#laidbear

[chancestook]

“ IT'S NOT AS ridiculous as it sounds, i promise. ” margaret is flashing a smile towards @laidbear, bright as ever. “ i've gotten myself in way crazier situations for the sake of a story, you know? it's called being ambitious & chasing your dreams. i'm never going to become a top reporter if i don't do whatever it takes. ” / sc.'

[miidnighters]

@laidbear sent tattoo ; Bear gives Isaac a (fake) tattoo.

Isaac is not really sure how he's ended up in this position.

This position being sat at his dining table while Bear flits around him, getting ready to illustrate the outstretched arm between them. Isaac thinks it must have something to do with his general demeanour, and people - especially headstrong teenagers - thinking they can walk all over him.

Only in part because he lets them.

"So, what exactly are you plannin' to do?"

[bloodykneestm]

penelope's breath is shallow and uneven, a strange panic gripping her lungs the longer she waits outside the shop. she wishes she like... smoked or something, maybe she wouldn't feel so twisted up inside if she dared to put an intoxicant inside her body every day like her mother and father did ( but she would never be like them, she had sworn to herself ). still, she struggles with her resolve as she gently taps a passing young man on the shoulder. "excuse me," she says, her voice light and slightly squeaky. "do you have the time? i... left my phone at home." ( isn't that right? she can't honestly remember. )

@laidbear liked this for a randomized starter!

[absolutvdka-a]

@𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗 liked for a starter

ＷＨＥＮ ＩＴ ＣＡＭＥ ＴＯ ＨＥＲ ＳＴＹＬＥ ＯＦ ＭＡＧＩＣ， ＳＨＥ ＵＳＵＡＬＬＹ ＰＲＥＦＥＲＲＥＤ ＦＯＲＥＳＴＳ ＦＯＲ ＨＥＲ ＭＥＤＩＴＡＴＩＯＮ ＡＮＤ ＲＩＴＵＡＬＳ， ＢＵＴ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＴＯＬＤ ＨＥＲ ＳＨＥ ＨＡＤ ＴＯ ＧＯ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＢＥＡＣＨ ＴＯＤＡＹ． so she listened to her intuition, heading to one of the lesser frequented beaches nearby, and as she had hoped it was empty. she began by finding a spot in the beach that felt right, and was far enough from the shore that she'd be fine for her entire little ritual. then she proceeded to grab a stick from the tree line a few feet away, using it to draw out a pentagram in the sand.

once she was satisfied with her work, she began unloading her backpack, taking each black candle out carefully, and one by one started the process of placing them at each point of the pentagram, digging a little hole to keep the candles up right once they were lit. after they were all in their respective places, she began to light them in a clockwise motion. by the time she was finishing, the sun was starting to lower. she settled herself in the center of the pentagram, laying back and resting her hands on her chest.

her eyes were finally sliding shut, ready to embark on her journey, when she heard the sound of the trees rustling, signaling that someone was on their way on to the beach. awkward. one eye cracked open, spotting the boy off to the side of her. a heavy sigh left her, like his being here had dramatically effected her day — and in a sense it had. ❝ am i in your spot or something ? ❞

[pantichrist]

“ do i have to fill out an application, or can i just smash? ” / @laidbear ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ they  both  know  that  he  knows  the  answer  to  the  question  before  she  even  answers,      but  she'll  play  along      (  she  always  does,  doesn't  she?  ).       the  giggle  that  comes  out  of  her  is  pixie-like  to  say  the  least      ;      saccharine  and  melodic,      adding  to  the  fact  that  the  tops  of  her  cheeks  have  gone  rosy  at  the  very  thought  of  him  asking  permission  in  the  first  place,         "bearrrrrr!"         his  name,      drawn  out  and  whined  as  it  so  often  is  before  she's  biting  down  on  the  lower  cushion  of  her  lip  and  batting  those  doe-like  long  lashes  at  him.      what  a  simp.      it's  disgusting,      really.       "c'mere."         a  hand  reaches  for  him,      fingers  waving  expectantly  before  she's  hooked  a  claw  into  the  loop  of  his  jeans  and  he's  brought  over  with  a  tug.         "yanno  you  don't  gotta  do  nothin'  extra  fa'me,      bello."         whispered  into  the  crook  of  his  neck,      a  soft  kiss  planted  there  in  the  wake  of  her  words,            "but  mama  likes  it  when  you  ask.."

[vyrulent]

“   What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ”

meme || @laidbear

"Trust me... I'm waiting on the day."

Though, Anita's day will most likely come with her death, but if her death means that someone will discover The Father's dark secrets, then so be it.

"What are you planning on doing?"

[frvckles]

what genre of book were you written for, and did you survive to the end ?

written for a children’s book to live and tell a cute story

you are very SWEET and very excitable. you love to explore and have fun. you also have a love of learning and somehow manage to learn a lesson each time you explore ( imagine that )! when you do go on one of your adventures, like in your book, you of course manage to make it home just before the sun sets, in time for dinner.

tagged by : stolen from @darehearts tagging : @spiriitum , @fightwing , @laidbear , @isbrilliant , @alllonsy , +YOU!

[miidnighters]

@laidbear sent ❛  04 .   a  kiss  to  apologize .

It was a very rare day indeed that Bella was cranky with Bear. He'd not done it on purpose - had complete free reign in her apartment - but he'd still been rifling, and something had gotten smashed. She was holed up in the armchair, rather than on the couch that afforded him the most room, when Bear comes to slide into her lap. He offers contrite apologies and a soft, chaste kiss to punctuate them.

Bella stifles a sigh - instead wrapping arms around him to pull him close.

"I know you didn't mean it, darling, I'm sorry for getting mad."

[waterfrd]

❛ Fanatics, you mean? Yes, praise be that no one has proven to be such a way thus far. There’s far more important things to focus on in Gilead, I suppose. Healthy birth rates and clean living take precedence over an author from the world before. Though, that's the way it should be. I would expect nothing less from a truly pious individual. ��

what little he knew about her, and it really was very little, lead bear to believe that naomi putnam was someone he would view as a truly horrid woman if ever he had the misfortune of spending time with her ; but at least she had good taste where companionship was concerned. “ 𝐢'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. ”

[rcjoice]

☕ cozy things tag game

comfort food(s): rn Mac and cheese & nerd cluster candy's

comfort drink(s): coke & strawberry milk

comfort movie(s): scream, saw, final destination, aristocats

comfort show(s): breaking bad, american dad

comfort clothing: rn these pink sherpa lined pants and my gmm sweatshirt 😩

comfort song(s): anything by tfb or one direction but particularly off take me home album

comfort book(s): speak

comfort game(s): until dawn, the fractured but whole

tagged by: @hidefire

tagging: @ursadolls @hctclcalifornia @laidbear

[chancestook]

THERE'S A SHRUG of her shoulders now, smile faltering a bit. “ i've just always been interested in it, i guess. getting to know people's stories, getting the truth out there when others try to bury it. it's just been important to me for a really long time. ” sure, she could give him a proper answer with a good reason. but who really wanted to hear about someone else's trauma right off the bat? it was better to give a vague answer, to dance around it for as long as possible. “ you can't run from the facts, right? ”

if the smile offered by the other could be considered bright, the one which bear offered in return would be the exact opposite ; muted, happiness seen through a rain-splattered glass window. the cutest little teeth on display between parted lips, but there was a pout hiding just under the surface -- as always. it was what made him so easy to take care of.

“ i believe you, ” he would say, words genuine as there was no real reason for them not to be. “ why reporting though? you could choose to be on TOP of a much less dangerous job, right? ”

[vyrulent]

❔

meme || @laidbear

anita -- children with sad childhoods unite!

lisa - twd au?

jolene - let him be a child in christmasland

[frvckles]

ONCE YOU'RE  STRIPPED  CLEAN,  WHAT'S  AT  YOUR  CORE?

resounding truth.

you have a goal in mind, and others brush it off right away... why does everyone always tell you to follow your dreams when it's actually THEIR dreams that they want you to follow? your memory is weak, and your conviction is even weaker on days when you're reminded of how ALONE you really are. it's hard to go on without someone pushing you forward... is this what life is? a cycle of monotony, fuelled only by the desire not to trouble anyone too much with your passing? it would be nice to have something, or someone, to spur you on. i hope you find them.

tagged by : @joshosis ( ty ! <3 ) tagging : @spiriitum , @laidbear , @fightwing , @biosurvive , ++ anyone else who would like to ! tag me !

[bloodykneestm]

penelope might have felt angry if she weren't so devastatingly sad once given the answer. the pointless and manufactured suspense gets her hopes up only for them to plummet through the floor. ( he was supposed to be here at two o'clock, knowing that he was almost an hour late made it seem obvious that he wasn't going to show, but why? had he given up the shift? called out sick? was he okay? did he somehow know she'd gotten ahold his schedule and so he changed it? )

she feels dizzy, almost like she's going to faint, especially as he mocks her again. "but he's..." she stammers out breathlessly, feeling a panic attack coming on. "he's not here."

𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 ; 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 -- 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 . . .

“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟. ” 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨, 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘶𝘱. “ 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟��𝐟𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞. ”

[miidnighters]

@laidbear said ❛ maybe i’ll summon a demon so i can hang out with someone. ❜

"What the fuck am I, chopped liver?"

Okay so it wasn't really hanging out if they were in the store but also like. That was absolutely the definition of hanging out.

Callisto looks at him from where she's boosted herself up to sit on the counter, rather than behind, in an effort to make her feel like she wanted him here. It's quiet, so there's only the two of them anyway.

"There's a section on demon summoning over there, if you really want to give it a crack."

[rcjoice]

spell out your url with song titles!

r - rejoice by ajj

c - constant headache by joyce manor

j - jesus christ by brand new

o - oh ana by mother mother

i - i love you like an alcoholic by the taxpayers

c - cough it out by the front bottoms

e - edward 40hands by mom jeans.

tagged by: @crushsung

tagging: @laidbear @soulmissed @wornclean