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Send “Halloween Wonderland” to enjoy a day at a huge Halloween-themed store | accepting

@agentvharrison​ “Halloween Wonderland” 

Idaeel, not normally one to fret so much about appearances, had slowly come to terms that there were others around her who had some semblance of a conception about the strange woman that had moved in the summer before without speaking to a soul, and sometimes had intense yelling matches with her young-adult daughter, which would end in the slamming of doors and long bouts of silence. It wasn't until one such argument, where her daughter had thrown out that the neighbors must think so highly of her mother's parenting and personality, what with all the yelling, that she finally concluded that she could not remain the shadowy neighbor any longer, unless she wanted one of these fights to be broken up by the police. The building was nice enough, after all--she was surprised her domestic disturbances hadn't drawn more ire.

@agentharrisonofshield​ :  “My best efforts at attractiveness only succeeded at making me look vaguely like something you’d see in Cirque de Soleil.” 

hyperbole and a half

The acrobatic display of his face journey -- and his attempts to quell it -- might also make him a candidate for the Cirque de Soleil. He is trying desperately not to laugh, and mostly succeeds in looking like he’d just put a whole lemon wedge in his mouth.

[Munday Meme from @agentharrisonofshield​.]

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@agentharrisonofshield​ asked:

❛ it was your fault ❜ (for Loki)

“But this time it actually was NOT my fault!” Loki shouted back at Vivian, his fingers curled into a fist out of frustration. “I can see why you think that I was the one who caused this but for fucks sake, it was not me this time! Someone else is trying to make it seem like I am the one hurting people.”

@agentharrisonofshield​ | verse; untitled | title; nothing good here (Sylvie & Vivian)

     There was no such thing as downtime for Sylvie. As the right hand of the vampire queen, she was always supposed to be alert, ready for anything Nancy could call for—and Nancy would call. Unless absolutely dire or important, by her standards, she wouldn’t do a damn thing for the first hour or two after sunrise. Those were Nancy’s quiet hours, where she awoke to the night, grabbed herself her first drink of blood for the night, and got started. In those few hours, Sylvie had a bit of time to herself.

     So immediately after sundown, she went to the bookstore. Certainly not a hotspot typical vampires would flock to, but like Nancy’s evening routine, it prepped her the night to come. She found it best to ground and calm herself before facing whatever may come. Books always gave her that. 

     Like always, she went to the discount book bin at the front of the shop. The owner claimed to restock them daily, and sometimes he did, but she found herself checking regardless. A bargain was a bargain, after all, but there was rarely anything that caught her attention and held it for long.

     Perusing the titles, she was aware of another woman in the shop also searching the bin. Sylvie said nothing to the seemingly preoccupied woman until she was very nearly shoulder to shoulder with her.