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HOLY SHIT YOUR TAGS ON THE SPIKE WILLOW TARA SET!!! HOW have I never drawn the comparison between Tara and Dru there. It seems sooo obvious reading your tags, much big brain, but I always just looked at daaaw Willow Spike bonding <3
omg THANK YOU!!!!! Something about that Spiral scene feels like such an underrated Spike and Willow connection. I remember my first thought regarding this scene was that his patience with Tara was completely unsurprising. He loved Drusilla. He spent a century caring for her on hand, knee, and foot. I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t even his first time playing “surprise sunshine peekaboo.”
The whole interaction got me thinking about how Spike spent a century in the spot that Willow is in right at that moment, how there was probably a stressful learning curve for him and Dru, shrouded in the mental toll and grief that Willow was only beginning to experience. Without knowing what would come of Tara’s future, I can’t help but think that when Spike looked at Willow, he had a decent idea of what she personally faced.
And then THAT got me thinking about the parallels between William Pratt and early seasons Willow. Them both starting out at earnestly sweet nerds with good intentions, constantly bullied by their peers, growing into their strength and power and self-confidence that kind of kills of bunch of people??? And then inevitably chooses to use their superpower for good??? I mean I don’t really know what to do with these dots but brother I’m connecting them.
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Just a Simple Lie
Chapter 8
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Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Fluff and Angst
A/N:  I really love this chapter and hope you guys do too! As always, this fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome.
Word Count: 4,066
Catch up with chapter 7
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Everything was packed back into the large storage bins they came in. Your desk was cleaned out and everything in your hotel room was shoved into a suitcase and a duffle bag. Filming had been completed in the Great White North. There were a couple of scenes that needed to be reshot, but that wouldn’t be more than a week. Monica had changed your flights to an earlier time, stating she didn’t want to sit around the worn-out motel room when she could be headed home to sunny skies. This only caused slight panic on your end. You hated being rushed. Sure, you were a last-minute packer, but when it was unofficially part of your job to make sure all wardrobe and set accessories were returning back to the states, it stressed you out.
The plane would be boarding in a matter of minutes and Monica thought now was the perfect time to grab coffee. You on the other hand were digging through your carry-on bag. Joanna had quite the sweet tooth, even more now that she was pregnant. You had picked up a bag of maple candy but of course you couldn’t find it. You phone buzzed in your purse that was on the empty seat next to you. Zipping up your carry-on, you picked up the bag on your left and dug through the bottomless pit that was your purse, finding both the maple candy as well as your phone.
Chris: What are you doing?
Y/N: I can tell you what I’m not doing…sleeping. Relaxing. Sipping a Mai Tai by the pool. But not the pool here at the hotel, but the pool at my apartment complex where it’s a lot warmer.
Chris: 😂😂😂
Chris had flown to Boston for a couple of days since he didn’t have to be back to California for filming for another three days.
Chris: Bet you can’t wait for filming to be done.
Y/N: If you’re asking me today, yes. But I’m sure next week I’ll be missing it.
Chris: Yeah, this was a fun shoot. I’m going to miss everybody. Some more than others.
Y/N:  *Turns around to look behind me*
Y/N: Who me?
You could feel your face grow warmer and warmer. Thankfully, Monica hadn’t returned.
Chris: You have to know I care about you.
“Fuck,” you swore.
Chris: Of course, I’m going to miss you.
Miss. Just another point in the “this is temporary” bucket. You’d miss him too. There was no doubt in your mind.
Y/N: I’m going to miss you too.
Y/N: Monica is giving me the evil eye for not paying attention to her. See you back in Cali.
She wasn’t back, but he didn’t have to know that. This conversation was getting to be too much for you. Your resolve was breaking. You shut off your phone just as Monica appeared with two large to go cups and a small plastic bag full of cream capsules and sweeteners.
“Life saver,” you said, grabbing one of the cups.
**
Reshoots were now complete. Despite your better judgement, you had spent a large amount of time in Chris’ trailer. Purely innocent of course. He wooed you with gourmet coffee and kept you coming back with pastries. All of it better than what was being served by Craft Services. He found a bakery near the studio the day he was back on set for reshoots and just kept going back. Chris was footing the bill, so you really couldn’t complain. It was like the two of you were trying to spend as much time together as possible. Both of you knowing this would probably be it. Chris didn’t have any other projects with Stone Lite and since your contract was with the studio, you wouldn’t be working together any time soon.
The studio did indeed extend your contract for another movie. Monica apparently had the inside scoop as they did want the two of you working together again like she mentioned. The next film was a teen romantic comedy and the only names you had recognized were the two leads that had done a few things for the Disney Channel. You were a closet Disney freak, what could you say?
The wrap party was in two nights and since you were staying on with the studio, you were going. But Chris didn’t need to know that.
“You’re going,” Chris said bumping his elbow into your side.
You were snug between him and Dodger on his trailer’s couch. The sleeping dog’s nose rested slightly on your thigh. The Evans boys needed to learn a thing or two about space.
Shaking your head like a child, you kept your eyes on your phone reading through e-mails about the next film that would start filming in three weeks.
“Don’t shake your head at me. It’s the last time we’ll be together. I mean, um, all of us will be together.”
You looked up, giving him a disinterested stare. You caught his words, but you were trying to keep it together here. “I don’t know. Seems kind of lame. I mean, I see you guys every day.”
“You’re a pain in my ass. You know that?”
“I think I caught that vibe,” you said jabbing him back with your elbow. “Of course, I’m going. My contract got extended. It would look terrible if I didn’t.”
“Plus, me,” he said with a pout.
“And you Christopher.”
**
The music was blaring. Some C or D list celebrity the studio hired to DJ the party was pumping out early 2000s dance music. You could barely hear Monica who was standing next to you. Everyone was dressed to the nines including yourself. A sparkly black dress Jana threw at you because “I’ll never fit into it again!” she had said dramatically. She acted in high school and college. That was always Ian’s reasoning when she let her emotions take control of the conversation. Her loss was your gain. It hit just at the knees and had cute, puffy cap sleeves. The neckline was cut in a V and showed the tiniest bit of cleavage. Tasteful cleavage as you liked to call it. You would give it back to her at some point after the baby was born. It would sit in the back of your closet after tonight. Besides, it wasn’t like you spent your evenings in fancy Beverly Hills’ hotels every week.
You excused yourself from your small group and wobbled your way to the bar for another drink. The shoes were yours and barely used. Black, sexy leather with a tall skinny heel. You didn’t do heels, but flats just simply wouldn’t do. Not with this dress anyway.
White wine was your drink of choice for the night. You had spent a lot of money on a Lyft to the party and you would do so on the way home too, so you planned to have drinks. But you were not getting wasted. Not in your fancy borrowed dress and most certainly not in these shoes.
You leaned against the polished wood bar, careful not to lean on the parts that were wet with condensation from drinks that were placed on it earlier in the night. The small black clutch was held tightly in your left hand as the fingers on your right drummed to OutKast’s Hey Ya.
An arm was thrown around your shoulders as you felt the weight of a body pushed against you. It was Chris. You could smell the spice of his cologne without even looking.
“Howdy stranger. What’ll it be? I’m buying,” you joked, not sparring him a glance.
“Is that because the studio’s picking up the tab tonight?”
You turned to face him, his arm dropping off of your shoulder. He stepped in closer, your back hitting the bar. He breath fanned against your face, smelling like beer and mint.  
Apparently, Mr. Evans likes to pre-game it.
“Maybe so. I tip well though.” You turned back around seeing that your wine glass was waiting for you. You dropped a couple of ones into the large glass picture placed just below the counter top.
“Next round,” he said. “My brother’s grabbing us some drinks.”
“Ah, that elusive brother of yours is here?” you asked.
Chris had talked so much about Scott that you felt like you knew him.
He nodded his head, biting at his lower lip. “You look great by the way.”
You curtsied, which only caused him to laugh. “Not looking so bad yourself, Chris.” But when did he not look better than most? Black dress pants with a black button-down shirt tucked in. A textured black belt around his waist breaking up the full black attire a bit.
His cheeks tinted pink. Looking past you, he waved someone over. Most likely his brother.
“Y/N, this is Scott,” he started before his brother came into view behind you.
Two beers in hand, he walked past you, handing one off to Chris. “Finally. This one never shuts up. I was afraid he’d lost it and you didn’t actually exist.”
“And I feel like we’re already friends. I know your shoe size and favorite restaurant back in Massachusetts.”
“If I didn’t already know my brother blabs about me, I’d think I have a stalker on my hands.” He set his bottle on the bar top and wrapped you in a hug. It took you by surprise for a moment, making you wobble on your feet.
“Good to meet you too Scott,” you chuckled.
He picked up his bottle and pinged it against your glass. “You too!”
“Where’s Travis?” Chris asked, looking around the space, taking a sip from his bottle.
“He’s not here. Working,” you added as an after-thought.
Yeah, I suppose significant others comes to these types of things.
Chris furrowed his brow and gave Scott a look you couldn’t read. The two of them seemed to have a silent conversation while you nervously sipped on your wine.
“We should dance!” Scott blurted, grabbing your mostly full glass from your hand and setting it on the bar. He reached your hand and pulled you to the dance floor. You turned backed to Chris who stayed put, bottle tipped at his lips.
Get Low had just started play over the sound system. Scott held both of your hands in his while he indeed got low to the ground bringing a smile to your lips.
“Come on!” he encouraged.
A giggle erupted out of your mouth that didn’t sound like your own. With your hands still embraced in his, your hips swayed back and forth with you knees bending bringing you close to the floor. You slowly swayed back up only for Scott to start to go down. You were having a blast and you wished that you had met Scott Evans sooner.
**
The night went on with you successfully dodging the several shot glasses that were handed your way. Your big mouth had gotten you in enough trouble over the course of this shoot when alcohol was involved. You had one additional glass of wine and had already switched to water.
After taking several pictures in the makeshift photobooth with various crew members, you found yourself back on the dance floor. You didn’t have a full range of motion with the shoes you were wearing but you could sway and raise your hands up with the best of them.
Monica, who you didn’t see as much of a dancer, and Maggie, had trapped you in the middle of their makeshift dance circle along with about two dozen or so sweaty bodies. Everyone was letting loose and having a good time, so you let yourself as well.
The Evans brothers joined your intimate group on the dance floor much to Monica’s delight. You were pretty sure you heard her say “thank god” when Chris danced his way to you. The man could move and you had a hard time keeping to the beat of Usher’s Yeah! while your eyes stayed glued to him.
Hollaback came on to a chorus of screams from all the women on the dance floor. You threw your head back with laughter but sang right along with everyone else with one hand in the air.
Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl
Chris left the dance floor a couple of times, each time returning with a new bottle of beer. Disappointment flooded your mind when you remembered this would probably be the last time, you’d see him. You really wanted to just hangout with your friend and talk in one of the booths that lined the back wall. It was quieter over there, but he was having fun and drinking quite a bit.
It was like a junior high dance when half the dance floor disappeared when Aerosmith’s I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing started to play. Maggie, Monica, and you huddled with your arms linked dancing slowly to the music. A strong tug on your arm had you dropping hands with Maggie. Chris reached for it, placing it on his shoulder while his hands went to your waist.
Oh. Oh!
You placed your other hand on his shoulder and looked around the large room as the two of you swayed. This was so much like a school dance except the cute boy had chosen you instead of you finding a seat on the bleachers.
“So, you come here often?” Humor was your distraction of choice.
You were nervous and often used humor as a way to make yourself calm down. You were already sweating from being on the dance floor for over an hour. Being so close to him wasn’t helping.
Chris smiled at you with sleepy eyes. “I’m gonna miss you, you know? Not gonna be the same.” You nodded your head, trying to concentrate on the song rather than the man in front of you. “You’re gonna meet a whole new group of people on your next film and forget all about me.”
You shook your head. “Not possible.”
“Gonna go off and get married. To that kid,” he shook his head and lowered his eyes. He had a barely there smile on his face, but he was sad. There was no mistaking it. “You happy?” he asked, eyes finding yours.
“Ye-yeah. I’m happy, Chris.”
Chris leaned his head forward and kissed your forehead with that soft pouty mouth.  You closed your eyes and took a big breath through your nose. You lowered your head so that it rested on his shoulder. This was all too much. It was all over and there was no going back. If you could do it all again, there would be no ring on your finger. No pretend fiancé. You probably wouldn’t have this job, but at least you wouldn’t have this sadness in your heart.
The song ended and you let your arms fall of his shoulder. Someone smacked your butt making you whip around to see a sly smile on Monica’s face.
“Brat!” you yelled.
She put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. “You lucky bitch.”
You laughed loudly and hugged her as she pulled you back into the ladies’ dance circle. You turned your head to see Chris leave the dance floor, Scott following after him.
**
It was late and about half the attendees had already left for the evening. Some of the crew were going to a diner about a block away for food since everyone was mainly drunk and hungry. You hadn’t seen Chris since your impromptu slow dance. He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, or at least you didn’t think he would. After searching a bit, you shot him a text telling him about the plans for the diner and to call you. You stepped outside into the chilly evening air, regretting not slipping on a jacket before you left your place. David, his wife, Monica, Joe, Javier, and Maggie were waiting for you.
“Y/N.”
You spun around to see Chris in the opposite direction on the sidewalk, cigarette in his hand. He took a puff of it before throwing it to the ground and blowing the smoke away from you. It surprised you because you’d never actually seen him smoke before.
“Hey,” you said, taking a few steps closer to him. “We’re going to grab something to eat. Want to come with? I sent you a text.” He licked his lips, hands going into his front pockets. He didn’t respond, so you spoke again. “Where’s Scott?”
“He’s inside. He knows some people here.” Chris shook his head. “Can we talk?”
“Uh, yeah. Give me a sec.”
You turned back the other way where your group was huddled. “I’ll meet you there. Save me a seat.”
“You got it,” David said.
Chris waited for you just outside the hotel door. The doorman opened it for you and the two of you stepped inside. The dance music had ended and but there were still plenty of people at the bar in the private room. Chris grabbed your hand and pulled you into a room that was labeled Business Center on the door. He shut the door behind you and turned to face you. He didn’t speak and if you were being honest, you were scared to death. He had drank a lot over the course of the night, but he didn’t seem drunk.
“What did you want to talk about?” you asked hesitantly.
This dress needs pockets.
The urge to hide is strong and you don’t know why. Something just didn’t feel right.
“Why isn’t Travis here, Y/N?”
“I told you, work.”
“That’s bullshit. That’s bullshit, Y/N. It’s late.”
“He’s working on a new script. We understand each other. Work is important to the both of us.”
Chris ran a hand through his hair, messing up the perfectly styled hairdo.
“Are you happy, Y/N?” Before you could respond, he started to speak again. “Cause you don’t seem happy.”
“God Chris. Where is this coming from?” You turned your back to him, crossing your arms.
“Why are you marrying him, Y/N?”
Every time he says your name, it’s like a nail in your heart.
“I love him.” It’s weak and even you know it. “He’s one of my best friends.”
Neither of those things is a lie. Just not the whole truth.
He comes to stand close behind you, but you don’t turn around.
“He’s not right for you. You never talk about him. We filmed for over three months and he only showed up for like two days, Y/N. You never went home to see him when you could have. He never called you or texted you when we were together. And we were together a lot.”
“What do you want me to say Chris?” You turned around to face him and he looked so damn defeated. “Not every couple needs to be together all the time.”
He shook his head. “Don’t marry him, Y/N.” You let out a puff of air, dropping your butt into one of the office rolling chairs, crossing your arms again. “He’s not right for you.”
This is too much. This was supposed to be easy.
“This isn’t fair, Chris. Why are you doing this?”
He dropped his hands onto the chair’s armrests, hovering over you. “I don’t want you to make this big mistake.”
“It’s not that simple. There are things you don’t know.”
Fuck!
He pushed away from you and turned his back.
“I care about you,” he sighed, taking another deep breath. “Does he make you laugh? Do you smile when you think about him?” He turns back around and now you can see that his eyes are glossy. “Don’t marry him.”
 “Please don’t do this,” you said softly, dropping your face into your hands.
“You deserve everything.”
Dropping your hands from your face, you stood up and turned away from him again. “Oh, yeah? Why? What do I deserve, Chris?”
“Jesus, Y/N! Can’t you see that I’m crazy about you?” he pleaded.
You turned back around, with your eyes wide. “Chris,” you said softly.
He stepped forward and took your hands in his. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve someone who loves you more than they ever dreamed imaginable. Someone who treats you like the sweet, beautiful, caring woman you are.” He brought your hands to his lips, kissing each one softly. “I want to hear your voice every day. I want to see your smile because when I’m with you, I can only smile. I want to know what you had to eat. What dumb thing David texted you about,” he chuckled. “If not me, you deserve someone who wants all those things from you.”
You couldn’t help yourself. If anyone asked you about it later, you’d say you temporarily gone insane. With you head leaning closer to his, you closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him. It was soft and sweet and over too quickly but the urge to have him stop talking and the urge to feel his lips on yours won over your rational side. You pulled back only to have him place a hand on the back of your head and pull you to him again. His tongue sought entrance as it played at the crease of your lips. You pulled away. This wasn’t fair to him. He had to know the truth.
Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks. Thick, fat tears because of all the wonderful things he’s said about you but also because you’ve been lying to this wonderful man. Chris let go of your right hand and wiped away the tears on your cheeks.
“I’m not,” you started. “I’m not marrying Travis.”
“You’re not?”
You shook your head no. “We’re not together. Can we sit down?” Chris nodded and pulled one of the other rolling chairs over to the one you previously occupied.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” he asked.
“Stone Lite has an odd hiring practice that most people in the industry know about. It’s not anything official because I’m pretty sure they could get into a lot of trouble if it were.” You took a deep breath. “You’re more likely to get hired if you’re married.” Chris furrowed his brow, but he didn’t speak. “So, I wore a ring to my interview and said I was engaged when I was asked. But I’m not.”
“Wow,” he said, eyes wide. He pushed back on the chair, putting a couple of feet between you, but it felt like a mile.
“I didn’t think it would be a big deal. I didn’t expect people to ask so many questions.” You shook your head. “But the hiring practice is true. Monica’s been with the studio for a couple of years, yet I still got to work with you and Keanu.”
“So, what? You were going to just be engaged to Travis forever so you could keep a job?” He sounded angry and you couldn’t fault him.
“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t know. For a while anyway.” He stood up and paced the small space. “I wanted to tell you. I really did.”
“Then why didn’t you? We were friends.”
Were.
“This is my career, Chris. Getting a job here is a big deal. I’ve been floating for years on small projects and don’t get me wrong, I loved those jobs, but they weren’t enough. I was tired of slinging beer and hot wings just to make sure I could make it to the next film.”
He stopped pacing and walked the few feet to reach you. “You could have told me. You should have told me instead of having some guy fly to Canada to pretend to be your fiancé. I trusted you, didn’t you trust me?”
You looked away from him. He was right. You could have told him so many times but you were so worried it would have gotten out. “I just didn’t think this would go so far.” You honestly weren’t sure if you meant the lie, or what was happening between you and Chris. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, still too afraid to look at him.
“Yeah,” he said, sounding defeated. “Me too.”
The sound of the door opening and then closing made you look up. He was gone.
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THE PURPLE FEATHER
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Please understand i am a fictional novelist, nothing in this book is based on truth or lies, instead.. a collage of characters, who assume revelation through the years.and in time we acquire permitted nihilism to accept we are eventually mortally delivered from the enemy who beats in our steps until we can be victorious, until then  
   She looked out the side of her eye. Laura stood beside her. She pulled the bow fast between her fingers. The arrow flew through the air and did a spin hitting the bullseye. Out of the bag she
Pulled the arrow and in a perfect stance hit the next. She in a coy jest, handed the the archery bow to Laura and set an arrow in her hand to explain the bow. A ray of sun shot through the clouds and Laura with a glint in her eye took the arrow out of the palm of her hand and placed it neatly into the bows side, pulled back like an expert waiting fast to the trigger, and, in an almost slow motion the arrow let go, and the feather of the arrow struck in her thumb. The wound would remain unhealed for the rest of her life. In a recovery of time, however the tragedy, she would remember how to release the pain and disruption from this moment on as it took occurrence.
     Mildred and Laura walked through the day as young girls at camp.They held many ways through their hide away from home There talks were numerous discussions of books like “To Kill a Mockingbird., “ “Tom Sawyer”, and “ Gulliver's travels.”. They stayed enchanted walking down
To the river where trees of Huckleberries lines the woods. They would fill their buckets and stain their fingers  into the branches. In their one piece bathing suits their chest stood flat and erect as they dove in hand and hand into the freezing water of the lake by a muddy bank.The friendship they shared each summer with dusty days of horse riding worn in boots and flip showers. Trunks and duffle bags,old bibles, sunday whites, and Indian tribes souvenirs.The old pines and revelry,watermelon fourth of july, and june birthdays. Team cheers, glee clubs, an old Southern piano at the lodge. Peanut butter apples, and singing cow trucks. Sippin cider girls all aboard. Grass roots, scavenger hunts and flashlights, and carpenter ants everywhere. The steps to the cabins  were solid wood, and the floors were hard. Each bed an iron single.the wool blankets kept them warm through the cold nights.
      Each star was thought to gaze over the campers with moon and pythacolyn blue sky. Into their brief time their childhood grief was covered and soothed, and the shame that the smaller people of the world carry from giant tyrannical belligerent corruption, cracking noises from other rooms and ill repute lipsticks and old cigar boxes and stolen dollar bills of the lacking population of ignorance and greed. Drunken hoots, and a mother's surgery.the fallen god then delivered them home. The smells of the sap still on their shoes with hurried note pads, and favorite nightshirts to remember their devotional and favorite counselors with campers address. A few awards to be put in scrapbooks, pictures, and some saved pieces of rock candy. Wisped back on the train, and then gone.
     Laura and Mildred where both from the state of Mississippi. Mildred was from the Mississippi Delta. Her father was a Doctor. Laura's’ family was from the Mississippi Gulf coast. Their family’s property was called Twin Oaks. it was beachfront. By fifteen years old Laura was sent of to a Catholic boarding school in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was her last year at camp,she took the train out of Hattiesburg,Ms. Where the end of this novel occurs.she got to the cabin, and all the girls were excited and peppy except for a few who hovered around the back of the cabin. Laura saw a shadow and smelled smoke, startled, she ran back. “Where is Mildred?””Mildred stayed at home, they say she moved in with her boyfriend.” Laura was shocked and went immediately mute. Silently that night she stayed up with her flash light and wrote to her to explain to her a boy in New Orleans had raped her and taken her virginity. She him to her. She had not told anyone. His name was Jake Stephens. He was Spanish.   
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                                                     THE LIGHTING GIRL
                                                                                                                         He uncovered my tomb as we lifted through the frost at 11 degrees below Walked in harmony through the New Orleans avenue in colors light and blue We awoke in a Christmas spell under a faucet to theorize the fright on St. patrick’s day. We moved with mary magedelines’ soul as we found a sheet Of paper to give the wretched city, that would not deliver it’s silver chalice into Gold.a leather glove of want.then bending on his knee.the electric drama then Delivered on a second hand ride. The icy field where no syllable is found.Destroyed for shelter or a haunt.the dead hand of glory.I there in temporary Distaste or rejection, and mortal parasite. The control of your mind and soul. Do pray to her with detorior defecation.your primadonna.elected this mantis to Scitz. The bloom unfolding,as all forgiveness to should be. My soul to my future Beloved, before then to him to be pure.My stolen elective a bonnie trait then Knowing his idolatry. A book of trade as atonement in our own vicissitude. A dowry in the briar patch and The window holding a small bloom, roses drinking the windy water to cleanse My cradle then for him to gaze on my ill begotten wound. A knife thrown to my Soul, a shroud then to harness into the fright of his warrior, with shield and stance If trench battalion, brave to battle, my heart to break..a volatile curse, mama. Searching from face to face, as if some parasite lays down it’s truth to be mine. From it’s glance only belonging to me.I’ll save the inquisition. a A device of Romantic death as if I accept his punishment to know in time the day of his Solace. This dark girl in incrimination the man to challenge, bones and sticks of Witchery, taken to the cold, and wet to be abided, then in the maiden fields, the Pang of pills and needles, fallen and lifted architectural jumps, spies and the evil Observerer, yelling women cut stronger brazen and burst into a child to it’s Innocence of shame, there to see though yourself, just a hateful mimic. Are You warm now, with only a stolen charm.                    
    Jake Stephens was a dark and deathly soul that appeared Christal to his following. He lived his fatality out through suicidal dives since he was fifteen years old. His clever and artful skills Held him through crowds of girls as his lethal revenge manifested in the prisons of New Orleans La. at the age of twenty to twenty five, of rape charges. He stalked through the streets hooded Into dark vampire bars, and carried his own worth with his music which later developed into a Scene of several bands and a crewe of groupies in hit and run fame appearances. Lake rarely held fast to anyone, and held his appearance from the public light with many different disguises
He was very gifted in acting and theatre. His movements were slick and agile and he had almost a monstrous dracule look in his eye. They were very heavy and dark brown. Through the sooted streets of New Orleans one thing inked through his mind ...Laura, Laura,Laura.”she’ll Shed this beast from my heart.
    Laura was accepted into Tulane University after her boarding school years, however nervous with her family's disapproval she also applied to Loyola. She chose Tulane on a scholarship.Her mother a traditional Catholic was broken hearted, however her father with proud business gain Demanded her acceptance. Laura spent the Summer on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Her mother and her spent time shopping and getting her wardrobe together. They drove to magazine street to antique stores to browse and grab a bite to eat. Her Mother, Clair viewed the school together, and they had a little tour guide of New Orleans, even though she had gone to boarding school there. They ended there trip at Jax brewery of off Canal.There they bought items for her dorm room and a few of her favorite books, plus bags of candy, and some plaid skirts.Clair described sorority rush hesitating saying it’s fun like camp, altogether knowing it might be a mistake.
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                                      To be continued……..1/30/19
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vcg73 · 7 years ago
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Witch!Kurt #31: Getting Ready
This one is simply Kurt and Adam getting ready to go out. Next time I will do the bachelor party. I make no promise that will be no more incidentals after this one. They tend to creep up on me unexpectedly! 
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“I know it’s rather late to be asking, given that the event starts in an hour, but are you sure you don’t mind the idea of a shared bachelor party?” Adam asked, joining Kurt in front of the long dressing mirror where he was fixing his hair. 
He met Adam’s reflected eyes. “Not at all. Since we have mostly the same friends, and they would have either had to throw two parties or split us up between them if we did it the regular way, this seems more sensible to me. Besides, I’ve always hated the idea that a man is supposed to be so reluctant to get married that he requires a night of wild debauchery to face up to it. Anyone who feels that way shouldn’t be getting married at all, and you can take that from someone who felt like he was having increasingly heavier weights piled on his shoulders every day closer to Labor Day.”
“Labor Day?” 
“The day Blaine picked for us to get married.”  
Adam made a sour face. “Chosen with no input from you, I suppose. Appropriate, though, considering he was anticipating being able to mooch off your heard-earned physical and emotional labor for the rest of his sodding life.”
“I hadn’t thought of it that way before,” Kurt said, shaking his head ruefully. He still felt disgusted and rather ashamed when something reminded him of just how much of his autonomy he had given up to be with Blaine. Even without the dirty magic affecting his will, he had spent too long allowing Blaine to make all the relationship decisions while he stayed in the shadows just to keep the fighting to a minimum. “Actually, I think he just picked it because it was the last day of summer break before school would begin again. This was before he bombed out of NYADA.”
Adam’s only response was a grunt that somehow expressed his opinion of Blaine and his “talent” better than any words could have.
“I’d much rather just bid a fond and mutual farewell to our screwed up pasts and drink a toast to a happy future together tonight,” Kurt continued. Then his smile faltered a little. “Oh, unless . . . Were you trying to tell me that you did want a separate party? Because I’m sure we could still call the Apples and . . .”
“No,” Adam cut in quickly, stopping him from reaching for his phone as he realized that Kurt was about to jump into one of his characteristically self-sacrificing gestures. “No wild oats or fear of a metaphorical ball and chain here, love. I feel the same way about making this a shared positive memory, and you must know that I’d marry you this instant. Though I couldn’t swear to my own safety once the coven got hold of me if we were to skip their gathering and elope.”
Kurt had relaxed again at the reassurance. “Me too. I don’t entirely know what to expect from next week’s ceremony, but I’m pretty sure Brittany would cry if she missed out on attending, and then Santana would be out for my blood, and Dani and Elliott would probably disown me, especially if I took that away from them and also made them miss out on throwing a double bachelor party.” 
“Ditto Clark and Tonya,” Adam agreed, remembering how excited his old chums had been when Dani and Elliott had asked if they wanted to help plan the event. He was delighted that the two groups were getting along so well. “The only reason I asked is that I had thought you might wish for a more private soiree to bid farewell to boyhood and single life. A night out with just the girls perhaps, since you’ve always been their particular pet, or hunting up some of your New Directions folk for an old-time chorus party.” 
“No. I’ll admit, there was a time when I couldn’t have imagined anything else, but I’m a lot more comfortable in mixed company now than I was in high school. And I’ve got Santana, Brittany, and Johnny from the old gang. Plus Artie Abrams is supposed to be there tonight and he’s bringing another McKinley friend who just moved to the city as his guest. I don’t think you’ve ever met Unique, but I’m sure you’ll love her.”  Kurt laughed. “Besides, it won’t take much to coax a song out of anyone. I’ll get my chorus party no matter what.”
Adam smiled, knowing that would indeed be the case. The two of them seemed to attract song-birds wherever they went. “So in short, a party with food and drink, songs and laughs, a mixture of old and new friends, with the one you love most by your side sounds as good to you as it does to me?”
“Practically paradise,” he sighed, tipping his head sideways for a moment to rest against Adam’s handy shoulder. 
Adam stared fondly at their reflection for a moment, then his attention was distracted by the sight of his necktie, rumpled and hanging at an odd left-leaning angle over the breast pocket of his new dress shirt. He made a disgusted noise and tugged at the knot, trying to get it even again. “How can this bloody thing have got cocked up in just ten minutes? I swear it’s having its own way every time I take my eyes off it. You haven’t gone and given Johnny permission to joke-spell my wardrobe have you?”
Giving his sky-high coif a satisfied pat, Kurt set his bottle of sculpting conditioner aside and turned to help. His eyes danced. “I would never do that. It does sound like Johnny’s sense of humor, but I think you’re safe. He and Monica have each sent about 20 texts today related to magical body and soul infusion, so I think they’re safely obsessed elsewhere.”  
As he spoke, Kurt pulled the abused tie free of Adam’s fretful fingers and gently stroked a few wrinkles out of the dark cherry-patterned silk before tucking it back around Adam’s collar, which he also deftly straightened before tying the cloth back into a swift, runway-perfect Windsor knot and smoothing it over Adam’s chest with a fond pat. “There you go. Stop taking out your nerves on this and it will be fine.”
“Thank you,” Adam said, shaking his head over the easy efficiency. A minute in Kurt’s capable hands and the tie looked better than it ever did after suffering his own haphazard fumbling. His dad had taught him how to do up a proper knot when he was ten and facing his first school uniform, but Adam never had or would share Kurt’s natural affinity for clothing. Vowing to keep his hands off the masterpiece lest he ruin it again, Adam put his hands into the pockets of his black straight-leg jeans and allowed himself a little pivot to and fro, admiring the overall effect. “Not half bad if I say it myself.”
Kurt’s eyes swept his form from the neatly gelled peaks of his golden-blond hair to the tips of his new chocolate brown suede Oxford shoes. “You look healthy and handsome, and I love this outfit on you, although you look so good in it that I’m tempted to skip the party and peel you out of it again.”
Preening under his beloved’s approving gaze, Adam said, “Why thank you, sir. I must say that I regret our timetable as well. The spot of necking when we arrived home was very nice indeed, but this navy silk with the black laces down the front makes me want to unwrap you like a present, and damn the consequences.”
“What, this old thing?” Kurt teased, smoothing the shirt and tucking it more securely into his hip-hugging leather pants. The skin tight black material had thin navy laces down the side of each leg to provide a coordinated contrast with the shirt. He had created the outfit himself, winning his very first photo op in Vogue dot com’s ‘one to watch’ section that Isabelle used to showcase up and coming designers. With a sly glance toward Adam, Kurt loosened the shirt laces slightly, adjusting them to reveal small diamonds of pale flesh from chest to navel.
Adam groaned. “Not fair. Those trousers are already doing evil things to me on their own.” Running a fingertip over one of the matching exposures at Kurt’s hip, he said, “The lack of underwear is a bold choice.”
“Well, I have to make one concession to wild singledom, right?” Kurt said playfully, raising both arms and bumping his hip against Adam’s. Then he laughed. “Actually, though, I’m not as risque as you think.”
Adam considered this, tilting his head to take a closer look at Kurt’s bum. “Thong?”
He nodded. “I don’t like them, but I have to bite the bullet with this outfit. A couple of high school experiences taught me that leather plus commando turns me into a gross sweaty mess.”
“Baby powder is helpful, I’m told.”
“It is. Trust me, there are some places you just do not want to risk being chafed, but I still hate it. I wish I was one of those people who could just glisten attractively, or stay completely cool under stress, but I sadly inherited my father’s hard-working pores.”
Adam playfully sniffed at his neck, then kissed it. "I rather like you wrapped up in a layer of manly musk.”
A burst of laughter responded. “Oh, well. Then I’m sure you’ll be absolutely swooning by the time I’ve been pulled onto the stage or dance floor half a dozen times. And so will I, because I overheard some of the gang laying out plans for us, so don’t think you’re getting out of providing some of this evening’s entertainment.”
Kurt’s hands went up, stopping Adam’s hand from rising to fidget with his abused tie again at the reminder of the crowd he would be facing tonight. “Sorry,” Adam said, cheeks flushing. “S’pose I’m a bit nervous about this still.”
Lacing Adam’s fingers between his own, Kurt lifted them to rest over his heart. “I was only teasing. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable and nobody will think badly of you if you don’t. And if anyone gets too drunk and persistent, send them to Tubbington. He’s promised to be a sort of chaperone tonight and keep everyone in line so all of us ‘kids’ can have fun.”
Startled, Adam laughed. “Somehow, L.T. is not the first one who springs to mind when I think of responsible chaperones.”
“Me either, but after Brittany squashed all of his wilder suggestions, I guess he decided he might as well just be the grown-up instead. He doesn’t show off what he can do very often, but I trust his ability to handle things if anybody gets out of line. Have you ever noticed that even Santana is respectful to him?”
“I have. When she gets sharp and snarly with everyone, Tubbington finds an excuse to take her off on an errand. We haven’t had a single explosion of outright cruelty since he formally adopted her as his second Familiar charge.”
Kurt nodded. “Exactly, so trust him and trust me. I’ll be there the whole time. I really want you to come out and receive your share of the love I know all of our friends are putting into this party.”
Adam relaxed, allowing Kurt’s happy anticipation to reignite his own and push the fear back down. “Thank you, darling. I’ll do my best. And maybe I will give the stage a go. Though it’s been a long while since I sang a song for any audience but you and the family, so hopefully the others won’t be expecting too much.”
“The plan is for both of us to get completely shit-faced, dance like we’re receiving electroshock, and dominate the karaoke stage like Rachel Berry searching for the perfect duet partner,” Kurt said with such a solemn face that Adam almost believed he was serious. Then he laughed and Adam relaxed again. “Kidding. Drink, sing, and dance if you feel like it, or stay in your seat and just nurse a soda if you prefer. Though I may insist on one duet together if you’re feeling confident.”
"That sounds very nice, love. Either way, I don’t want you to feel that you can’t get up and have fun without me. This is your celebration as much as mine, and I want you to enjoy it.  Though on that note, I do promise I’ll keep you from doing anything that you’ll be ashamed to report to Burt next time you speak.”
Kurt covered his mouth, but a snort escaped anyway at the reminder that his father would almost certainly ask him all about the party the next time they spoke. “Thanks, I may need the help. Keep the others from getting any audio/video evidence to use as blackmail and I promise I’ll keep anyone from hounding you to perform.”
“Deal,” he said. He kissed Kurt, stroking the back of his head with gentle fingertips. Kurt had been too busy to visit his stylist over the last couple of weeks and Adam loved playing with those little curls when he had the chance.
Kurt returned the kiss eagerly, willing his love to give Adam strength for the evening ahead. “Should we call someone to come Teleport us?” he asked after a moment, putting a hand on Adam’s chest and backing up a step, reminding them both that they needed to get moving if they did not want to be late for their own party.
Adam considered it. “Would you object to taking a walk up to the Garden Street circle? It’s nippy tonight, but if we bundle up it shouldn’t be bad. I’d like a chance to center myself before we face the mob.”
“That sounds good. I could use a little exercise before gorging myself on snacks and booze,” Kurt agreed, happy and a little surprised at the suggestion. Adam found walking out in the world to be more of a challenge at night, when the atmosphere was dark and close. He had been spending a few minutes out on ‘that bloody fire-escape’ every morning, until the wide-open platform began losing its dread, and Elliott had made a copy of his friend’s new work schedule so the coven could take turns acting as escort whenever Adam walked to and from Bui’s Tea. 
Adam had not bought the ‘I just happened to be going that way’ excuse for long, but he was grateful for the distraction of friendly company on his bad days, and even more for his new friends’ willingness to let him go it alone on the days when he felt that he could handle it. The good days were slowly coming to outnumber the bad, but Adam still rarely ventured out after dark. The route he was suggesting tonight was well lit, which would help, and there were always hopeful cabbies milling around that particular area, so it wouldn’t take long to catch a ride to Callbacks.
Both young men bundled themselves up in coats, gloves, and scarves. Adam tugged his favorite blue woolen beanie over his blond hair and cocked his head when he saw that Kurt was doing without. “No hat? Darling, it can’t be more than one degree C out there tonight.” He picked up another of his collection, a cheery red and cream creation that he had knit during some of his long hours of convalesce, and offered it to Kurt.   
“I’m fine,” he said, stepping back as though he feared the woolen hat would somehow force itself upon his head if he got too close. “It’s sweet of you to offer, but I didn’t spend an hour getting my hair perfect just to mash it down flat again with that. I just hope I used enough hair spray to counteract the wind.”
“I’m sure you have, but I don’t want you to catch cold and I think you’re forgetting a little skill I’ve got,” Adam said, pulling off his beanie and twitching his fingertips to make his own wavy locks curl, straighten, spike, and then go back to normal again. “I can fix it up in a wink if you get mussed. And if you don’t care for this hat, you could wear one of your more ‘fabulous’ examples.”
Kurt had perked up at the idea of a ready magical solution to any hair related catastrophes that might befall him, but at Adam’s second suggestion he gasped, “Oh!”, clasped his hands and hopped in sudden excitement, and dashed into the bedroom where Adam immediately heard the sounds of rummaging. When Kurt left Lima for New York, he had left behind much of his accessory collection out of fear that it would be either be out of style, or that he would not have enough room for them if he ended up living in a broom closet somewhere. He had asked Carole to pack and send them after Christmas.
When he reemerged, it was not so much walking as strutting. Kurt’s left fist rested on his exposed hip as he held his long black wool coat back on one side and vamped slowly into the room. On his head was perched a tall black top hat, around which he had wrapped a blue silk scarf to form a trailing hat band that created the perfect accent for his runway ready ensemble. Doing a spin on one booted foot to make the streamers dance, he then bowed and doffed his new addition at Adam. 
Adam made impressed noises as he walked a slow circle around Kurt. “Here I thought you were marrying me for my stunning good looks, but I see now that I needed a fallback position, for I have become entirely eclipsed by my stunning fiance.”
With a grin and a kiss to his cheek, Kurt said, “You’d better stop that or we really will be late to the party.” He began fastening up his coat and pulling his gloves back on. “Are you ready for this?”
"As I’ll ever be. Let’s go. We’ll take the long way ‘round, and you can help me come up with a perfect song for our couples duet.”
Recognizing both a show of faith in Kurt’s ability to keep him safe along the way, and a promise to try his best to overcome his fears and have just fun tonight, Kurt squeezed Adam’s hand. “Sounds great. But you know I’m staking a preemptive claim to the powerhouse divas, right?”
“Not a problem as long as you’re singing with me,” Adam laughed, letting go of Kurt’s hand just long enough to lock the door behind them. “But if you go up with Elliott, he may fight you for them.”
“Only Diana Ross,” Kurt quipped, putting up the additional ward against magical intruders with a quick toss of his head. 
Hand in hand, the young couple headed toward the building stairwell and started walking down, the bright sounds of laughter and playful arguments over song suggestions echoing cheerfully behind them. 
The End
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skullssales · 5 years ago
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Gothic & Horror Themed Clothing! | Avelina De Moray
Today i’ve a bit haul/evaluation video for you, on a company that contacted me referred to as malefic apparel. So there is full disclosure, i will with yes this can be a backed video as they were variety adequate to send me a variety of their merch for me to try out and do an honest evaluation, so let’s ! Good day Avelina De Moray here, welcome back to my channel i’m hoping you all are doing good i will by means of saying that this video was once quite difficult for me to movie and that had nothing to do with the merchandise it used to be that I actually could not to find each piece that they gave me.
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I’ve been sporting so lots of them I needed to go through like six washing basket after which some the place in the dryer or in the outdoor on the clothesline. And the whole lot is black!! You know how difficult it is to find that one single object, when the whole thing is black!!!!!! Anyway first world issues correct!!! I labored through it, I’ve obtained the whole lot here and let’s start with what i am wearing!! That is by means of some distance my favorite. Now if you comply with me on instagram (which you must in the event you do not – head on over there!) you might have seen many posts of me carrying this! I lived in it when I was in the usa, it is so cozy. 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on the back and what i love about this hoodie is it’s reduce so I’ve continually desired a slim line longer than traditional hoodie that you can put your palms into and just be tremendous secure but in addition seem very feminine while so I discovered i don’t quite put on hoodies perhaps I did back when I was sixteen or 17 but I very quickly out birth oh look at that kind and that i wasn’t until I put this one on where i’m like hello you recognize what relatively like how that appear what I additionally really like is that the sleeves are super long so in general they discontinue right here they usually’ve bought the little ribbed i am gonna say arm : I don’t know what that is called at this sleeve cap good you guys recognize what i am talking about however this one it comes down low after which the cuff is like twice so long as typical it is a particularly fine reduce to the market being in wintry weather right now this could be superb for you guys for everybody else within the rest 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