𝐨𝐡 , 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 !

♡ RACHEL SENNOTT the tonight show starring jimmy fallon

“What dirty BLANKET holds its shape like that?” Julie got it, this situation wasn’t ideal in the slightest. She didn’t really want to go either but no one else was taking them seriously. “Okay, who are we going to call?? The Ghostbusters?”

sense     of     dread     twists     the    ball     in     pit     of     her     stomach     ,     “     i     don’t     know     !     maybe     it’s     a     really     good     blanket     .     .     .     or     maybe     there’s     another     blanket inside.     ”     a     shrug     ,     “     yeah     ,     maybe     !     the     ghostbusters     ,     the     cops     ,     charlie’s     fuckin’     angels.     anyone     but     us     ,     honestly.     ”

" yes , you goof . they made movies in the thirties ! s'alright , i still like you all the same , sweetheart . of course i like your costume , it fits you quite well . " musing , smile forming along - watching the other do a twirl . " could've , however . i do think that red looks even more spectacular on you . "

“     that’s     WILD     .     .     .     like     ,     what     did     they     even     film     them     on     ?     phew     ,     thank     goodness     for     that.     ”     a     flush     of     cheeks     ,          smile     showcasing     wide     upon     features.     “     am     i     the     sexist     strawberry     you’ve     ever     seen     ?     please     ,     many     people     HAVE     told     me     red     is     my     color.     however     ,     it     means     a     lot     coming     from     you.     ”    

CAMILA MORRONE in DAISY JONES & THE SIX 1.01 | “Come and Get It”

"please, i always feel like i look like a total dofus, i get way too into pumpkin carving." teasing smile grows with slight lift of her brows, picking up a small bit of the guts in her hands. "or what? . . . what exactly do you think you're gonna do?"

“     you     ?     a     dofus     ?     sounds     impossible     .     .     .          you’re     actually     super     adorable.     ”     burst     of     laughter     ,     turns     into     small     squeal.     “     put     the     guts     down     ,     you     freak.     ”     another     gasp     of     laughter     ,     holding     up     hands     in     surrender.     “     i     will     .     .     .     throw     you     in     an     ice     cold     shower     and     then     steal     all     the     towels.          let’s     just     talk     about     this.     ”     holding     back     a     teasing     smile     of     her     own.

" okay -- okay I hear you but don't worry. " the brunette could hear the fear in the other's voice but refused to believe anything actually horrific without explanation was going on here. " jackson said he was decorating for the party, he probably just went all out and is trying to mess with us. plus, I swear my missing phone was there and I don't want to lose all those photos okay. "

“     jackson     ?     are you SERIOUS ? god     ,     i     hate     him.     ”     a     slight     calmness     in     tone.     adrenaline     still     prominent     yet     ,     tries     to     comprehend     that     as     the     truth.     maybe     it’s     hopeful     thinking     actually     ,     a     nod     follows.     “     fine     but     .     .     .     we     need     a     PLAN.     if     it’s     jackson     ,     i’ll     kick     him     in     the     nuts     for     freaking     me     the     fuck     out.     but     ,     what     if     it’s     not     him     ?     what     do     we     do     then     ?     ”

"sorry, sorry. . . i had to make sure, alright? that's great to hear because there's no way i'd stay on the couch anyways. . . because i would miss you too."

“     have     i     ever     told     you     how     ANNOYING     you     really     are     ?     .     .     .     you’d     miss     me     ,     huh     ?     say     it     again , and with     more     conviction     and     maybe     i’ll     believe     you.     ”

“I am listening but honestly, you trying to scare me isn’t going to work this time. Why would someone make them into wax figures? You’re getting better, you almost look like you believe in yourself.”

“     i     WISH     i     was     trying     to     scare     you     .     .     .     and     i     don’t     think     we     want     the     answer     to     that.     we’re     in     someone’s     sick     fantasy     ,     and     you     can     STAY     if     you     want     but     i     am     leaving.     i’ve     seen     too     much     already.     ”

" yeah summer -- halloween is next week there's creepy clowns everywhere and jokers and sexy nurses. " as much as he hated dressing up himself, there was something enduring about being able to hide among the crowd for once. " if you see him again just let me know okay ? "

“     can     you     stop     drooling     over     sexy     nurses     for     two     seconds     ?     this     was     more     than     a     costume     .     .     .     it’s     seemed     bloody     real     to     me.     ”     a     sigh     of     frustration.     perhaps     halloween     was     actually     overrated.     “     you’re     not     going     to     believe     me     but     i     think     he’s     following     me.     but     fine , maybe     you’re     right.     ”     runs     hands     through     locks     ,          “     if     this     is     somehow     you     PRANKING     me     ,     it’s     not     funny.     ”

" awe but you'd look so pretty made of wax. " a soft laugh escaped her lips. the place was creepy, straight out of a movie if you asked her -- but if someone was seriously turning people into wax, wouldn't they be caught by now? a little too farfetched for her to fall for. " come on curtis -- they're replicas I'm sure. I commend everyone for really committing to the bit. are you in on it too ? "

compliment     isn’t     LOST     on     him     yet     ,     too     far     gone     with     anguish     to     fully     comprehend.     “     you     don’t     understand     ,     tins.     look     around     !     ”     extends     arms     ,     circling     around.     frustration     bubbling     up     ,     “     none     of     these     people     are     celebrities.     also     ,     we’ve     never     been     here     before     .     .     .     HOW     are     they     going     to     make     replicas     of     our     friends     ?     and     why     aren’t     our     friends     here     to     see     it     ?     because     it’s     them     !     c’mon     ,     trust     me.     i     wouldn’t     lie     to     you.     ”

"i'm sure he was right there, but he's not now, so can you just chill for a second?" it wasn't that she didn't believe summer, but they didn't need to cause a scene of something that could've been a trick of the eye. "let's wait for the server to come with our bill, then we can be on our merry way."

“     he’s     trying     to     make     me     look     crazy.     ”     flustered     ,     yet     nods     .     .     .     trying     to     even     out     shaky     breath.     “     he     was     staring     at     us     ,     making     funny     faces     .     .     .     and     holding     a     huge     garbage     bag.     like     who     does     that     this     late     at     night     ?     ”     hues     filter     around     ,     practically     on     edge     of     her     seat.     “     fine     ,     let’s     just     get     the     bill     and     get     the     hell     out     of     here.     if     i     see     him     again     though     ,     i’m     gonna     .     .     .     i     don’t     know     !     call     the     cops     ,     or     something.     ”

" because ... it was never my place to say anything but i didn't think you'd ever get this far ! i thought you'd change your mind . "

“     well     .     .     .      it’s     practically     too     late     !     you     had     so     many     chances     to     say     something     earlier.     i     can’t     .     .     .          just     be     that     runaway     bride     !     everyone     will     hate     me.     ”