hands. “ ha ! “ is chirped triumphantly as it pops open, “ sounds like my aunt ludmila on a bad day. “ comment leaves the brunette in passing, finger then waving about after it’s dipped gingerly into the sweet treat, “ sooo– what’s the sitch then, samsquatch? people gettin’ chewed on or we on a pleasure cruise? – regardless …  i smell an adveeencha’~ ♪ ! “ blues peer out the icey window, an inquisitive tilt of her head to follow, “ & i can TOTALLY bust out my winter kicks– NICE !“ 

          pensive gaze lifts from the laptop screen; a slight curl of his lips breaks a chain of thought. something akin to amusement (  or is judgement better suited ?  ) shakes his head from side to side. one would believe him to be accustomed to her overly vivacious nature. but even after spending months by her side she never fails to to elicit some sort of reaction. he doesn’t complain. in this line of work smiles have a tendency to come few  &  far between. she always keeps his in tact. ❛   about a year ago two girls went missing up there. sisters. they were proclaimed dead but search  &  rescue never found their bodies. i think it’s worth checking out. either way, we might be able to stop these things.   ❜

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           deathisarose.

          two styrofoam cups held inside closed palms, he knocks a rhythmic pattern against the door with but a single knuckle.  ❛   hey, lyds, it’s me.   ❜ voice is raised loud enough to be heard from behind the wood. he knocks once more. it’s eager   ---   not impatient. ❛   i brought coffee.   ❜

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You are not my friend. Friends don’t kiss each other on the tips of their noses and fall asleep with their limbs entangled and their fingers intertwined. A friend doesn’t call you at 3 AM to say that they woke up thinking you were still in their arms, but you weren’t, and it made them sad and they needed distraction so they got off on you. Friends don’t get off on each other. And friends don’t touch each other like we do. Under the covers, to hide it from ourselves, because we’re liars. We are not friends. But this is all that we could ever be.

Old feelings for old friends (via fawnbabe)

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           feelworse.

          ❛   if it counts for anything   ---   i believe you. &  i’m gonna find whatever it is that did this to your friend  &  stop it. you have my word.   ❜

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           kenzification. 

          ❛   hey, listen to this   ---   it says here that this mountain is cursed by the spirit of the makkapitew.   ---   think wendigo but a whole hell of a lot stronger.   ---   anyway, back in 1873 these miners are said to have unleashed the spirit when they started digging into the mountain for it’s radium deposits. later on, in 1951, there was a structural failure that caused part of the mine to cave in, trapping around thirty of the men down there for a whole MONTH. .... this is where it starts getting interesting. the curse says the wendigo spirit will only possess a human that has consumed another human’s flesh. &  guess what happened ? an attempted rescue found that twelve of them had survived after murdering  &  eating each other. they were described to have unusual characteristics   ---   white eyes, long teeth, long nails, relatively good health   ---   so they confined them to the sanatorium; not just for emergency treatment, but experimentation. after about four or five days, the alleged incubation period of this.... transformation, they became too strong  &  murdered the entire staff. this curse actually turned them into wendigo.   ❜

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single parent au, where muse a has a child out of wedlock, and muse b is really cute bookstore owner. muse b has story corner readings for kids. muse a’s little one insists on going every week, and mommy/daddy can’t really say they mind.

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             calloused fingers pinch               at the bridge of his nose. 

          ’ look ; the SOONER you talk, the sooner         this is over & the closer we are to finding him. ❜

          ❛       n o ,       what’s next you want   to braidmy hair & talk about boys ? ❜  & she’s not b u y i n g the bait. 

                   ❛ you know, i preferred dean.                                  he was rough.❜

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                     ’ ---------- nothing. ❜

          & lips press into a thin smile as if to mask         the JUDGEMENT written plain as day across             face. ( subtlety is NOT on his side today. )

「✿」sprinkle mini  m & m’s over leftover spaghetti                like it’s some sort of  s e a s o n i n g ?  yeah.                           that’d  be  a  strong  a f f i r m a t i v e. 

         ”               … w h a t ? “      

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              oh, this is d e f i n i t e l y              going to be a LONG night. 

          ’ ----- so what can you            tell me about KLAUS ? ❜

       ❛ someone sounds bossy,         don’t worry s a m      a deal’s        a D E A L . you don’t touch mine        & i won’t touch yours       m u c h. '          

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[text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

[ text ] ; Did you have coffee before you went to bed again?[ text ] ; You know it gives you weird dreams. 

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              ’ you know how to use a gun ? ❜

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         ’ raven --- if this is about LAST              NIGHT i can ( e x p l a i n ). ❜

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           ’ --- looks like you have A LOT                 of free time on your hands.  ❜

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          ’ please just --- DON'T touch anything. ❜

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                   ’ maybe he just doesn't                         want to be found, jo. ❜

                                                       of course it wasn’t h i m.                                                                 it NEVER was.

                                                               ’ so we k e e p looking.                                                                    we don’t give up.                                                                     we’ll find him, sam.                                                                             (we have to.) ‘