“god  i  hope  so.”     eyes  roll,  dramatized  by  black liner  and  an  elongated  sigh.    head  rolled  on  shoulders  and  gaze  narrowed  before  tongue  clicked  against  the  roof  of  her  mouth.     “besides,  i’m  sure  you  have  some  small  children  to  go  ahead  and  drain  of  blood  as  a  sacrifice  for  your  father…satan,  just  in  case  you  were  too  slow  to  get  that  reference.”

( 💎 : nina @bifuried )

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                                        “you’re  NOT?”     a  scoff  now  as  head  shakes,  ebony  strands  FALLING,  obscuring  vision.    sturdy  jaw  swept  into  a  tense  as  fingers  slip  now  to  the  pocket  of  distressed  skinnies  as  there’s  a  blink  of  realization.     a  delicate  concern  swathed  in  the  tone  of  brooke’s  voice.     was  it  uncertainty?     defiance?     you  could  never  tell  with  brooke.     “wait  —  you’re  seriously  not  right?     if  this  is  all  really  happening  again  we  NEED  to  tell  the  others.”

( 💋 : brooke @bifuried )

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“FUCK” SENTENCE STARTERS ✘ ACCEPTING ✘ @bifuried

                        ❝  yeah, I got no fuckin’ clue.  ❞

sweets threw a grimace audrey’s way as the car’s engine gave another angry hiss, loud enough to have him drawing his head back damn quick this time. he wiped greasy hands on the rag he kept tucked into the pocket of his coveralls, shaking his head slowly. this fucking CAR was going to put him in an early grave, one way or another. whether it was stress about this thing ever running for more than a week or two without a problem, or whether it was gonna slip off the jack and crush him, it didn’t matter. he needed this cursed thing out of the shop. 

“are you appealing to my humanity right now?” short, almost delighted laugh. “that’s not gonna work, you know.”

Laurie winces when she thinks about it, fingers holding the broken shovel handle a bit more slack – She  eyes the other and nods.

Myers. Michael. 

Her mouth suddenly feels dry and throat hot, like fire has been swallowed, and she clasps the makeshift weapon closer to herself. 

“Curses aren’t real. Just people, and Evil.” She’s telling herself as much as the other. She’s promising herself that this won’t last forever.

This won’t. This can’t be forever.

         ‘   you’re treading on a thin ice , ms . jensen . . .   ’         fingers twitched , leather squeaking as it fluttered against the table . he took a step back . bad cop wasn’t a good look for dammers         ‘   start from the beginning . TELL ME EVERYTHING   ’

Of all the people from Lakewood that Kieran could have possibly ran into while in hiding (seriously, someone should look at creating a better security system because escaping as way too easy), it had to be Audrey Jensen. She was older; no longer a teen. Still easily recognizable as Audrey, though; the short cropped black hair and clothes were still relatively the same.

Rage boiled under his skin as he looked at her. She was the reason his Piper was dead, the reason he had technically been on the run the last few years; her and Emma. In order to remain as inauspicious as possible, Kieran had practically changed his entire look - his hair was longer, reaching his shoulders, and dyed a deep black. He had allowed a five o’clock to grow, and always wore color changing contacts. His style, too, was different - the jeans were ripped to hell and back, the leather jacket was well worn, and the boots a clearly worn down black. In short, nothing like what Kieran Wilcox would usually wear. He looked more like some weird member of a biker gang than a serial killer.