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This scene is so beautiful like OMG!!!!!

GOD BLESS THE SOUTHERN MESS

it was only a matter of time before his dad's van gave up. of course it had to be in the middle of fucking nowhere in peak summer. the mixtape blaring through the speakers cut out first. the cassette player smacked with one hand, cigarette in the other. met with nothing but static && then worst of all, silence. then came the flicker of the lights. reds && yellows illuminating the dash with various warnings. he's seen them all before, but never at once. stubbornness would push him to keep driving, far past the speed limit as usual. but common sense kicks in this time, pulling the van aside on the road. only it doesn't restart. the keys do NOTHING. the engine splutters && it's like a game over screen. eddie hops out with the loudest sigh he could muster, cigarette flicked aside before popping the hood. " fuck. " that's when he hears it. a slow, agonising death rattle from the engine. THE END ... at least until he can get to a mechanic.

the only nearby sign of civilisation is a gas station he'd passed by just moments ago. a ten minute walk. he makes it in five with pure determination despite the heat. a rusted payphone box stands outside, && knowing his luck, he wonders if it even works. coins jingle out of his jeans pocket, dropped into the phone before fingers hover over the silver numbers. shit, his uncle's working. his mind wanders on who'd be reliable enough to pick up the phone. who can he trust to not only answer, but come to the rescue??

kumari's number is pushed into the buttons && it rings. once: maybe she won't answer. twice: god, it's hot out. three: okay this was perhaps a mistake. four: where the fuck even is this place?? five: bingo.

eddie's explanation is rambled down the phone, little chance for the other to interject at all. random adjectives to describe the area thrown out in hopes she'll have some kind of an idea where he's been, quote, " desperately stranded in the unforgiving heat. " she AGREES to find him. earning a screeched yes!! once the phones hung up, one or two strangers from the station glancing by.

the wait feels like an eternity. the summer heat blistering down from the sky, no cloud in sight. eddie found enough cash in his pocket for a bottle of water in the station, which was practically drank within seconds && tossed aside. he even counted all the rocks visible on the roadside by him. memorised the car plates of all those who stopped by.

Books surrounded Sarah, whom had began to pick them up and put them back on the shelves - trying to remember how they were displayed. Light freckled cheeks were flaming hot and a dark red shade was visible. She felt terrible. She had not planned on visiting an antique shop, but she decided it would not hurt. Upon her arrival, her eyes would land on a book shelf that had displayed a doll. A toy that would not be considered quite old, but it was one she remembered owning when she was a little girl. And Sarah practically dashed over to it - grabbing the doll, and would accidentally bang against the shelf - causing the books to fall.

Now, Sarah was trying her best to clean up the mess she had made, until a Kumari came by - shooing her away. Sarah could only whimper softly, placing one book back on to the shelf before shyly stepping away. Her arms warped around the doll, holding it close to her chest. It was an immature act, but it was the only thing that made Sarah feel like she was home.

Sarah's attention would flicker on to the ground where she spotted one book laying beside her feet. A Nancy Drew book. Her eyes immediately became wide, snatching it with a squeal of delight. Oh, this must be a new release. No, Sarah, that book came out years ago...

send a 🔥 i'm too lazy to link the meme! going scorched earth before i move blogs, come one and all!

once upon a time, i logged on to my dash years ago, and saw someone say ' good morning to everyone except amber heard ' and then took up for johnny depp... by someone that kept crying that no one likes female muses. reblog this is u support female muses, if u dont write with female muses ur an asshole. and their other mediocre female muse writing friends liked the post. like 20 of them. that were prominent in the rpc. that reblogged the same lame ass psas.

that's when i knew this places ' love women ' thang was a farce.

be fucking forreal.

this place doesn't give a shit about women. esp women of color or trans women. but ull see ppl that write the blandest cis white women on planet earth shit themselves over ppl not having fainting spells over their muse.

and i dont wanna hear shit about this being a misogynistic take. i was raised in a household by a black-indigenous woman who didn't allow men in her home, unless they were her sons. period. and i mean period—she practiced separatism. and i honor my upbringing. because im not the one that was kissing johnnys depps ass.

HE HAD NEVER QUITE UNDERSTOOD THE APPEAL OF DESTROYING A PLANET. It seemed to be counterproductive - if the purpose was to demonstrate control, what would there be left to control at the end? If the purpose was to illustrate a lesson, those who would end up being the wiser would also be dead - so, what was the point?

FOR THIS PARTICULAR VERSION OF EARTH, THE CULPRIT WAS SOME SORT OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. The notion had reminded him of a small number of film franchises back home - a real occurrence, he supposed, was not out of the realm of possibility. Still, as he stared the culprit in the eye, that one question lingered in his psyche:

❝ Why? ❞

He sighs, scribbling a few notes on his pad. She sits across from him, red haired and pretty and broken. “Can you tell me in detail how you function during your day after a nightmare like this?” 

[ for Rome! Hope this is okay! If you’d rather something else or for someone else, lemme know! <333 ]

“ A dream, you say…? „ Can a dream torment one in their wake? Follow steps as a shadow, cling to their skin with the sharpest claws? Rome nodded, fidgeting with her own fingers, fragile hopes shattered as glass. Perhaps, she was losing her mind. But what if she wasn’t? Nonetheless, the place was fitting. “ Curious. „

And curious she is, eyes following the motion of the pen as words about herself are written down. A diagnosis? The cause of her illness? Rome, in vain, tried to ignore this crescent anxiety, deep breathes measuring the pace of her heart as she collected herself to answer.

“ As normally as I can, „ ignoring, always ignoring. Pretending that everytime she would look above her shoulder, someone… something wouldn’t be there, waiting. But for what? A little lamb is the easiest and softest of preys… but fear hardens the flesh, or so she was told. “ Doesn’t affect me much under sunlight. It’s… weaker, but present. Gets worse during the night, when there’s more shadows to hide under. „

Hearing those words leave her own lips felt like the trap of a fever-dream. It was reasonable her father had sent her here of all places… this must be a madness. Had to. 

this must be the last place a man like kaz brekker would want to be , and judging by the way his hardened gaze travels around his surroundings , akina can tell he's not fond of being here ─ at all . the girls are quite interested in him actually , and jealous that akina is summoned to sit on his table . ‘ kaz . ‘ she says cheerfully , donned in red silk with a strap rolled off one shoulder . she looks positively happy to see him , a rare occurrence after all . eventually akina sits across from him , the table between them is small so there isn't that big of a distance between them . a hand rests under her jaw , candlelight flicking delicately over her features as she stares at him . ‘ it must be urgent for you to set a foot in here . ‘ because he doesn't come for pleasure , doesn't do many things for pleasure . he's not here for the same reason the other men are . she can't help her quiet giggle . ‘ so shoot . you look like you are being suffocated . ‘ and kinda cute , not many people know that kaz brekker has a softer side deep down ─ very very deep down . / @channel3