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Jane Eyre: Has your muse ever experienced rejection, abuse, or abandonment at the hands of a loved one? How did they cope with the betrayal?
"Every single damn one, won th'shit lottery with that. I didn't cope, I survived, grew up 'n dove head first inta hard drugs th'first chance I got."
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Classic Literature
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Going into town wasn't something Clint particularly enjoyed nor did he ever think he would make a habit of, but errands needed to be ran, things needed to be bought, and he was shit out of options. Tourists were already starting to trickle into the area to Clint's displeasure, adding the presence of crowds and longer lines to an already aggravating experience. He should have known better than to think he could quickly pop into the library coffee shop to get himself a drink. It had been an hour before he finally exited the cafe area, cup of Joe in hand.
He was just about to leave the library with Luna by his side when he stopped to check something on his phone. It must have been a couple seconds before someone knocked into his back, causing him to drop the coffee onto the wooden floor which Luna quickly took advantage of and tried to lap up. "Fuck-" he cursed before quickly trying to pull the dog away from the mess. "Don't drink that! Yer gonna give yerself th'shits!" The scold came before he turned his attention to the person who bumped into him, not catching her apology or question. "Y' blind or somethin'? Watch where yer goin'."
@nelliexwolfe
open to: anyone (@aurorabaystarter) [pls feel free to assume connections!] where: the library
admittedly, nellie wasn't paying attention. paying attention wasn't her forte especially when she had a book in her hand. she absentmindedly walked in between the rows, attention focused on the copy of persuasion by jane austen in her hands. she could've waited until she sat down-- she should've sat down in one of the cozy chairs by the window but cracking open persuasion by jane austen was her highest priority at the moment. her eyes flitted down the page, hands bracing the book so she could read while she walked. anne elliot really was an interesting protagonist. however, her thought about anne elliot was cut short when she literally ran into someone. "oh shit! i'm so sorry," she said, her head finally coming up to look at who she ran into. "are you alright?"
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Clint didn't have very many opportunities to just come and fish off the pier, between fixing up the boats or collecting the crab pots to sell to a few of the locals, fishing had become a rarity. So, when he found he had a free day, he gathered up his poles, stopped at the bait shop, and made his way to the pier. Apparently several other people had some clearances in their schedule as the pier was busier than he had anticipated. Not ideal, but with his hearing aids out, at least he could have a quiet experience. He was looking out to the beach and all the people sunbathing and swimming when he felt a tug at his pant leg. He looked down to see a blond tyke staring up at him curiously, asking his question in a high pitched excited voice. "Fishin'." He answered simply, the question as to where his momma was on his lips before it seemed to answer itself with the appearance of the frantic woman, pulling a slightly older boy behind her.
The sight was too amusing not to get a little chuckle from him. "Naw, don't worry 'bout it. Y'got yer hands full there." He comments before it dawned on him that she was familiar, someone he knew, but it took him a second to recall. "Doctor Brandon?"
@reneebrandxn
closed starter: @clint-bennet location: the pier
The boys had been begging for Renee to take them to the pier on the weekend so they could eat ice cream and walk along the beach to find sea shells. Considering she had time Saturday morning, she felt like it was the perfect opportunity. Everything was going well until Henry bumped into Oliver and Oliver ended up dropping some of his ice cream down the front of his shirt. Renee had been cleaning up Oliver when Henry decided to wander off to a man fishing on the pier. Henry grabbed onto his pant leg and yanked a couple times to get his attention. "What are you doing?" Henry asked the man.
Renee's mom instincts kicked in and she turned, nearly having a heart attack when she saw how far her youngest had wandered off. "Henry William!" she yelled, grabbing Oliver's hand and dragging him behind her as she ran after her youngest. "What did I tell you about wandering off? I'm so sorry," she said to the man once she grabbed Henry's arm and pulled him back towards her. "This one likes to keep me on my toes."
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Closed for: @atlasnolan Where: Marina
"Motherfucker-!" The blond spat under his breath upon seeing what was causing the prop on his boat to freeze up. After lifting up the outboard motor, he found an old rope had wrapped itself around the blades, holding it stuck in place. Probably something left from an old trap that had been abandoned years earlier, wherever it came from, it was his problem now.
Straightening back up, he felt at his back pocket for the pocket knife he always carried with him. Always, of course, except for today, which he discovered with a frustrated sigh. Where he left it, he didn't know, but he definitely didn't have it now. He took a moment to consider his options, he could drive his happy ass back home and look for it, return later to cut the prop free of the rope or... "Aye, brother, y'got a knife on ya I could use?" He called out to the nearest person. He looked the type that could be carrying something on him, though he could be wrong.
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He grinned at her approval, pleased with how this sequence of events had turned out. "Alright, it's a date then." Stepping around the counter, he headed towards her and the door. "I'll follow ya on over, that way y'aint gotta drive all th'way out here again." He flipped the sign hanging from the door to 'closed'. They had no more appointments for that day, there was no need to keep the office open.
"Y'know where it's at? Guess we could just pop it inta google."
@laureljacobs
"Well," Laurel said, giving Clint an approving nod. "You're a man after my own heart, then."
As someone who'd spent a long time without any money to speak of, sometimes she'd realized that she'd gone a while without thinking about it too deeply and it still hit like a small shock to the system. It was good that she had an accountant to worry about her spending for her, because not having to do it herself did make her a little careless sometimes.
"Sure, let's do it," they agreed with a nod, reaching into their bag for their keys. "You want me to drive you or will you follow me?"
@clint-bennet
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Clint: Nail on the head. There's nothing for me there. Clint: You don't believe in supernatural stuff but you believe in little green men? What's the difference? Clint: At first I read that as your brother married an alien. Did you all have a falling out or something? Clint: Family was never my thing.
@jaredx
Jared: Ooft, so I expect you won't be returning home any time soon. Jared: It's just very attraction-ey, and almost feels like I'm living in some fantasy world. But still a nice place, just a bit too gloomy for me. I don't even know if I believe in all that supernatural stuff. Jared: Aliens on the other hand, yes. Jared: One of them married my little brother, so kinda family. I don't mind his wife, her sister is a little wild for my opinion or was, I don't know, I haven't spoke to them for awhile.
@clint-bennet
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The others question wasn't one that was very surprising. This was the time of year when everyone had their minds on the holidays. Even down here where the changes in seasons were barely noticeable, people still decorated like it was going to be a snowy white Christmas. "There an option fer neither? I don't decorate fer Christmas." He drawls, not that he decorated for any holiday, but Christmas was probably his least favorite time of the year, the thought of decorating for it couldn't be any less interesting to him. "What about you? Y' already hung th' lights up or are ya waitin'?"
@gwen-moreno
open starter for @aurorabaystarter location: choose your own adventure
"Okay, so are you a person that waits until after Thanksgiving to put up Christmas decorations? Or is it exactly right after Halloween that Christmas will get put up?" Gwen thought waiting until after Thanksgiving was the way to go, since that's when Christmas music would play on the radio. But recently, she felt as if this weekend was the perfect weekend to start.
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🫂 PEOPLE HUGGING — generally speaking, do you feel very supported by the people in your life? how strong and cohesive is your support system, if you have one? do you often feel like you're at the front of the line or pushed to the side by the people in your life?
"I ain't really got one. There's a few people I've gotten t'know a bit here, I enjoy spendin' time with 'em, but I don't know if I'd call 'em a support system. I ain't complainin' though, it's somethin' I'm used to. Th'only support I had growin' up was m'brother but he ended up leavin' when he saw th'chance when we was kids. Don't blame him fer that, I woulda probably done th'same if I were in his shoes."
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🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?
"I got a love-hate relationship with Halloween. I like that people let their wild side out 'n I ain't gonna complain 'bout th' candy, but back in th'day when I worked as a bouncer th'days leadin' up t'Halloween 'n th' day itself were always exhaustin'. If th'damn holiday ended up on a Wednesday, th'bullshit would go from one weekend t'the next. Apparently people lose all common sense when dressed up. I don't really take notice t'other holidays, so I suppose that leaves it as m'favorite."
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meme day~
"be honest..."
muse headcanon questions
glimpses of the past
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Clint
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Clint: And who the fuck told you that? Clint: Cause they were bold face lying. Clint: I wasn't joking when I said I never played it. Clint: At least you're used to wearing tight things like that diving suit. Clint: I don't even know who these characters are.
@hinataxito
Hinata: and YOU'RE supposed to be good at poker! Hinata: now i have to wear tights! and stupid little short shorts! Hinata: and a dumb little hat @clint-bennet
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"Naw, guess boats are less of a liability t'others. Imagine that's th'reason behind it. But, I don't know, could just be talkin' out m'ass. I'm from southern Louisiana, think, deep in the bayou, bein' out in th'water's a way of life there." He answers with a shrug. Most didn't really care about these kinds of things, most people who approached him about boating just wanted to take them out for a joy ride or were wondering about the best fishing spots, neither scenario he was willing to engage with. "Getting stuck? Sure, especially when I was a kid. Ain't ever sunk though." He eyed the other for a moment. "What are ya doin' hangin' out in the marina anyway?"
@sagexwilliams
“Really? I figured anywhere it would be hard- or at least like it would be to get a driver’s license. Where are you from?” Sage asked, hoping the man wasn’t too annoyed by her questions, she was just curious. “Have you ever come close to something like that happening?”
@clint-bennet
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Open: Open to anyone, feel free to reach out to plot or just jump in~ @aurorabaystarter Location: Sharky's Monster Mash
Being out in such a crowded public place was bad enough, doing so while wearing a purple scallop bikini top was worse, it didn't matter that there was a shirt underneath, he looked ridiculous and though he had no proof, he felt exposed, like everyone was looking at him, judging, laughing, it left him feeling on edge. He couldn't believe Hinata got them into this mess, losing a bet, they now both had to dress as Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, he didn't even know who those characters were, just that they looked stupid as fuck. As soon as he entered the space, he practically bee-lined it to the bar, not bothering to grab a barstool, he instead leaned on the surface and waved down the bartender. "Git me a house whiskey...." He started before he considered again. "Actually... make it a double." The adjustment of the order came with him straightening up a bit when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. "I swear on m'life Hinata, if that's you..." His voice trails off as the glass of whiskey lands in front of him.
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Oh Barnacles! closed// @hinataxito
Clint: I can't believe you got us in this mess. Clint: You're supposed to be the level headed one. Clint: Now I gotta wear a purple scallop bikini.
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