Head. Bitch. In. Charge.

@auntpclly

“How ever do you put up with those boys? Surely you could do a much better job as the ‘head’. Just have them do your bidding rather than the other way ‘round. Less people get hurt that way, I think.”

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       The girl was exploring the city where she wasn’t meant to        which wasn’t uncommon for Ann. Ever since her        mother died, and since her father apparently didn’t        know how to care for them on his own, Ann and her        siblings were often sent to stay with aunts, uncles        cousins, and wherever they would go, Ann would        always explore.

      “Hi!” she introduced herself when she saw someone. “My        name’s Ann, what’s yours? You’re pretty, y’know that?”

            She looked down to the girl with a slightly raised              brow, before looking around in hopes her parents              were around. She already played baby sitter to her             nephews, she didn’t need some girl to watch over             as well.

                              STEADY hands helped polly off of the ground and his arm goes protectively around her waist , leading her from the wreckage of her office. ❛     i’m sure RUBEN is a good man. call ‘im when you get to ada’s. i’m sorry , pol. for blaming him. i had to be SAFE.     ❜ he knows that this apology is not much that he can offer , but he still does so to ease his own conscience.

“This isn’t really helping.” He paused. “Are you deliberately being difficult?”

ada looked across at her aunt a little smile on her features, “i wonder where i got that from?” she looked at the older woman eyebrows raised.

@auntpclly​ clicked the ❤

      “You can do your best, and I know you do, but         in the end it’s too complicated. And maybe even         too broken to just put back together. Your family         isn’t gonna ever be like it was. That’s why you just         gotta let it become what it will.”

          “....”

“TELL THAT TO THE FUCKIN’ HAT, POLLY.”

“The hat…came out’ve fuckin’ nowhere, Pol. Same with the cloak…why’s this shit happenin’ ta me? Why can’t they go for Tommy?”

“Not enough alcohol in the fuckin’ world to deal with this shit.”

“For once, nothin’, I’m sober, and there’s magic clothing after me and John.”

“I don’t know but John’s hat is fuckin’ possessed. Now there’s a fuckin’ cloak?? Help.”

polly save me from the magic clothing pls