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“Whoa whoa whoa! Hey wait a minute! My dude slow down!” She holds up both hands in mock surrender. Bobby’s reaction to her emerging from a shadow across the booth from him: TOTALLy justified. She had definitely overshot her destination and that had to be really off putting, feeling a bit guilty she clarifies what just happened. “ Listen I just heard you guys talkin’ about goin’ to Xavier’s school for mutants and wanted to know if i could join y’all going there?? I have a car so we wouldn’t have to hitchhike.”

“Woooow! I don’t think I’ve ever had a cute twink hit on me before! But please...” chin hands.

“Do go on. Unless you want me to answer your question..”

@sunspctts​​ gv. starter 

      The fair decorations extended into the town. The faux cheerfulness almost made Madison want to gag. She couldn’t get rid of the pit in her stomach. Now she wished she was better at divination. Stupid fucking magic. All she could do was read fucking aura and vibrations, not see into the future or past. How fucking useless. Knowing something was terrible, but not knowing what. It’s why she decided to go out with Bobby, get her mind off it. Finally, she managed to break the silence. “So, feel like making the townspeople hate us…Even more?”

@sunspctts​ : 🙀 halloween symbol prompts - to tell spooky stories with my muse

" this actually happened. " she begins, though she knows there's a real possibility she won't be believed- that’s not the important part. " my dad drove a bus, like, for work and he'd always try to not have the graveyard shift so he could tuck me in n' everything, but sometimes he had to take them. and one night, he's driving his route and it's about two in the morning and obviously there's almost no one on the bus, but he see's someone at one of the stops,

"dad opens the door, and they walk onto the front by the ticket machine but they don't move after that and dad can't close the door. so he goes, 'in or out?' and they don't answer. he's about to ask again or ask them to leave or... something, but before he can, they're right in front of him."

pause, for dramatic effect.

" they grab my dad's face, lean in really close, and what comes out of their mouth is a sound that human beings just can't make. it sounds like a knife against stone and so loud it makes him dizzy and all dad can see are teeth that look like sewing needles. he figures he blacked out, 'cause the next thing he remembers is the dispatcher asking where he is. he'd been sitting there for like, ten minutes with the door still open. " 

    “ARE any of us?

           The whole world changes in a matter of seconds. Some say its for good. Me? Merda de vaca. It’s all bullshit to make you feel better about yourself.”

“Some of us are better off, I’m sure,” Warren said, although he wasn’t sure that he could say it about himself. It would have made his life so much easier if he could have just continued his life as a vapid rich boy instead of having to learn something.