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vibe check *runs the ritual dagger across your palm*

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hmmm

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[Memeaux]

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Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama

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Hands are how we touch the world. They’re tactile. Sensual.

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Daisy stares back, unblinking. The eye contact isn’t unpleasant, but unfamiliar -- she brings up a hand to cover his eyes, skin cold and clammy against the warmth of his. Better. Less vulnerable.

“Like I’m getting fucked with an As-Seen-On-TV Power Juicer.”

sorcieresque replied to your post “Arash is checking the halls of Ra and Proteus for disoriented…”

[Daisy watches him through her cracked door, nothing but damp darkness behind it. Like a horror movie demon, she catches his wrist in one of his back and forths. She tugs at him, but isn’t strong enough to actually drag her into her room. She is strong enough to make him stumble back.] Murtaza, [she whispers, dramatic.] I am dying. [She pauses.] Why aren’t you.

“Daisifer,” Arash whispers back, stumbling over the door frame without the daeva’s grace to help him. He tucks a stringy length of hair behind her ear. “You look terrible.” 

The room is far gloomier than normal: humid, air thick and marshy like a hospital ward. He frowns at her, squinting in the dark to find her face. He can look people in the eye, now; he fully intends to make use of it. “What does it feel like?” 

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That’s what a guilty bitch would say.

I have nothing to do with this!! It’s just an awkward coincidence!!

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“Ugh,” Daisy moans, her cheek to the cool brick of her windowsill. “Bossy much?”

[Daisy tosses Clea the same shoes she stole from them, almost three years ago. They’re still there, in the back of her closet, and with the languid effort of a tired puppeteer Daisy drags them out and makes them walk down the wall to them.]

[clea is very much walking around ra. clea is suddenly not enjoying this episode.]

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[“Whoops,“ Daisy croaks in the dark,two floors above Clea, not at all apologetic.]

[clea is very much walking around ra. clea is suddenly not enjoying this episode.]

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Daisy can’t see.

By which she means, she can see with her eyes, can sense with her skin,  touch-smell-sight, but she can’t reach out with invisible feeling: Gone are the shapes of the gentle currents around her, the hum of presences in the building, the reverberations of someone walking past in the hallway, the firework echo of the magic spells going on two floors above her. Like a fish with no feelers and a cat with no whiskers, Daisy is still, at her core, herself -- when she licks her palms and brings her hands together her breath still distills into liquid into earth into a little blue flame. And yet her world squeezes in a little closer, only the worn comforter under her legs and the smell of the night coming in through the window, dull and flat and stuffy green and damp, like a woolly, itchy sweater. 

She wonders if this is what seasickness feels like. She holds up her own hair and throws up out of her window -- mostly bile, partially stars. 

If there is anyone walking around Ra, at the moment, well---

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I am going to find out what pa̧thetic slug͘ is responsible for this. 

And drop them in a sa̷l͟t ̨la̴byrinth.

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@headsarolling @eldritchlulz 

[Daisy grabs Reagan's head and RUNS.]

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Time did reverse. The teacup that I shattered did come together. A place was made for Abigail in your world, do you understand? A place was made for all of us. Together.

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just like yah yah said lana doesn’t try to sell girl power & im honest to god so grateful for that. she just wants to have orgies on benzodiazepines