#pinkogenius

“My head was once a filing cabinet. Now it’s a flurry of papers, floating on a draft.”    Her mind is a mess right now, one thought slipping into another, mixing things up. How she hates it, to be so disorganized; how can anyone work like this?    “Is this my mind telling me I need a break? Or even a vacation? Because what else could it be?”    Stress, a common disease in her family. Well, unless you are her brother who always seems to be relaxed and calm.

@pinkogenius​​ said:  ‘ trouble ’

          It wasn’t like Mandy was a complete stranger to nice neighborhoods or anything, but damn, this was a nice neighborhood. Sprawling houses, manicured lawns. Not a single payday loan or liquor store in sight. Good for Svetlana. Apparently, third husband was the charm.

          Kind of made her feel like her entire reason for tracking Svetlana down and driving all the way out here was for nothing, to be honest. If she was loaded now, had things under control, what could Mandy possibly have to offer her? What good would a few hundred dollars possibly be to someone who lived in a place like this?

          But, she argued with herself, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel of her car as she leaned forward to read the addresses on the sides of the houses she was passing, if this was Svetlana’s husband’s money, if this was Svetlana’s husband’s house, maybe she wasn’t all that squared away herself. Maybe she’d appreciate having a little something just for her, and her son.

          She found the right house easily enough, and pulled into their long, winding driveway to park her car. She hoped that her arrival in the middle of the afternoon would mean that Svetlana would be home, and that her husband wouldn’t be. She steeled her nerves and grabbed her bag, climbed out of her car and made her way up the porch. She knocked a couple of times on the door, and then spotted a doorbell, so she rang that as well.

          Either Svetlana or some grumpy old British butler would answer, she figured, and then she could hurry up and get this over with.

grave encounters

every step emily takes lands with precaution; she is carrying her father’s not-so-new, but all-the-same beloved camcorder. now, she’s not sure how he will feel about her capturing ghosts on top of precious family video, but peter’s first steps aren’t that memorable anyway. but! filming the first ghost ever caught on camera? not only is that memorable, but it will make their family rich. like, stupidly rich. even after she shares with svetlana ... which emily supposes she will, just to be a good person.

“isn’t it creepy to think how many people died here?”   that question is the cherry on top of this gloomy atmosphere; the dank smell and alarming graffiti on the old asylum walls are not enough for this explorer.   “oh man   —   y’know what’s really creepy? if somebody died in here, but they weren’t even crazy. that’s so sad, isn’t it? i just t—“   whatever emily thinks is cut off as a creak, too akin to a groan for her liking, pushes her right out of her skin. 

The   scent   of   CHEAP   perfume   accompanied   the   sound   of   CLICKING   heels   ,   both   filling   the   air   in   spades   .   SMALL   TOWN   GEORGIA   ,   MEET   MOSCOW   .   The   reason   for   their   detainment   was   still   a   mystery   to   Svetlana   ,   as   it   was   to   most   of   the   women  who   had   been   present   when   the   doors   were   pushed   open   ,   a   slew   of   men   in   uniform   gifting   CUFFS   &   READING   RIGHTS   .   Hands   now   free   ,   she   sat   with   back   pressed   to   the   cool   wood   of   her   chosen   seat   ,   words   SPAT   at   the   first   authoritative   figure   to   cross   her   path   .    “   Я   хочу   адвоката   ,   пижма  .  ” 

            his first cup of coffee  ,  but not necessarily the normal routine of a caffeine fix  .  the vivid  ,  sweet taste leaves an ironic sour aftermath on rick’s tongue  .  in truth  ,  he didn’t much care for the sugary energy staple  ,  nor did he see his younger colleague’s likeness in the drink  .   grimes can’t stomach cream and sugar in his coffee,  they joshed in the break room .  with revolting certainty  ,  the cup of saccharine death is tossed forth into a trashcan   .  crown lifts  &  a woman with captivating ruggedness breaks the lone atmosphere of empty seats  .  his patience already tested  ,  rick remains neutral  .  ‘  ain’t that a temperament  .  d’you speak any english?  cuz that will help us BOTH in the long run  .  ‘   

Fiona raised her eyebrows,  surprised to see Svetlana at the diner.  The two of them hadn’t had very many conversations,  despite the fact that Svetlana was somehow entangled within the lives of people that Fiona cared about.  That being said,  Fiona was always on the side of the people she cared about  --  particularly V.   And Fiona wasn’t a fan of people who betrayed her best friend.

Still,  she approached the table,  since she was the requested waitress.  Svetlana wasn’t someone that she wanted to cross,  especially seeing as she was a paying customer at the moment.  Hands fell on Fiona’s hips without thought.

                       accepting.    //    nonsexual acts of intimacy.

she doesn’t realize it     until a second look is given,    head  tilts  to  the  side ,     studying   the  well  known  body   -    they  probably  have  it  common,    the  habit  of  not  wearing  too  much  clothes  whenever  it   can  be  avoided    -     and  it’s  just  a  piece  of  old  worn  t-shirt   but  it  still  looks  cool  on  the  other  woman ,      though  she  might  not  admit  it  out  loud .      ❝               i think i liked it better when you wore nothing  at all.   ❞