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[jettajimm]

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[stupiidgood]

@nomorerhyme​​ rules are rules

Shawn can feel her face drain as the bottle slows to a stop. No no no no no please god I will start going to church again if you please just do this one thing for m--

God hung up the phone. Request denied, Juanita.

She’s staring down the glass barrel at her kissing target. I’m never drinking another coke for as long as I live. She knows that’s not true, but she’s too full of righteous anger.

Fucking Trevor Kirchner.

He was gonna have a field day about this. A short one, if Shawn had her way. And she would. By any means necessary. 

Shawn ignores the whoops and hollers of her fellow counselors as she shuffled over ( not crawled, she would never describe it that way. it was just shuffling on her hands and knees, like everyone else had done ) to her doom. 

She glares into his dead hazel eyes. “If I feel your tongue, I will bite it off. If your hands go anywhere below my neck, I will break them. If you go over the mandatory five seconds, it will be your last act on this earth. Comprende, muchacho?”

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@nomorerhyme​ asked: “  see ,  i’m  more  concerned  about  the  spiders  than  the  ghosts.  ” (jackie to nat. because i should actually do something with her. she's collecting dust)

“Jackie--we’re in the middle of the fucking forest,” she sighed. She thought spiders were a pretty hard thing to avoid, especially here. “If you’re so concerned about it, you can help clean the place up!” She had been a little bit of a princess since they ended up here. The cabin was a blessing, whether she was willing to acknowledge that or not.

Nat shot a glance across the room to Lottie. The girl was acting weird lately and any talk of ghosts might set her off. She leaned in closer to Jackie. “Ix-nay on the hosts-gay,” she mumbled in pig latin with a wide-eyed and meaningful emphasis on Lottie as she spoke.

[hauntedxwritings]

This weekend? || Deena and Heather

|| @nomorerhyme​​

Deena had stopped in at the book store at the mall, seeing Heather she smiled.  Heather was the only other woman at her school she could stand after seeing Sam betray her.  “Hey Heather..”  She waited a few moments.  “You know.. I was thinking.. would you like to catch a movie at the Cineplex this weekend?” 

[savagc]

@nomorerhyme​ | HEATHER & DEENA

how many times had she been told to mind her own business? easier said than done, every time she had heard the words shit tended to become her business by declaration of herself. “hey douche.” d rested her arm on the counter beside the scruffy ass-hat with a keg for a stomach, rather than the six-pack his ego was trying to suggest he had. “back off. she’s not interested.” 

a sneer from the man, deena jutted her head back because when he spoke she could smell the beer and life of regret on his breath. 

“mind your business.” 

there was the suggestion again. “what are you going to tell your mommy when you bring your first girl home to your room in her basement?” deena quips back. “it’s where you live right? story of shadysiders, you’re no different.” she knew his make, she knew because she was so adamant to never fall victim to it herself. he didn’t put up much of a fight, already peeling his nasty-ass self away from heather’s counter, but just to drive it home. “when my girlfriend decides she wants dick...i’ll strap-up. she won’t need some toolbag who can’t find one.” with that he was pushing his way through the door and she lifted her chin higher watching him go.

[fatestricken]

@nomorerhyme​   asked    :    "   was   she   always   that   extra   ?   "    (    mars   to   liv    -    you   can   pick   who   she   is   talking   about   !    )

amazon   prime’s   i   know   what   you   did   last   summer   prompts . status    :    accepting .

                    olivia   has   to   physically   bite   back   a   laugh   at   mars’   words   ,   casting   a   glance   towards   the   girl   in   question    ―    jackie   fucking   taylor .     she   can’t   remember   a   time   that   she’s   ever   liked   jackie   ,   and   now   with   how   much   of   a   prissy   princess   she’s   being   after   the   crash   ?     that   dislike   is   only   growing   ...   intensely   ,    ❛   she’s   always   been   extra   ,   but   she’s   only   gotten   fuckin’   worse .   ❜    the   freckled   redhead   grumbles   ,   continuing   to   wash   out   her   clothes   and   hang   them   on   the   clothesline   they’ve   set   up   at   the   dead   guy’s   cabin   ,    ❛   fucking   princess   jackie   ...   ❜

[nytehavyn-circle]

Once Again (closed with nomorerhyme ((Madison Montgomery)))

Tolaas had been walking down the cold, snow-laden sidewalk, hands in the pockets of his duster. His breat6h made small clouds as it expelled from his mouth. He watched it, sometimes breathing out heavily just to watch the vapor.

With a smirk, he crossed the street and then grinned when a very beautiful blonde woman caught his eyes walking down the other side.

He narrowed his eyes as something about her became familiar. He blinked, his eyes went wide, and he gaped. "Madison?" he whispered. "Madison!" he called to her.

He began running to catch up with her. When he got close enough, he saw that it was definitely her. "Madison! Holy hell! Gods, I've missed ya!" he picked her up into a tight embrace, holding her for several moments before letting her go.

@nomorerhyme

[storiesungmoved]

skylar and billy!

Send me a ship and i'll rate it vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

i don't think we've done anything with them and that's why they get a cute rating bc i do think they'd be cute but i can't gauge it cause we haven't really discussed/done anything with them.

[mal0dramatic]

@nomorerhyme

Today was the day. The day that their beloved husband, David Anderson, was marrying his eighth wife. Sure, she was only sixteen, but so was Mallory when she married him. And so were Dolly and all the other wives. She was 20 now, and little had changed in her life since that time. The only thing that was consistently developing and getting stronger within her was a sense of dread. With every new wife her husband took, her disgust for him grew a little bigger. 

She could usually tell when he had his eye on a new girl. He’d give them tons of attention and praise for a while and treat them like they were the most beautiful, perfect girl in the world and how he absolutely needed them by his side, to fulfill his life’s purpose. He’d make all sorts of grand statements about how it was the girl’s divine calling to marry him and bear his children, how it was the highest honor and that they were both made in God’s image. Mallory had rejected his philosophy a long time ago. Maybe it was because even from a very young age, she so strongly found herself attracted to other girls and fantasizing about one day marrying one. That certainly didn’t line up with David’s vision for her future. 

That wasn’t to say she hadn’t struggled with her faith, she had. It was inevitable. For the first three years, being married to him was like hell. His mood swings, his strange rants about God, his demanding and entitled attitude towards the wives. She had tried her best, just like everyone else, to be a good wife and to be what was expected of her. But she just wasn’t. It wasn’t until he took his seventh wife, Dolly - or as he liked to call her, Lucky - that Mallory found a real friend for the first time in her life. She got along just fine with the other wives, but Dolly was the first person she had a real click with. They would do most of their chores together, like cooking and cleaning and carrying David to bed whenever he drank too much and passed out on the couch. For a little while, things were actually quite nice. 

And then came the introduction of wife number eight. Mallory was tidying up the bedroom with Dolly’s help, when she looked through the window and spotted David outside with the new girl. They were kissing. Or more accurately, he was kissing her. For some reason, that was the last straw for Mallory and she turned away, averting her eyes while her hands stopped folding sheets. “I don’t think I can do this anymore”, she spoke up, though her voice was hushed. She knew it was dangerous saying things like that, but she trusted Dolly. They had shared similar sentiments with each other in the past, and this feeling had been gnawing away at her. She had been toying with the thought of escape for a while now. “We have to get out of here.”

[storiesungaa]

@nomorerhyme​ sent ❛  i’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else.  ❜ (skylar to angel)

The words come as an complete surprise and for a moment, Angel blinks at her as if she’s not sure she heard the woman say what she said. After a moment, Angel processes it and her head tilts ever so slightly to the side in a curious manner. “Who said I was in love with anyone?”

This begs the question. “.....Are you in love with me?”

[conquerloved]

'  i  think  of  being  good  sometimes  ,  but  yolo  right  ?  if  i  can  get  away  with  it  now  ,  why  shouldn't  i  ?  '

[moonshinaes]

@nomorerhyme​​ !

izzie looks over at casey with slightly hopeful eyes, wanting for her to stay, at least. if anyone could see, izzie's nervous --- scared, worried all in one that casey might forget her when they both graduate from their schools; she's scared that she wouldn't be able to see casey physically or even get to feel her skin on top of hers when they sleep together at night, and most of all, she's worried that casey might find someone that's better for her, that's good enough to the point that casey's dad might like them. "please don't ever forget me," she says, her hand touching casey's, allowing their fingers to mingle together, humming softly. "it'd be a shame if i visited and you forgot about me." she jokes, her laugh coming out shakily before her eyes go back to casey, wondering what would be of their relationship, the distance, all of it.

[herpartnerintime]

Max could not believe she and Chloe were actually doing this.

They were dressed as pirates and had just broken there way into a closed pool.

Max had wanted to recreate their late night Otter Pool Swim at Blackwell. She wanted to share a pool with Chloe again, alone. She didn’t want to go to the pool with Chloe during the day because the idea of sharing a pool with others? No thanks. Max liked it when they created a special world just for each other. After all, after everything they had been through together, they were practically their own Universe. It made sense to make the pool their own Universe too.

She’d told Chloe that “I’ll use my rewind to help break us into another pool without getting caught but only if you lead the mission as Captain Bluebeard and I return as Max Long Silver!”

So there they were, dressed up as the long lost pirates of their youth, having just broken into a pool at midnight. They were such geeks.

“I can’t believe we’re cereal right now,” Max laughed to Chloe. “Even if it was my idea.”

The pool was lit up, feeling just as magical as Blackwell’s had been.

Unlike the first time, where Chloe had jumped in first, Max stripped down to her bra and underwear (keeping her eye patch and pirate hat and pirate skull and bones necklace on of course) and jumped right into the pool without waiting for Chloe.

“You’ve gotten so slow Bluebeard. I might have to take over as Captain,” Max teased Chloe, looking up at her from the pool, splashing water up at her.

[deocrumtorquent]

❝ don’t bother getting dress, i’m leaving, you can keep fucking her/him. ❞ ( billy - let’s have some jealous over reacting angst )

So many emotions flash over Amelia’s face in response to Billy’s sudden appearance, followed by his words. Disbelief, hurt, anger, all of that she felt as she kept her robe wrapped around her body. “What are you talking about? You’re being ridiculous,” she replies as she stares at him. Her lab partner that had been in her room quickly grabs his stuff and tries to sneak out to avoid any sort of confrontation, shooting an apologetic look Amelia’s way before doing so. “We weren’t doing anything. I had practice and needed to shower before we started working on a project. He was just waiting.” Head shaking, she felt the irritation start to rise in her chest the more she thought of his accusation. “And, even if I was fucking him, as you so lovingly put it, why would it matter? You’re the one who keeps telling me that what we’re doing together doesn’t mean anything,” she points out, finger poking at his chest for emphasis.

@nomorerhyme

[savagc]

@nomorerhyme​ sent:  🥶️ (luna from bailey. i just thought about how cute it would be for bailey to teach luna about christmas!)

with a cold storm settling over the rig, the ocean clan had fallen more quiet for the night, much earlier in the evening than what was typical. snow had begun to fall outside which had ended outdoor tasks for the day, and likely for the next few days as well. once everyone warmed up then no doubt the gathering room would become more lively. first came making sure everyone warmed up. there were a few wood stoves burning in the large room, the floors covered in rich worn rugs, a few soft mounds of pillows strewn about, a few small tables with oil lamps burning atop where some gathered to talk quietly and drink something warm. 

luna stoked one of the stoves, bringing the flames up higher, brighter, hotter. her eyes moved over her shoulder to bailey and as luna settled herself to sit on the rug more comfortably she patted the spot beside her...to see if the other girl wanted to join her there closer to the fire. “might as well get comfortable.” she murmurs, her accent thick on her tongue from her quiet words. “it’ll take a little while for the heat to spread through. all of the bedrooms must be freezing.” she knew they would be, but not for long. others would bring life to stoves on the higher levels of the rig soon enough. for now...luna let the roaring fire in front of her start to warm her bare arms, and she reached to tug a few pillows closer so they had those.