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[douuleur-blog]

` closed starter﹗ / norma bates. *

               had  stephanie  just  been  a  tad  less  FUCKED  UP,  she  could  have  realized  how  deep  the  shit  was  that  she  was  about  to  get  herself  into.   but  the  ALCOHOLIC  had  fallen  off  the  wagon  yet  again  and  right  into  this  creep’s  trap.   she  was  stumbling  and  slurring  her  words  before  she  even  left  the  bar,  far  past  the  point  of  blacking  out.   she  probably  wouldn’t  even  remember  leaving  the  bar  in  the  morning.   getting  into  the  man’s  car,  it  should  have  been  a  RED  FLAG  when  he  had  his  hand  on  stephanie’s  upper  thigh,  trying  to  feel  her  up  even  as  she  was  nodding  off  in  the  passenger  seat.                this  wasn’t  her  first  rodeo,  however.   she’s  gotten  herself  into  messier  situations  because  of  her  alcoholism  before.   sometimes  the  dangerous  positions  she  puts  herself  in,  she  HOPES  one  day  it  might  eventually  put  her  out  of  her  MISERY  for  good.   after  all,  that’s  really  all  her  life  has  been  up  to  this  very  point.                 miserable.                there  was  a  promise  of  ecstasy  once  they  arrived  at  the  little  motel ;  bates  motel.   that’s  really  what  stephanie  wanted.   an  escape  with  narcotics  even  though  she  was  already  DRUNK  off  of  her  ass.   the  man  led  her  inside  as  best  as  he  could,  when  if  he  really  wanted  to  get  away  with  taking  advantage  of  her  tonight,  he  should  have  just  left  her  in  the  car.                stephanie  was  NOT  okay,  and  surely  the  lady  at  the  front  desk  could  tell  just  how  not  okay  stephanie  was  as  the  sketchy  man  handed  over  his  credit  card  and  tried  to  check  himself  in.   ‘ ya  know  somethin’....   i  don’t  remember  your  name, ‘   stephanie  slurred,  leaning  her  unstable  body  weight  against  the  counter,  low,  bloodshot  eyes  looking  at  her  potential  abuser,  ‘ and...  and  i  don’t  feel  very  good,  maybe....  you  should  just  take  me  home, ‘   she  mumbled  before  finally  looking  over  at  the  blonde  woman  behind  the  counter.   her  vision  was  blurry  and  in  her  DRUNKEN  STUPOR,  she  released  an  innocent  giggle,  ‘  you’re  really  pretty.  you’re  like  the  prettiest  motel  clerk  person  i’ve  ever  seen. ‘

[whichmorgan]

I’M SO MAD

[consequentson]

@motherswrit  dylan and norma liking the same things enough to get personally offended over stupid opinions gives me feelins

[her28thyear-a-moved]

❛ fate dealt you a tricky hand. ❜

@motherwrit ;

Norma’s words weren’t wrong, they were the truest statement Emma had heard in a long time. Tricky – a nonbias word. Nottechnically good but not technically bad. Life always through difficultsituations at Emma. It kept her on her toes. But she was BATTLEBORN.

❝ It has. But I was born to take on whatever challenges it decides to throw at me. ❞

[armsdealcr-blog]

“Hello?” The young woman called out as she stepped into the lobby. “Is there anyone working here?” Athena was tired from the long drive and she just wanted to check in. 

@motherswrit || starter

[douuleur-blog]

“once every day your life starts again,”

` answered ﹗ / norma bates. *

              it  was  a  nice  thing  to  say   ;   if  only  stephanie  BELIEVED  it.   every  day  for  stephanie  feels  like  she’s  terrified  of  her  own  emotions,  so  she  abuses  substances  to  try  and  battle  her  demons  when  deep  down  she  knows  those  substances  are  apart  of  her  PROBLEM.   she  was  already  a  little  intoxicated  from  a  few  beers  and  it  wasn’t  even  noon  yet,   ‘ feels  like  it’s  the  opposite  for  me, ‘   she  admitted,  ashamed  of  herself  and  what  her  life  has  become,   ‘ i  don’t  think  it’s  ever  gonna  change.  not  until  i’m  six  feet  under  ground. ‘ 

[consequentson]

@motherswrit answered

“Norma -- stop, c’mon. Sit down.” He tried moving around her, blocking her way to the stairs. “Talk to me.”  And he didn’t wanna hear some bullshit story like she’d walked into a post.

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@motherswrit answered:

          ❝ You  said  something  to  him.    You  said  something  to  Norman  to  make  him  mad  at  me!!    That’s what  you  did,    are  you  happy  now??  ❞

“-- Do I look like I’m happy? Whatever’s going on between the two of you, it’s got nothing to do with me. I haven’t even seen Norman in something like two days. I’ve been at work, Norma.”

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@motherswrit replied to your post: @motherswrit  dylan and norma liking the same...

i thought the same thing when i saw this i was like “just like his mama”

<33 all the feels!!