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swtsvrndr​:

hands  rest  on  her  hips,  eyes  narrowed  behind  the  lenses  of  her  ray  bans  as  she  scowls  at  the  paint  swatches  in  her  hand.  at  the  end  of  the  day,  it  doesn’t  matter  what  she  picks  because  anything  is  an  improvement  over  the  shitstain  brown  color  the  walls  are  painted  right  now.  her  new  ‘ married  on  a  whim  in  vegas  after  too  many  whiskey  sours ’  husband  might  be  many  things  but  a  decorator  is  not  one  of  them.   throwing  the  swatches  off  the  side,  she  lifts  her  sunglasses  and  directs  her  attention  to  the  person  nearby.   “  screw  this.   it’s  400  degrees  outside.  let’s  blow  this  off,  make  vodcicles,  and   hang  out  by  the  pool. ”   a  pause,  considering.   “  unless  you  have  a  better  suggestion. ”

paint. dylan wasn’t one for labor unless she got something out of it, but she had taken a moment to observe. curious of the sight before her, a girl painting. most people didn’t do anything these days, let alone painting. it was still sunny out, well SUNNY was an understatement. the heat was blaring and she was all too interested in making it back to the motel ( not ‘home��, she didn’t call that place home ). of course, she’d been through worse heat in arizona. growing up, she got used to the blaze. but still, it was quite a difference when only a month ago she’d almost died of hypothermia. the invite to the pool, well, dylan couldn’t deny it’s appeal. she hadn’t been swimming in too long and missed the water. “nope,” the p popped. “the pool sounds like the best suggestion to me.” 

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🎧 + adan

small alana’s note: so i don’t remember how i did the other disney song ones but this one im doing like this bc i want to. okay so originally i was struggling sooooooo much with this bc we don’t want a love song but disney doesn't have so many duets that aren’t?? but as i was looking thru songs i saw let it go and went HOLY SHIT bc i thought of this and it fuck this fits so well??? a duet between siblings, once who is putting on a show and the other one who is being on the outside of their home for the first time??? fucK ME. not all the lyrics fit obvs but LIKE god damn this fucking hit me for them, and the emotions and meanings are there. thou dylan isn’t as giddy as anna and adan isn’t as emo as elsa. 

For the first time in forever Don't let them in, don't let them see

I'm getting what I'm dreaming of  Be the good girl you always have to be

A chance to change my lonely world Conceal

( @ofadan )

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Do they find a need to be in a relationship, or do they have a ‘if it happens it happens’ feeling?

dylan’s actually never been in a relationship before, BUT it is a ‘if it happens it happens’ situation. she’s had people express interest before, but she never felt it in return. turning down guys and girls more than once growing up. during high school, being with another person wasn’t something she could find interest in. she had so much going on back then, a whole future to focus on. nowadays, with her lack of future, she would have been more open to a relationship. i say would have because due to her trauma, it isn’t so simple. any person who has an interest in her of any sort will have to be remarkably patient. given everything she’s gone through, dylan isn’t a very open person or quick to let walls fall. anyone pursuing her, romantically or even friendship wise, will have to deal with a number of roadblocks. 

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        SPORTS BRAS. all the fashion these days, and dylan almost hadn’t even packed one. well, thank fuck she had. all her clothing fucking stunk. she’d been avoiding going to the laundry matt. why was she avoiding it?? in all fairness, there wasn’t much of a VALID reason. she simply didn’t feel like going. but now, with every single piece of her clothing stinking--- yeah, she regretted it. the day was relatively warm, another thank fuck for the returned normal temperature. if it had been cold as it used to be she would have been forced to wear one of her ( STINKING ) shirts. another reason she hated going to the laundry matt? BUSES. the cheapest way to get there ( sorry, but a polite fuck you to lyft and uber ) but not her favorite form of travel. but whatever. no choice was left. so zipping up her dirty clothes, spraying FEBREZE on them so hopefully, no one would note the smell, dylan hopped onto the bus. upon being set with a pair of lingering eyes in her direction, she challenged. “do i have something funny on my face? or is there another reason you’re staring?” the guy sputtered only for a moment before turning his head in a huff. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” turning to the nearest passenger, she let loose a sigh. “men, right?” MEN. most of them retained a capital U in Ugh. 

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erinxdevlin‌:

“i’d say.” everyone could count that, or at least, she thought so. “it was freakish, right? i haven’t gone out without thermal socks on since.” her feet were the last to actually get warm, so hell to the no was she leaving the apartment with thin layers. 

“thermal socks.” dylan mused, she hadn’t even seen a thermal sock in years. and when she had, it was something her mom had brought with her to az from san francisco. after all, back at home thermal socks were never needed ( hell, people barley wore socks at all ). “but yeah, super freakish. beyond the normal type. real fucked up.”

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ofdstrctn‌:

           "  i  guess  that  depends.   do  you  accidentally  stumble  into  danger,  or  are  you  seeking  it  out  bella�� swan  style  by  diving  from  cliffs,  or  crashing  motorcycles  ? ”   he  pauses,  chuckling  slightly  at  the  visual.   “  no  judgement  here.  they’re  called  adrenaline  junkies  for  a  reason.  it’s  addictive. ”

                 “bella who?” she frowned. “was she a solider or something?” the name sounded pretty and all, but didn’t ring any bells to the brunette. diving from cliffs, crashing motorcycles--  “was she an adrenaline junkie or something?” then he called it out. “no, i wouldn’t call myself a bella swan-- whoever that is. i mean i did like being up high...” during cheerleading, that is. she enjoyed the formation, being up there. it was a distant dream now though. no more being in the clouds, her feet were planted firmly on the ground. “but that was a time ago.”

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vividelay‌:

❛ Depending on the person, I guess. ❜ She doesn’t remember well how was her near-death experience…

“well THAT isn’t ominous at all.” honestly, it wasn’t too much. but it was a weird thing to say, and dylan would standby as much. 

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frcmashes‌:

         “  that’s  …  violent. ”   it  makes  sense,  in  a  way,  but  it’s  probably  the  most  descriptive  way  he’s  ever  heard  someone  talk  about  ‘natural’  death.  it  also  feels  a  little  like  tempting  fate  to  be  talking  so  openly  about  death.   he  might  be  able  to  survive  going  a  few  rounds  with  death  but  he’s  not  certain  the  same  could  be  said  for  dylan.  he’s  pretty  sure  she’s  human,  though  he  could  be  wrong.   she  had,  after  all,  known  about  the  supernatural  so  she  can’t  be  entirely  human.  maybe  he  could  ask  —  they  are  on  the  verge  of  freezing  to  death  —  but  it  feels  a  little  rude  to  come  right  out  and  ask  someone  what  species  they  are.   “  yeah,  i  know. ”   the  school’s  a  designated  safe  spot,  sure,  but  it’s  a  school  now  overflowing  with  panicked  people.   first  they’ll  fight  over  resources  and  then  without  supervision  things  will  get  ugly.   he’s  not  looking  forward  to  that.   “  hopefully  the  snow  lets  up  before  it  gets  too  bad. ”    he  shrugs,  unable  to  help  the  chuckle  that  slips  out  when  she  nails  him  right  on  the  nose.   he  is  awkward  and  does  put  his  foot  in  his  mouth  —  probably  more  often  than  you’d  think  possible.   he  can’t  argue  with  that.  he  simply  shrugs,  replies  with  a  ‘  you  got  me ’  and  flashes  a  hesitant  smile.   “  it’s  the  anxiety.  i  constantly  prepare  for  the  worst  so  when  the  worst  actually  happens  i’m  ready  for  it. ”   it’s  …  not  entirely  true,  but  for  the  most  part  it  does  ring  accurate.   you  can  imagine  all  the  worst  case  scenarios,  figure  out  what’s  most  likely  to  happen,  and  try  to  figure  out  how  to  make  the  best  of  it.   that’s  not  to  say  that  he’s  completely  levelheaded  —  because  he  isn’t  —  but  when  others  start  to  panic,  he  does  his  best  to  try  and  be  logical  instead  of  emotional.   if  they  both  start  panicking,  there’ll  be  no  one  to  steer  them  away  from  the  proverbial  ledge.   no,  he’ll  keep  his  generalized  anxiety  quiet  and  project  the  way  he  wishes  he  really  felt.  it  works.  sort  of.    “  at  least  if  it  stops  snowing  they  can  start  trying  to  clean  it  up  and  get  us  out.   none  of  that  can  start  while  it’s  still  coming  down  out  there. ”   a  craning  of  his  neck  proves  that,  yes,  it’s  still  snowing,  and  he  sighs  as  he  rubs  his  hands  against  his  arms  in  hopes  of  generating  some  friction  to  warm  them.   “  yeah,  me  neither. ”  ��when  he  does  start  trying  to  think  ahead,  plan  for  a  future,  life  inevitably  flips  the  script  and  changes  the  game  so  he’s  given  up  trying  to  plan.   her  cursing  draws  his  gaze  over  to  her,  frown  deepening  as  he  considers.   “  we  should  probably  move  away  from  the  door.  in  case  there’s  a  draft.  ”  he  moves  to  stand,  extending  a  hand  to  help  her  up.   “  maybe  we  could  turn  the  oven  on  in  the  kitchen  and  sit  in  front  of  it. ”   it’s  not  a  long  term  solution,  but  it’ll  work  in  the  short  term.   for  now,   it  feels  like  as  good  a  plan  as  any.  

        “maybe.” it was the age question of a slow painful death vs a quick and easy one. dylan herself wasn’t too sure of the answer she’d give if asked such a question. “what the hell made you such an optimist?” she asked, a frown burrowing on her lips. she didn’t intend to snap at him, but there it was. and no, she wasn’t taking it back. “what we need is to be realistic. and what’s realistic is if it could go wrong... it will.” maybe it was unfair to hold OPTIMISM against the other, but... in the end, all optimism pertained to telling lies to yourself of a better future, a brighter day and there was no truth in it. no certainty. prepare for the worst, because the worst is what you’re facing. that was the simple truth of it. he didn’t argue against how she pegged him, probably because she was right and he knew it too. confusion lit her features, nothing too deep but curious all the same. “you’re preparing for the worst and still being hopeful.” it felt like an oxymoron, yet here he was doing that exact thing. “god, has anyone told you you’re weird?” it wasn’t placated with kindness, but neither with scorn. something in between. “you say THEY as if everyone isn’t trapped inside.” she mused quite somberly. “whoever is actually out there is dead. so-” so they were fucked. it felt like they were fucked, in her eyes. no use in hoping, no use in praying, just accepting their fate as it was. aimless and into the abyss. “sure.” not that it mattered in the end, if the cold was coming from them there was no running away. but delaying it was a different matter entirely. and yeah, dylan would like to delay her impending doom as much as she could if possible. he extends his hand toward her and it was so STUPID but dylan’s heart leapt in her chest at the notion, and instead, she pushed herself up from the ground notably not taking his hand. “well i don’t even know where the kitchen is you’ll have to lead the way.”

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trvshdad‌:

“it was just a scratch –  i won’t die. ” baird mumbles under his breath as he washes the wound. it wasn’t bleeding TOO MUCH. ( and thankfully no vampires were around otherwise… one bleeding fairy and a vampire? yeah.. that didn’t sound like a good thing for him. ) “never get into bar fights, kid. they might swing MIC STANDS at you.” 

“maybe, but even a scratch could kill if it was poisoned.” or if the person was hemophiliac, but that was a whole other can of beans. “since when do bar’s have mic stands?” baird getting lost in a bar fight wasn’t something that took her too much by surprise, he was all too much the type. “was it karoke night or something?” yeah, the mic stand was the part she was hung up on. 

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aiylasallowe‌:

“i’m glad you’re okay. i think everyone in the school got out fine.” in truth though, she didn’t stick around to find out. as soon as the doors were open she was out and gone. “what’s your poison today?” she asked, picking up a menu list to have a brief look. “i’ve never been here before, what’s good? anything sweet.”

“thanks,” she’d heard about 11 people died, but dylan didn’t know who or even if they’d been at the school or somewhere else. she doubted she knew them, on account she knew barely anyone. “uh...” dylan didn’t typically eat out, quite honestly. she didn’t have the bank for it. “honestly? i don’t know.” there it was. 

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diabolics‌:

“no, i just like to rush into school buildings during snowstorms and try to guess student names. the next one should be anna, but that’s a bit of a cop out, isn’t it?” klaus often doesn’t filter what comes out of his mouth when he is backed into a corner, but all things considered, this isn’t too bad. he lets out an annoyed grunt at this girl’s clever observation, and averts his gaze. he has come to the school after hope and, if she was in there, he could have heard or felt her somewhere, yet he hasn’t. “she’s not here,” klaus announces despite no one caring about it other than himself. “i have to go back out there.”

anna. random guess, but close to anne. which wasn’t dylan, but it was her mom. and it would have almost produced a smile hadn’t it been so fucking cold. “oh, that’s a choice.” as in, MAKING that choice was something that one truly shouldn’t do. but it wasn’t her business if he wanted to go out there and become an icicle. “though it’d suck for her to lose her dad that way but each their own i guess.” yeah dylan, way not to insert yourself. pretty much saying going out there was a death sentence, which is was, but still. “might wanna write a last message though. before you go out there and freeze to death.” 

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🎧 + landon

LANDYL (DYLAN POV EVENTUALLY) - I WON’T SAY I’M IN LOVE

Girl you can't deny it Who you are is how you're feeling Baby we're not buying Hon we saw you hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When you gonna own up that you got got got it bad No chance no way I won't say it, no no (Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love)

This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love (We'll do it until you admit you're in love) You're way off base I won't say it Get off my case I won't say it (Girl don't be proud it's okay you're in love) At least out loud I won't say I'm in love

BONUS LANDON’S SOLO SONG: I’M STILL HERE

They can't tell me who to be Cause I'm not what they see Yeah, the world is still sleeping While I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies That I'll never believe

And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel We want to hold on and feel I belong And how can they say I'll never change They're the ones that stay the same I'm the one now Cause I'm still here

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isntawinchester‌:

“In my case it’s strange to go a month without a near death experience,” Adam said as he looked over to the girl.  "What were the first two?“  He was just curious about what kind of near death experiences she had.

“well the second one is a bit obvious.” a look toward him expectantly before losing patience and continuing. “the whole almost-icicle thing? 11 dead, etc, etc. are you new or did you forget already?” kind of a hard thing to forget if you asked dylan. “you look a bit young for alzheimers so... new then?” 

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chcmpion‌:

“i mean, true, it may be a p a t t e r n. but does it not make you want to you know, l i v e a little more? not be so stuck in what happened in the past and live as much as you can until it’s truly snuffed out.” maybe that was just sage since she had in fact d i e d  twice.

“debatable.” the close to deaths experience more reminded dylan just how futile life was, but you have to take what you could get. as little as it was. “snuffed out?” a quirk of her brow, not insulted but still. it was a distinction. “good to know there’s no chance of getting to old age. crossing that one off my check list.”