blame it on the stardust !

“I … “ he glances around frantically, terror threatening to choke the air out of him. “I don’t know what happened …” The last three hours are a complete BLANK in Norman’s mind– a blackout, again. Eyes shut tightly as he tries his absolute best to remember, his breath hitching nervously.

“Whoa, Norman, slow down...” If it was any other friend of Lydia, she would’ve quickly assumed they partied too hard. But this was Norman, much more straight-edge than her usual crowd, and he’s so panicked that it’s worrying her, a lot. The concern is etched all over her features.

               The girl in my mirror is CRYING tonight … !

Ind. sel. blog for Supernatural’s BLOODY MARY.

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“I … “ he glances around frantically, terror threatening to choke the air out of him. “I don’t know what happened …” The last three hours are a complete BLANK in Norman’s mind– a blackout, again. Eyes shut tightly as he tries his absolute best to remember, his breath hitching nervously.

“I’m okay, really. I … I’d rather not talk about it.”

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~ so this blog is 500 years old and my last blog (that tumblr deleted) was even older. wow @ me. I’m O L D af and I’m not sorry about it. I have too many followers which legit makes me feel like maybe my followers are being disillusioned into thinking that I have some quality? I appreciate all the love and following and interactions and the like. I promise that I have some quality rping somewhere inside of me and on this blog. below the cut are shout outs and also mentions for people that have ALWAYS written with me and those that just stick around. as always if i forget anyone gnaw on my arm and remind me. thx ilu bye.

   episode 4 - 6

they never believe me.

you believe me, don’t you?

when i was a kid, my brother taught me how to spot faces in clouds.

and i mean… that fucked me up pretty bad.

it’s normal for kids to have imaginary friends and nightmares.

we could have a heck of a yard sale.

big boys know the difference between what’s real and what’s imaginary.

that one doesn’t exactly keep me up at night.

i know we’re all going to have a lot of feelings about that.

we’re not in a relationship.

how the fuck do you expect people to get through this without friends?

i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

i’m gonna fix this.there are moments you kind of remind me of her.

the only other person that believed in me like that was you.

nothing left to do except maybe fill this place up with kids.

i mean, you know the definition of insanity. doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

when we decide to get clean, it’s not because we expect it to be fucking exciting, you know?

you ever seen someone in withdrawal?

just because you care about someone, it doesn’t mean they won’t burn you.

thirty days clean so you can make me feel like shit again.

it’s taken me ten years to get ninety days clean.

i’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but “fearless” is not one of them.

i was always a scared little kid, and i thought i’d get braver as i got older, but i didn’t.

any addict alone is in bad company.

listen, i know i fucked up.

please, please let me come back.

they say she’s a nightmare, but she’s real.

if she comes back, you come find us, okay?

i was planning on waiting until the end of your visit to ask you out for coffee.

i’m gonna have to get used to that, but i like it.

it’s perfectly normal to want to find something to blame.

don’t worry. i don’t expect you to believe me.

i’m not supposed to have things that are fragile.

use your cup of stars. insist on your cup of stars.

can we have a tea party?

i’ve been having a hard time sleeping in that house without him.

i need to get well before i go in.

it’s just you and me. that’s it.

i always believed in you, you know that?

we all just need a little help sometimes, right?

that is not the way you help an addict.

i am feeling serious fucking concern.

i thought we might get drunk and fucking cry.

you look worse than you did four months ago.

he’s not exactly impressing me and i know what the fuck i’m talking about.

i’ve got your back, but i also have my limits.

you never cared about anyone more than yourself, and that’s sad.

my family is just like any other family; we don’t always agree on everything.

you’re supposed to protect me, but you say the meanest things to me when i try to tell you.

you don’t come in here and embarrass me like that.

are you off your meds?

you don’t get to just start smashing up our lives because you’re transitioning into a new treatment.

this was not the time or place.

the problem is that you haven’t confronted your past.

how can a house, just a collection of bricks, wood, and glass, have that much power over people?

i don’t know what i saw.

you should get some sleep. you’ve had a rough night.

it’s just a carcass in the woods.

we were going to have a tea party.

we always knew. we always believed you.

i’m so sorry that we fought.

it’s time to wake up, sweetheart.

in movies, they always say that they look like they’re sleeping. she doesn’t look like she’s sleeping. she looks dead.

you did a really good job as usual.

you might want to slow down. it’s going to be a long night.

please. don’t fuck this up.

she was always trying to get all of us together in one place. someone should’ve told her she didn’t have to try this hard.

still not a hugger?

if it’s all the same to you, maybe we can save this conversation for a little later.

if you were married, you’d know that sometimes people need a little room.

i’m drinking every time i feel like punching something.

it’s not like we were really talking each other’s ears off before that.

this is his coping mechanism. he turns into a waiter.

you weren’t in bed. where’d you go?

i had the strangest dream.

you guys hear a scary noise?

but you know what storms do? they pass.

stay down here and stay away from the windows.

you wearing those gloves to bed now?

they’re not here to hurt us.

it’s okay, we’re totally safe.

this house has been here for a long, long time. it’s seen plenty of storms and worse than this.

i was holding her hand the entire time.

i know you’re scared.

i won’t let anything happen to her. to any of you guys.

all words are made up at first.

i know those stories ‘cause i was there for those stories.

i’m trying to drink her back to life. would you like me to stop?

you know some religions won’t let you be buried in their cemeteries if you kill yourself?

she knew the price the rest of us pay when someone does that, and she did it anyway.

i don’t know why she didn’t feel like she could talk to me.

there’s nothing she was going through that wouldn’t have been okay.

we’re all aware of how you like to hold back information.

we’ve all got questions and i think it’d be swell if you gave us a few answers for a change.

any psychiatrist worth their shit would’ve kept her on a much shorter leash.

she wasn’t worried about herself, she was apparently worried about you.

why do i need protection from the truth?

you’re entitled to your anger.

it’s very generous of you to allow me to feel my anger.

what else am i entitled to while you’re being so fucking generous?

you might want to check yourself before you start talking about the truth.

she’s drunk. i’m just pissed.

you took all that paranoia and craziness and you mass-marketed it.

you were happy enough to exploit all of us for some blood money.

you don’t know what i felt. and you don’t know what i feel. and i am allowed to process that any way i want to.

don’t touch me!

i have enough of my own grief. i don’t need yours too.

you’d have to be a real stubborn bitch not to, so.

you don’t get to lie to me, and live off me at the same time.

if i were you, i’d get off that high horse before i fall off.

if you were me, you wouldn’t be such a fucking asshole.

do you have any idea how much you’ve humiliated me?

i can’t look at either one of you right now.

i need some more vodka.

you think this is cute?

i don’t know why she’d go anywhere else by herself.

i don’t want to upset anyone any more than we’re already upset.

anything i did, i did it for a very good reason.

i was screaming and shouting and none of you could see me!

don’t do that ever again.

The huntress was outside of the club looking at it, out of all the places that the Devil could be it had to be here, she thought before walking up to security and showing her ID. Easily going through, in dark jeans, a black top, black ankle boots and a black leather jacket, she had to see if the Devil was up to no good. 

Reconnaissance, and that was all, which was the job. Then she would be on her way. But, if she got any inkling that he was doing anything illegal, then she would have to arrest him. With booming music, she looked around the place, since the place seemed to be filled with people. She wondered if any of them knew who Lucifer really was. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, drinking, dancing to their hearts content with anyone that was nearby. 

He was used to the type of patrons that frequented the club, so much so that spotting outliers was easy. And her? She was an outlier, from her clothes to her demeanor. Probably not law enforcement...but something similar, perhaps? He had to figure it out.

Lucifer sighed with slight impatience and excused himself from the group, making his way toward the woman. “Excuse me,” he called out as he approached, offering a friendly smile but a questioning glance. “You don’t seem to be having the best of times tonight. As the owner, I think the situation needs to be rectified, don’t you? Lucifer Morningstar, the pleasure is all yours.”