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[berylcluster]

PROMPTS FROM BEYONCÉ'S COWBOY CARTER *  assorted lines from the album, some slightly adapted, adjust as necessary

nothing really ends.

for things to stay the same, they have to change again.

hello, my old friend.

you changed your name, but not the ways you play pretend.

do you hear me?

let me make myself clear.

can you hear me, or do you fear me?

can we stand for something?

now is the time to face the wind.

can you stand me?

this isn't the time to pretend.

they used to say i spoke "too country."

they don't know how hard i had to fight for this.

goodbye to what has been.

you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

i had to leave my home at an early age.

i'm not in my bed.

i gotta choose myself.

i might cook, clean, but still won't fold.

i'm still working on my life, you know.

only god knows.

i got art to make.

i got love to create.

they won't dim my light.

i had to sacrifice and leave my fears behind.

you'll remember me, 'cause we got something to prove.

i will lead you down that road if you lose your way.

i'm born to be a protector.

even though i know someday, you're gonna shine on your own.

i gave water to the soil, and now it feeds me.

there you are, shaded underneath it all.

i feel proud of who i am.

i first saw your face in your father's gaze.

how many times have you let yourself get down?

be fond of your flaws.

i just hope you love yourself like that.

i really hope the best for you.

you're my love, my sweetie pie.

don't let go.

lay your cards down.

i'll be damned if i can't slow dance with you.

don't be a bitch.

there's a heatwave coming at us.

i give you kisses in the backseat.

you make me cry, you make me happy.

just toss it.

they couldn't have me and they never will.

sometimes i hold you closer just to know you're real.

sometimes i take a day off just to turn you on.

i could be your bodyguard.

you should let me ride shotgun.

you know how people like to start shit.

someone better hold me back.

i'm warning you, don't come for my man.

don't take the chance just because you think you can.

the games you play are nothing new.

you don't want no heat with me.

i know my man better than he knows himself.

shoot your shot with someone else.

i'm warning you, woman, find your own man.

i have to have this talk with you.

i really tried to stay cool, but your arrogance disturbed my solitude.

look what you made me do.

if you cross me, i'm just like my father.

you say move a mountain and i'll throw on my boots.

how does it feel to be adored?

think about leaving? hell no.

time moves quickly, and so do i.

i don't need anything.

here's to hoping i'll fall fast asleep tonight.

i need to get through this.

i came here for a reason, but i don't know the purpose.

time heals everything.

i'll be your backseat baby.

been a while since i haven't tried to pull away.

come here, you sexy little thing.

baby, you play too much.

i'm looking super hot.

i'm a fucking animal.

every time you know just what to do.

no one ever got me going quite like you.

girl, i wanna take you home.

they won't be around.

i hope that you know that once i loved you.

history can't be erased.

got you up all night and now you don't wanna leave.

how can a true love go so wrong?

put on a show and make it nasty.

let me sink into your arms.

i died and someone brought me back to life.

i plan to steal your heart again.

who am i to judge?

i will carry on.

baby, i've been waiting my whole life for you.

wherever you wanna go, that's fine with me.

all i see is the best of you.

i'm gonna give you the best years of your life.

you owe me a debt.

i hated you once.

tap me on the shoulder when you reload the gun.

i know they're looking for me.

i fall to pieces each time i see you there.

it don't matter what nobody says.

we can take back roads.

just say what you need from the store.

i'm coming home.

take that shit on the chin.

have mercy on me.

this house was built with blood and bones.

i need to make you proud.

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** abba lyrical starters.

“  I don’t wanna talk about things we’ve gone through.  ”

“  Though it’s hurting me, now it’s history.  ”

“  I was in your arms thinking I belonged there.  ”

“  I was a fool playing by the rules.  ”

“  But tell me does she kiss like I used to kiss you?  ”

“  I apologize if it makes you feel bad seeing me so tense.  ”

“  Now is all we get nothing promised, no regrets.  ”

“  I’m really glad you came.  ”

“  You know the rules, you know the game.  ”

“  I remember long ago another starry night like this in the firelight.  ”

“  We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die.  ”

“  There was something in the air that night.  ”

“  The stars were bright, they were shining there for you and me.  ”

“  If I had to do the same again I would.  ”

“  I wasn’t jealous before we met.  ”

“  I’m possessive, it isn’t nice.  ”

“  All I’ve learned has overturned.  ”

“  I beg of you don’t go wasting your emotion.  ”

“  I still don’t know what you’ve done with me.  ”

“  I feel a kind of fear when I don’t have you near.  ”

“  Don’t go sharing your devotion.  ”

“  The night is young and the music’s high.  ”

“  Here is where the story ends this is goodbye.  ”

“  There is nothing we can do.  ”

“  We just have to face it this time we’re through.  ”

“  Memories, good days, bad days they’ll be with me always.  ”

“  What happened to those wonderful adventures?  ”

“  It hurts to remember all the good times.  ”

“  All I do is eat and sleep and sing.  ”

“  Still I’m thinking about you only.  ”

“  There are moments when I think I’m going crazy.  ”

“  The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive.  ”

“  I was defeated, you won the war.  ”

“  Promised to love you for ever more.  ”

“  I made up my mind, it must come to an end.  ”

“  How can I resist you.  ”

“  I’ve been broken-hearted, blue since the day we parted.  ”

“  Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find.  ”

“  I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind.  ”

“  Whatever happened to our love?  ”

“  The love you gave me, nothing else can save me.  ”

“  You made me feel alive but something died, I fear.  ” 

“  I’ve heard about him before.  ”

“  I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all.  ”

“  I was so happy we had met.  ”

“  We took a chance like we were dancing our last dance.  ”

“  There’s a lot you can teach me.  ”

“  Does it mean anything to you?  ” 

“  Can you feel it the way I do?  ”

“  You make me talk and you make me feel.  ”

“  If I trust in you, would you let me down?  ”

“  Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you?  ”

“  Could you feel the same way too?  ”

“  I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild.  ”

“  Better slow down, that’s no way to go.  ”

“  I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile.  ”

“  I’ve never felt this strong.  ”

“  I am invincible, how could this go wrong?  ”

“  I see a road ahead I never thought I would dare to tread.  ”

“  You will be my love and my life.  ”

“  Now there’s nothing at all that can keep us apart.  ”

“  When you sleep by my side I feel safe and I know I belong.  ”

“  Losing you is a nightmare fate and to me.  ”

“  You make me think that you will change my life forever.  ”

“  I lay my life before you.  ”

“  I only want you more and more

“  You’ll see how much I care when you meet me.  ”

“  I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore.  ”

“  Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk.  ”

“  If you change your mind I’m the first in line.  ”

“  If you need me, let me know.  ”

“  If you’ve got no place to go when you’re feeling down.  ”

“  Come on, give me a break, will you?  ”

“  My love is strong enough to last when things are rough.  ” 

“  I can’t get you off my mind.  ”

“  Take it easy with me please.  ”

“  Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze.  ”

“  Oh please don’t let me down.  ”

“  There’s a shimmer in your eyes like the feeling of a thousand butterflies.  ”

“  One of us is lying.  ”

“  Now I’m changed and I want you to know.  ”

“  I should not have let you go.  ”

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➫ HE can roll his eyes all he wants, Eddie knows he’s right, even if he’s dramatic about it. A hand gets dipped into darker red paint and he slaps a “bloody” handprint on the side of the trailer. The sting is nice and he looks back at the blonde, wiggling his red paint colored fingers at him. “Good. If they’re really pansies about it, I haven’t raised them right. Scarier shit might come for them, they should be prepared.” He doesn't mention the scary shit might be one of them, not that he would ever hurt his sheep, but the world is ripe with opportunities for chaos and there's no controlling it. Not that he’s noticed anyway, or cared. The world would continue to revolve around the sun even if he decided to embrace the anger and run wild with chaos. He splatters more red and huffs, “Besides, Halloween is about being scary!” A gasp as he turns towards the blonde with a wicked look in his eyes, his earlier expression turns into a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat. “We should totally meet the night of. Dress up and no one will know. Right? Right?”

　There is a roll of ocean-colored eyes. He doesn't really fuckin' care. Billy just enjoys giving @berylcluster some shit and seeing how the other easily riles to every occasion. They're the same in that way, he supposes, although different too. Easily reactive, but never the same responses to the stimuli. Billy's already shrugging 'cause it would have been pretty badass to use a real body. Too bad there was too much risk in being associated with anything they dabbled in. The games were the best part. When they squirmed a little realizing they were being played —— so he smiles instead. 'Cause ain't no way he was gonna decorate his place with some pansy shit.

"I was just lookin' out for your freaky nerdy dnd cult. They're gonna piss their pants, Eddie." ╱ continued.

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➫ THERE'S hands that fly up, aggravation is radiating off of him like heat from the sun. His back is turned and only then does he realize Sam has left the area, probably in an attempt to cool off Dean, less targets for him to throw the anger around. He can't look at Ash right now, there's no way his blood pressure could handle it. What he wouldn't say or speak into the universe is the way his heart dropped when his little brother greeted him at the door, worry all over that face that could conceal nothing from Dean.

In an effort to calm himself, he grabbed the medical supplies scattered across the library's long table, but he still can't look Ashley in the eyes. And because of that, Dean is thrown off by the next revelation to come from the guy's mouth. He slams down the medical grade alcohol, turning eerily slowly back to look at the injured party, nostrils flaring. "What kind of question is that? Stop fucking talking like that." It's the best he can muster that isn't just more yelling.

He really wants to scream, he wants to dig into Ash the way he's dug into Sam for less, but there's something that stops him. Maybe it's the fact that the guy is bleeding all over the tile, maybe it's something else. But Dean shakes his head to clear it all out before dosing some cotton balls in medical grade alcohol and bringing it up to a cut on Ashley's face. He doesn't speak for awhile, cleaning up the wounds he can see with the guy's clothes on. "It's not. It wasn't for me, so next time you feel like doing risky shit, you come ask me about dying. Understand?"

' you are such a goddamn nerd. '

his words are breathed on a heavy sigh, and he turns himself away and looks somewhere, anywhere else. ash's mind is bogged down in a swamp of self-hatred & knowledge, the knowledge that death would never claim him for long ; and it's been this way forever. to the point that he himself cannot remember what it's like to care about one's own safety. one's own life.

ashley turns to dean and though his eyes have softened considerably, there's a vortex of emotion brewing in those brown hues. a dark storm on the horizon. could he ever tell dean the truth? that he himself is by all practical means, immortal?

' would you miss me? if i ... '

he can't add credence to the word by speaking it, so he doesn't. died, he means to say. maybe a possible segway into a confession? ash never did like the weight of guilt upon his shoulders.

' i think it'd be peaceful. '

spoken like a man who can never experience it.

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“Vampires are overrated.” — Sloane

⊰ HALLOWEEN MEME ft. SLOANE & AIDAN ⊱ @idolatriia

➫ DARK, nearly storm violent eyes glance across the room, up from his phone and over to the beautiful woman he had pledged heart and soul to. And they weren’t even married yet. Sure did act like it though. She’s looking through some magazine, he can’t tell the cover or who the publisher is, but he can guess from her comment that it’s got something to do with the season. “‘Guess I won’t be going as a vampire this year, then.” Leather clad shoulders shrug and he goes back his phone, that would be his only comment on whatever they were wearing this year. Since they always showed up to whatever Halloween party in something that matched.

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➫ "AH, well there's a solution now, isn't there? I'll go buy a pumpkin in front of a grocery store and make it bigger. Problem solved!" His tone was dripping with sarcasm, watching as the child tries to find a perfect pumpkin doesn't make him feel any better, nor does the helpful optimism of Scott. Hank tugged down his baseball cap, shielding his eyes from the warm autumn sun. "Not a waste of my particles at all - I'm going home." And he would have taken off, if his pupil hadn't decided to nudge him towards the farm right as he was taking his leave.

Grumpy would have been only the beginning of what Hank was, if there was a word for being so out of the seasonal spirit, it was him. Part of him wondered, the few times he let his mind wander off without care, why a guy like Scott Lang would have invited him out in the first place. Hank Pym was the Grinch for all seasons. Only made worse by having to participate in silly traditions such as this and - "Janet broke things off. If I get a pumpkin, it's getting blown up on Halloween, there is no other use for it with me." Nothing could have staved off this mood of his, he'd rather be curled up in the lab.

Hank wanted to gauge Scott's reaction, however, throwing a glance his way while he pretended to kick a small pumpkin on the ground. No matter how into his work he became, how connected to the ants, there was always the hubris of man lying in wake underneath.

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"Oh come on, of course there is!" Scott retorted. "These are farmers, they only grow the best. And besides, they can't make a good buck if they have a dumpy inventory." Cassie in the distance, holding a fairly large pumpkin over her head for her father to inspect it. Her eyes curious while she mouthed - "Yes? No?"

No, Scott shakes his head and waves his hand to put that one down. She can find better. "Oh, you want the pumpkin Linus sought for, eh?" His brow arched in his mentor's direction. "Y'know you are the king of shrink and growth tech. What, for once you don't want to meddle with something's particles?" Scott chuckled. "I take it you never heard of the 'giant pumpkin contests' some fall events hold. You'd get a kick outta how many farmers push the limits on pumpkins." Cassie holds another pumpkin in the air, slightly struggling to hold the heavy pumpkin over her head, she stumbles in fact. Now, with better balance, she holds the pumpkin a little better in the air. She mouths "Yes? No?" again.

Scott gives a thumbs up. Her eyes and smile beam at her small success. "Great, now- " he begins. "Peanut and I have our pumpkin. Let's go find yours now. Janet'll love it," Scott pats Hank's shoulder to nudge him to the farm's selection.

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➫ SCOFFS, that's what Lee does when she makes her jabs like that. 'American', even though she's found a closeness with two of the most American boys she could have possibly found. Granted, sometimes it felt that Billy and Lee were from two completely different hemispheres, there was just a hint of Old Faithful in Billy that the boys, more often than not, agreed. Which helped with things like their mutual love of a certain woman and the silly childish task of decorating her house. Under neither of their authority did they work. But when Billy wasn't around, Lee made the most of his time. With the decorations, of course.

"That is the point, congratulations. You've just come to terms with why we do this for every holiday, even the silly American ones. What can I say? We like to go all out, make fools of ourselves, and have fun while doing it. Even bastardizing dining room tables." He tries not to notice the closeness, the way Keiko so effortlessly slides into his space and stays there. Lee allots all the air to her, like her presence is enough to wring his lungs and leave him breathless. Blue eyes fall to his shoes, his last ditch attempt to peel himself away, to not give in and save them both the awkwardness.

"Knowing Billy he'll have a whole day's worth of crap to put up in here, I'll apologize in advance. I'm sure Hiro is having fun though." His eyes find their way back up to hers, and for a second, he thinks there's a moment there. Subtle and small, maybe Keiko wouldn't even notice it, but eyes flick across her face. Looking for something, a hint of emotion that flings him back to the project at hand and leaves them to their work and not his yearning.

Undeterred, Keiko shoots back a look of her own, amusement and exasperation all rolled up in one. But that sort of tension rarely lasts long with Lee any more, not on matters as trivial as this; it's already softened by the time she uncrosses her arms and closes the remaining space between them until she's at his side, gaze lingering on proud baby blues for a long moment before turning towards the gaudy display arranged before them.

"It's just all so... American." With a small sigh, Keiko steps closer to the table herself, straightening out the edges of the runner and moving all the spiders far out of reach of Hiroshi's usual seat. Only once she's satisfied with her fiddling does she step back - in front of Lee this time, standing close enough for her shoulder to brush against his chest. "But I guess that's the point, isn't it?"

Glancing back up towards Lee, it's with a chuckle and a shake of her head that she finally concedes, in her own way. "Whose authority is that even on, anyway? Billy's?" She's still learning to get used to this. To letting them both into her life - into her son's life - so completely.

And she's still right. It is excessive, in the way only Americans ever really are, but... maybe that's not such a bad thing, in the end. Not this time. Not with them. "Knowing him, this is probably tame compared to what's still to come."

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➫ GREEN eyes aren’t sure what they see is true, one rub with the back of his hand, twice. He’s sure he hasn’t been drinking, hasn’t smoked in awhile so perhaps the withdrawal is playing on his brain. But no, he’s been at this job for long enough to know that often the shadows aren't just shadows. Still, this would be one for the history books, usually their hunts are pocket size to human sized. Dean has never encountered anything that could be measured by the floors of a building. Was he finally meeting the real life version of a kaiju? Unclear.

He's definitely freaking out, the ground shakes when this thing walks and he's not sure whether he'll be squished or eaten. Here lies Dean Winchester: eaten by a giant. His tombstone would surely turn heads, if not make other hunters laugh. Poor Sammy, he'd never see this thing coming - hell this kaiju could be his cousin, they share air space. Okay, so he's trying to make light of a situation that makes him want to scream like a little kid; while a giant's hand is hovering over to grab him.

He expects the squish, braces for impact that never comes. Dean feels the rush of air as he'll pulled up, like a heavy blanket on him while he's lifted somewhere. If he wasn't getting squished then this was definitely going to end in him being eaten, and quite frankly, the thought of being a giant's lunch isn't as appetizing to him as he would be to this guy. Plus, he had several questions to ask, and none he could ask before he was back on the ground, back to some semblance of safety. "Put me down-" The hunter takes a very deep breath, brandishing his serrated knife, and piercing it into the hand of the giant. "-you asshole!"

In those mountains there are trees which no axe has ever cut, paths which no human boots have ever tread, wildlife which no biologist has ever documented. The lattermost? A giant. Oh, not the fairytale type; not the type which grinds the bones of Englishmen to make bread. He had quite a nice temperament, all things considered. But of fairytale size? Yes. And fairytale intimidation? Oh, yes. A human being could be held in hand like nothing more than a doll, a car fitting into a single hand with digits widely-spread. It should have been impossible. And yet, he was real. Very, very real.

And thank whatever God there is for it, in the case of any roadtrippers unlucky enough to take a dangerous cliffside turn too quickly, or in too inclement a forecast. They'd call a tow or a rescue, their car all dented up, front airbags sometimes deployed and front bumper all crumples with it if they did, and with a bizarre pattern upon the doors: whirls of fingerprints impossibly large. They must have been seeing things. Giants are mere metaphor, mere fable and frightful myth; they are not real.

The sky is a dark, gloomy thing; somehow the night seems even darker with the humidity in the air suggesting that it may pour any minute. Lurking in the darkness of the trees, he stood tall, watching curiously. This was not the first patrol sent to investigate him — but it was the first which spoke aloud to themselves in anything other than protocol and orders, and not via magical black boxes. Ingvar can see quite well in the dark, hasn't a clue humans can't. And so it is that he simply couldn't help himself in the moment but to respond to Dean's question to his brother — and thus leads us to the present moment.

The light from the human's flashlight shines brightly up towards his face; it is visible for but a brief moment, a face which would have appeared a stone mirage in the approximation of a very, very large human face, if only it were darker. But the light reveals all, including quite reflective eyes sensitive to light; subconsciously, the giant grunts, and raises an arm and a hand to shield his face from the brightness. His eyes simply cannot take such an abrupt, unnatural change.

As his eyes adjust again to the newly returned darkness, the arm lowers as he realizes the light is no longer being shone in its direction, and he beholds the man sprawled out upon his bottom — and dangerously close to a sheer drop into a ditch.

"Wait!" The word shakes the very leaves upon the trees — or perhaps that is merely the wind.

One step is all that it takes to close the distance between them, one step which causes the very ground to shake as though reverent to its protector. Then, his right hand shoots out, seeking to take hold of the human being and carry him to some semblance of safety.

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“Which costume works better?” — Salem / Eddie

⊰ HALLOWEN I MEME ft. SALEM & EDDIE ⊱

➫ “THE slutty one!” He says without looking up, mouthful of the candy they’re supposed to be handing out soon. It’s not that Eddie doesn’t care, they’ve been watching their favorite horror movies for Halloween and he’s got his sights on The Thing. But chocolate brown eyes move from screen to his bedroom at a low point in the story, trying to catch a peak of what she’s trying on. “What are my options, uh - Do we even have a slutty option? Because despite everything you’ve heard about me - ” Eddie sets the candy bowl aside, gets up from the couch, walking back to where she was changing, leaning against the doorframe with a sly look on his face. “I will never say no to slutty. But whatcha got, gorgeous?”

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⊰ CONT. ft. DEVON & SALLY @idolatriia ⊱

➫ SALLY thinks on this for a second, before she taps the arm of the other, shaking her head with a slight pinch to her features. "No - No, no. Definitely not. That's just man-code for 'half-way through the movie I'm allowed to start feeling you up'." With a shrug, she goes back to painting her nails, it's a bright red, and next comes the painting of Devon's nails, when she's done, of course. "Dating muppets would be easier, wouldn't they? Oscar the Grouch would never let me down, now that's a real man."

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⋆ passing out candy to trick-or-treaters / michael n steve

⊰ HALLOWEEN II MEME ft. MICHAEL & STEVE ⊱

➫ STEVE loved staying in on Halloween, it was his favorite thing to do. Grab a costume, perhaps, if it wasn’t too ridiculous. Though he fears that ship sailed when the week before the day finally arrived and he was sans costume. Usually, he would be stuck decorating his house alone, the days of famous Harrington parties were over and inviting friends over to make the evening less sad for him were in. His street wasn't chock full of kids, but most of the Hawkins trick or treaters knew about his street thanks to a generous older couple who gave out full candy bars like regular candy. Steve was not so generous; he was on a budget for Pete-sake!

The door hadn't been ringing like crazy, so while Michael was on guard duty by the door with a bowl full of candy, he ran off to go change into his costume. Well, what he was telling himself was no better than a costume. Steve comes back down the stairs in his old sailor uniform, without the apron or the hat, as he figures it will pass for a costume, despite the ice cream stains on it. "I think the kids are getting used to you, I heard some thank-yous and 'Happy Halloween!' thrown your way last time." He grabs a stray bag of candy and brings it over to the bowl Michael is holding, pouring what he can inside. It's a sad display of Steve buying too much candy and having hope that kids will come by and take it all.

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⊰ CONT. ft. THISTLE & JUGHEAD @southrnweed ⊱

➫ “JESUS — ” They had been in the middle of grabbing the fire extinguisher, but as soon as Jughead was barked at, they decided some things were better off catching flame. With a laugh and some hustle a window is unlatched with a soft grunt and the window slides open. Smoke is allowed to escape from the kitchen, and hopefully won’t reach the alarms. Though, Jug had to wonder for a guy who smokes as often as Thistle did, what kind of maniac keeps his smoke alarms plugged in? Not that they had any room to judge or speak on such a thing, at least they were unplugged now.

“I stick with what I said, it’s helpful if you look at it sideways. Letting someone know their shit is about to burn seems like the good bystander way to handle the situation.” And not to mention they were just in the middle of attempting to help, though the case could be made that while hilarious, snarky comments had no room in the department of not helping. Jughead’s skills in the kitchen weren’t raving, they hadn’t eaten anything you couldn’t make in a microwave in ages. “Besides, I told you from the beginning I wasn’t a chef, I barely know how to make mac-n-cheese out of a box.” They shrug and open another window, “I blame the dumbasses who said it looked easy.” That was them an hour or so ago.

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➫ THERE’S a nod, “Yeah, sure.” And not much else can be said. At least nothing that he feels comfortable saying without mulling it over in his head. A lot goes unsaid between them, in the meantime, Steve plays a little game with himself. It’s a game he’s played a few times being bored at Family Video, by now he can spot baggage from a few paces away, just from how someone walks to how they talk. He tries not to judge anyone with snap decisions, but the game is addictive and it takes mere seconds for hazel eyes to look between these two men and see the baggage being dragged behind. He never knows what’s in the bags but he knows the weight when he sees it. Everyone’s got baggage, perhaps theirs was a little heavier. Perhaps.

He blows out air from his lungs after awhile and looks up at Michael, giving a reassuring smile with a light, nervous chuckle. “So, chili cheese fries to my candied apples. I take it you’re not a sweets guy?” Steve hopes, he feels like a kid but when he was nervous, he craved sweet. A bad habit acquired after he graduated and was no longer required to stay in shape for the season.

Michael notes the hint of apprehension, and the corners of his mouth upturn in a mollifying smile. "Yeah."  Simple reassurance, though he's peering down at the older boy curiously. He's aware of his own avoidance, how haunted houses might remind him too keenly of this most recent summer. Horror is subjective, but vampires are showboats. Eat flashy, and die even more so. His own hands dip in leather jacket pockets and he fiddles with a few stray bills there. Smoothing linen between his fingertips.

"Sure. I could go for some chili cheese fries." A gentle nudge against the brunette's shoulder as he rights himself to cut through a throng of people. "Stay close yeah?" He's got height and bulk to part the metaphorical seas. But Carnivals have never quite felt the same since Santa Carla. 

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going to a pumpkin patch (Hank Pym)

⊰ HALLOWEEN II MEME ft. SCOTT & HANK ⊱

➫ “I’M absolutely certain there are no good pumpkins left out here, Scott.” They had just arrived, and Doctor Grumpy had already had his fill of shopping for Halloween. They had candy, they had carving supplies, and a few tacky, small decorations. Hank was taking back his claim that Halloween was boring and silly before they even picked out their pumpkins. He never should have said it, Scott had taken it like a challenge to see if he could get the doctor to get out and participate in the mass hallucination that was enjoying Halloween. The costumes were ridiculous on their own, he just didn’t get the whole idea. “You know, I think if they want to make the best of this month, they really ought to grow pumpkins the size of those found in old Peanuts cartoons. I want a big ass pumpkin to carve, one that takes up its own seat in the car.”

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"you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?" (For Penny)

⊰ HALLOWEEN II MEME ft. SHELDON & PENNY ⊱

➫ SHE moved her head from the side of his arm, which had been previously buried there to shield her eyes from the screen, to give him a raised eyebrow. “I’m not in your LAP, I’m just cowerin’ next to you.” Penny scoffed but kept a tight and firm grip on his arm, her eyes darting from the movie back to his face. “Besides, I didn’t even know you liked horror movies and I wouldn’t have guessed you’d sit down and watch one with me. Not before Hell froze over, anyway.” A hand comes up to scratch at her scalp, nerves already getting the best of her since they were alone, in a dark apartment, with little candles everywhere. She made the decision to set a little Halloween mood lighting, hoping it would challenge Sheldon to not get scared. Turns out she was the one getting scared, and she had seen this movie before!

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"Nightmare on Elm Street is Freddy and Friday the 13th is Jason, right?I get the killers mixed up." (Leonard for Jim)

⊰ HALLOWEN I MEME ft. LEONARD & JIM ⊱

➫ JIM furrowed his eyebrows at the question, knitting them together to think it over before he opened his mouth. But it wasn’t so much the question that had him stumped, “I don’t- uh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen those movies, Bones.” He wasn’t exactly a horror movie kind of guy, he liked books, all kinds of books - the only movies he had ever really paid special attention to where the romantic hero type, the ones you could take dates too. He shrugs a bit and guesses that this will open him up for watching said horror films, after all, it’s getting closer to the end of October. Ship-wide they don’t necessarily celebrate things anymore, other than Captain’s Day, First Contact, etc. but Kirk knows of a few of the crew who do celebrate All Hallow’s Eve and plan on throwing a small shindig in the Common Lounge.

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"A cobweb table runner seems excessive." lee!

⊰ HALLOWEEN I MEME ft. KEIKO & LEE ⊱

➫ WITH a look shot her way, the table runner is set in dramatic fashion on the table, along with some fake plastic spiders and a carved pumpkin. “Maybe to the non-decorative mind, but it’s either that or fake spider web! I assume you and your boy would prefer fun and easy looks.” Lee smirks at her, in that sly, cowboyish way he does like he’s trying to hide it but the details are too engrained in his features to miss. He could even admit he didn’t look the type to enjoy the day; in fact, he grew up in a very strict household, his parents didn’t allow for Halloween anything. A little boy soldier never had the opportunity to enjoy trick of treating, costumes, or even the decorations.

But this time, it wasn’t just him alone, and he kept reminding himself on the way over so he wouldn’t turn tail and run the other way. He had Billy, Hiroshi, and of course, Keiko, who was “helping” him decorate her place for the season. Which he started doing himself, since he wanted to surprise the kid when Hiroshi got home. They had a few hours left and Lee was in director mode, “If you have any ideas on how to decorate, by all means but I think the runner looks great on the table. And I have it on pretty good authority that the fake spider web shit is a pain in the ass to clean up.” With a gentle bob of his head and hands placed on his hips, he looked from her to the table.