#blair : threads.

[dushku]

THIRTEEN HORROR FILMS THAT SCARED TF OUT OF ME!

tag rules: select 13 horror films that at one point in time terrified the hell out of you (gifs optional)

tagged by @pascow

tagging: @moonlight @rachmcadams @stuart-townsend @saw-x @mikaeled

@xenobites @j0el-miller @dhawanmasters and anyone else who wants to do this!

[warrior-of-storms]

I drew people again :) Featuring baby Damian and little Rogue because I wanted to (also bc my sister told me to draw bby rogue and who am I to deny her?)

[lcngdays]

@mr-pulvis // continued

Blair smells pretty strongly of alcohol, but isn't staggering around, so he's probably still got a good handle on himself. He's squinting at Miles now, though, as if he recognizes him from somewhere.

"yeah..." A slow nod. "they were askin' when you'd show up and i just said, hey, i dunno, maybe he's across the street at the serious duck convention an' they all said there was no way."

[thirtecnth]

@endlessreruns / closed event starter / jasper larkin setting: the lake

"Quick, hide me. She's gotta be pissed and I'm trying to stay out of the warpath."

[blairehamilton]

closed starter for @maxdiaz activity: shakespearen showoff

" i used to know all this shit, you know, " blaire whispered to max, eyes locked to where people were answering different questions, questions that blaire knew the answers to at one point in her life. " i took acting classes for years and the first thing, really, that they teach you is shakespeare. " she informed the other casually, shrugging. that was a simpler time in her life, when her mother was still alive and she was actually happy. they were one big happy family at that point and blaire missed it. " i could have won this thing back in the day, i'd be much better than the amateurs up there. " harsh but true, blaire leaned typically more on the blunt side because she knew she was talented. her attitude wouldn't get her anywhere big time, but she didn't care. she'd been through a lot in life and was just over it.

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @persephonyed

"are you gonna freak out if i try to kiss you?" the question rory had intended to ask came out different than what she'd been asking in her head. "i mean — i'm not like... pfft, i'm not just gonna do it. obviously i'd ask. i'm asking?"

[sunshincwitch]

Closed starter for @parkskylar

Location : infamy

Infamy was not exactly the young Witch's scene, but when Blair had insisted she hadn’t protested, happy to be spending time with her friend and happy for the distraction. After months of work she was sure she was close to a breakthrough, and her tracking board had confirmed her suspicion that one of the victims of her covens curse was here in Port Liery. It was enough progress for her to allow herself a night off to just have fun and forget her responsibilities, Blair had argued that she was allowed to have fun irregardless but she was stubborn and wanted real results before she allowed herself such frivolity regularly.

Time passed as a blur in the club, dancing and drinking, and a sprinkle of mushroom dust over the bar fries she had ordered and she was flying, laughing more then she had been in weeks and loving every second. Blair’s company kept her going, kept her up there and happy and made her feel confident out in a crowd. Until she turned to say something to her friends only to see the witch disappearing after a tall, dark and scary looking woman, Cham couldn’t help but roll her eyes and laugh, not mad at all she had been ditched. She was however, now alone, and the club was suddenly too crowded and full of strangers. She refused to turn coward and run back home though, especially since Blair would probably be back in like 10 minutes, 15 if she was being generous.

She looked around, trying to plan her next move and spotted a high top table with an open seat. She focused only on the open seat at first, but when she was closer did she notice the gorgeous woman already there. Holding on to her confidence she kept moving, already committed, she turned on her biggest smile and tried to channel some of Blair’s charisma. “I’ve been abandoned by my friend, and I don’t really want to just wait around alone, besides if she comes back and finds me with a gorgeous woman it’ll make her jealous and maybe think twice about abandoning me again. You don’t mind the company do you?” She asked, leaning in close so the woman could hear her without screaming, biting her lip as she waited for a reply.

[scftlightz]

@theyareinsatiable gets  a  closed  starter  ! muse  :  laurent  le  forestier  . bi .  100+  (37)  .  wealthy  socialite  .  sa.m  r.eid  .  vampire

"  is  there  something  else  you're  expecting  from  me?  "  the  surface  of  his  words  danced  lightly  as  he  pulled  back  the  demanding  tone  that  threated  his  tongue.  his  growing  curiosity  only  forming  into  a deep lack in patience  as  his  perspective  might  have  been  misguided.  "  what  is  it  that  you  want  from  me,  exactly?  i  think  we're  passed  the  time  wasting  game.  "  laurent  tilted  his  chin  upward  with  a  light  dust  of  a  grin.

[cigvrettedvet]

"why aren't we friends anymore, oli?" the question slips past blair's lips long before she can stop it. but it had been bothering her for a while and she wanted answers. the two had been close and suddenly . . . it was like they were strangers. blair had no idea what had gone so wrong. but already blair feels her eyes beginning to grow glossy from tears. // @fatedtragedy

[swcctcrbittcr]

@siiinfully muse: chandler blake inspo: exes and he comes back to town to learn she's taken (he doesn't care)

it'd been years since chandler blake had stepped foot in this town, and he'd be lying if he said he missed it. he didn't, his lifestyle wasn't suited for this place, he desired bigger and better things. but there was one thing he did miss. it was her. blair. and so he makes his way into the bar the two frequented, certain that she would still be there. and she was, perched up all pretty, elbows pressing into the wood of the bar as she leans forward, not seeing him yet. "well, fancy seeing you here." chandler smirks, sliding up next to her, hand resting on her thigh as if years hadn't separated the two of them. "can i buy you a drink?"

[gccdgraces]

@razorfst asked: ❛ i love watching you work . ❜ for blair

⸻ "and here i thought you'd think watching me do paper work for my dad would be boring ," blair teased, diverting her gaze from the file in her lap to glance at the other. her feet casually propped in his lap while her hand furiously wrote notes in the files that her father gave to her. it had been a few weeks since she'd been given these assignments and she had yet to put how any of the hits had gone into their respective files. though to any one else's eyes, it'd just look like she was doing patient files for her surgeon of a father.

[dontleaflily]

*/ @whisperdreams-blair at Lily's tailor shop

Even though Lily has gotten used to it by now, it still kind of stings when she lifts up a piece of fabric and a forgotten needle pierces her skin. It's a brief scratch, but still leaves a drop of blood on the pearly white, so Lily groans and throws it onto the pile meant to be washed.

The doorbell chimes, and Lily is glad that the newest costumer isn't a vampire she has to fight off in a sudden rush of bloodlust (not that she thinks all vampires get like this around blood, just that she doesn't want to risk it).

"Good evening.", the woman greets as her finger finally stops bleeding and Lily can wipe the blood off with a paper towel, "What can I do for you tonight?" It's a familiar face, and Lily finds her eyes twinkling with gentle amusement, lips ready to tease -- like they always are. "I just got a new glimmering purple fabric, if that's something you'd like to look into."

[lcngdays]

@bloodrodeo // continued

Blair watches Trent. He suddenly sees him much better, now that the overhead lights are gone. It was just one of those weird things that he could do now. See better in the dim light, and see well in the dark. He keeps his gaze slightly down, though, not wanting the thin thread of light that still came in through the windows to catch his eyes and reflect back. Sure, Trent had seemed open enough to the fact that Blair had studied the paranormal, but how open would he be to knowing just how deep that research had gotten?

"no other candles, huh?" He asks, curling up against the arm of the couch and hugging his knees to his chest. "that's okay. maybe the lights will come back."

Blair hadn't spent much time in Texas. He didn't have any idea how quick the power companies were here at restoring power, and he doesn't feel like asking. The comparison to what he did to X-men does draw a slow smile from his face, however.

"tinfoil hat people are usually just crazy." A pause. "usually. some of 'em are just desperate."

[thirtecnth]

@exmcrtis / closed event starter / dawson molina setting: the lake

"I'm just trying to look out for you!"

[lvciddreamt]

@gvngsigns

“you’ve been hanging out with jackie so much lately. i feel like i never see you.”

[kingofthehunt]

( @whisperdreams-blair -- the shop she works in at 7pm, early )

The door is ripped open, the emptiness of the store is analyzed, and Elias glares at Blair like she's the devil herself, reincarnated.

"What have you done." His skin is itching -- he's too close to magic, too close to a witch he can't kill (which is a great misery, given it's his job).

It's been a constant back and forth with them over the last few months. Elias has gotten the official no, the official withdrawal of permission to rip her life right out of her hands. And now they're stuck with whatever this is. "You have bewitched me." And not in the body and soul way. "My fucking coffee. It tastes like I'm licking it straight off the ground. And I know it was you, because every other witch I had a personal foe with, is six feet under."

Fault be the damn vampires for liking the damn witches.

"I demand you come outside now.", Elias orders, "So we can have a nice and private conversation far away from whatever incense you're burning in there." He pulls a face -- like he's a vamp, or wolf, smelling something he doesn't precisely want to.

What was it about that lion and that lamb, and the sparkling?