Jun 10, 2022
RESIDENCE: On 8153 Dale Ave, do the Landry Sisters live: Valerie and Katherine Landry.
EDIT ?? / ?? featuring: Valerie Landry @badcompanys
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RESIDENCE: On 8153 Dale Ave, do the Landry Sisters live: Valerie and Katherine Landry.
EDIT ?? / ?? featuring: Valerie Landry @badcompanys
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@badcompanys asked: treehouses / kori x morgan
liminal space meme: still accepting!
“come, my love, follow me,” kori’s voice was soft as she took morgan’s hands in her own and led her into the woods behind her house. “i found something the other day that i want to share with you.”
black, heeled books crunched over leaves and fallen twigs. everyday she explored a little bit more of the woods surrounding her home. a couple days day before, she had found an old hunters blind camouflaged among the trees. it had once been used to to ambush any animal that had come into view; shotgun shells had still littered the floor beneath the small window when she’d found it.
hunters didn’t come into her woods anymore. she made sure of it.
the blind had gone unused for some time before she’d found it. she had spent two days out here, cleaning it up and decorating it, making it presentable. though she didn’t dare touch the branches and veins that had begun reclaiming it for nature. for all the lives that savage hunters had taken in this spot, nature deserved this win.
two chairs and a small table. a couple lanterns hung from the ceiling. a cooler with some drinks and sandwiches. kori was ready for a date among the treetops.
@badcompanys sent “jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor” for wynn & rebekah.
it’s not something she hasn’t heard before, but something about the way it’s said makes her expression turn to something halfway resembling a smile (which is a rarity on these nights, especially when she’s working both jobs and the second one’s hanging over her like a storm cloud). she dries her hands on one of the nearby towels, eyeing the halfway-filled glass. “ready for more already?”
@badcompanys asked: firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass / gus x lulu
liminal space meme: still accepting!
with each colorful burst lighting up the night sky, a quick succession of shudders broke from gus’ camera. it had been junior’s idea from them to come to the city’s forth of july celebration - unsurprising since junior seemed to follow the trail of anything with the potential to be dangerous. and junior knew better than most: one mishap with a firework and disaster could strike.
on the opposite side of that coin, gus had come along for the beauty of it. the promise of good pictures and gus was there.
junior had run off the second they’d pulled up, leaving gus along with lulu. a couple more pictures and he took a seat next to her in the grass, clicking through his images and making mental notes of his favorites to print later.
finally his eyes moved to her. her own were locked on sky. each burst sent color cascading over her; blue, red and yellow illuminating her soft features. he held his camera up once more and with a quick shudder, he captured her portrait.
@badcompanys sent “why do women feel the need to apologize for men’s failings?” for annie & madelaine.
she presses her lips together, noticing for the first time a run in her panty hose. her fingertip edges along it as she thinks. “sometimes i wonder.” a humorless laugh huffs past her lips. “the patriarchy?” she feels stupid for even saying it. abstract concepts like that don’t seem to apply here. she shakes her head to clear it, switches course. “i see it all the time, though. a woman chasing after her husband while he’s fucking half the town. the housewife cleaning up after the man she fell in love with in high school, chained to a life she didn’t realize she didn’t want. and yet every single one of them apologizes to me. not to me, exactly, but they apologize all the same.” she pauses, searches for the word. “they act like it’s their fault that their husband’s making these mistakes.” it occurs to her, suddenly, that she’s rambling, which is something she never does, and she feels oddly laid bare because of it. she clears her throat. “i don’t think that was your question, though — sorry.”
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@badcompanys asked " cemeteries in the middle of fields // mira + madelaine" [ x ]
"what are we doin' out here?"
the energy was off - charged with something she couldn't quite put her finger on. her boots crunched over sticks and long forgotten corn husks from a harvest that had been sowed but never collected. she continued to follow madelaine deeper into the field. the hotel behind them was long gone from view, a thick line of trees blocking the view of the field where the hotel used to plant their own garden. hotel staff hadn't touched it in ages; nowadays only animals ventured onto this patch of land.
if she could have bumped into the form in front of her, she would have; instead an icy wave rushed through her as madelaine stopped moving but mira didn't. "oh, shit, sorry mad..."
the apology fell from her lips as she looked around. the middle of the field was bare save for a few rocks - each one laid out with letters scratched into the surface. her eyes landed on a neatly scrawled B. H. suddenly she knew why the air out here felt off to her.
this wasn't just a field - it was a graveyard.
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