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October in Los Angeles is never TRULY cold. Even after dark on Halloween night there is barely a CHILL in the ocean & exhausted scented air. That is — - unless one finds themselves on or near 939 Berro Drive, the old house that emits its own kind of chill any day of the year but is INTENSIFIED on the night of All Hallows Eve – - perhaps because of the spirits who are ( FINALLY ) allowed to leave its hallowed walls…

& at approximately 5:17pm one such spirit left those walls & traveled approximately one yards length away, burdened down with a delicately covered cake tray & a MISSION.

A quick knock on the BACK DOOR ( it would be unseemly to go through the front ) & a cordial but not entirely warm smile settled plainly on unpainted lips – this is her TRUE form. No longer the siren but the truth of her soul. Seen by this woman. This murderer.

Strange perhaps that she would bring Constance Langdon ( of all people ) a BAKED GOOD. But the cake was not for her.

Not really.

“I know you are in there Mrs. Langdon,” clipped speech, raised slightly to be heard through the glass, “I can smell your cigarettes & self loathing.”

constancexlangdon

Goddamn trick-or-treaters.

She had left a bowl of candy on the front porch; such had become her way the past few years. Three Halloweens gone by since the older woman cared to uphold her own tradition and pass out full-sized chocolate bars---the bowl on the porch was filled with one of those assorted mixes, the cheap kind from the bottom shelf at the drug store. But some kid had been wise enough to come to the back door... hell, maybe she had left the gate open taking the dogs out.

Her cigarette is set in the ashtray to smolder; the small remainder of bourbon is drained from her glass before she gets up---but she freezes, startled some by the voice seemingly coming from outside the door. Not for the first time lately, Constance Langdon begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind.

The dead can walk freely on Halloween. Addie would have reminded her, if she were there, and Constance’s heart resumes its usual pattern after that momentary skip.

She opens the door, but does not invite Moira O’Hara inside. “---I’m here, but you must have the wrong house. I can’t imagine why you would choose to spend your only evening of freedom with me.”

#ensnaredinamorata #{ v; tbd }#{ YAYYYY }

malevolents-blog1

constancexlangdon.

when tate had finally caught wind of adelaide, he hadn’t BELIEVED it, initially. couldn’t. she was innocent of so much. the only GOOD that had come out of their SHIT STORM of a family, beau aside. he hadn’t cried. hadn’t shed a single tear. something was wrong with that. even he felt it, when he didn’t feel NUMB. but then had a wildfire, an UNBEARABLE RAGE, sudden and burning, spread throughout his entire being, rushed through his veins, rattled his bones. constance – the click of high heels on rotting floorboards PIERCES his eardrums with each step. blonde hair is pinned up, floral skirts touch her knees, and eyes scour the halls for something, no doubt, she could PINCH. he didn’t care about that. her mere presence, alone, PROVOKED the ire within, had him seeing red. the nerve of her. his tone is surprisingly calm – just keeping it together. ❛ what have you done? ❜

constancexlangdon

Quite a greeting---but then, she isn’t sure what she expects anymore? It catches her off-guard, though, if only because... because her mind has been absent lately. So absent, in fact, that Tate’s sudden appearance damn near startles her---and it’s obvious. A quick intake of breath, hand clasped to her chest as she recovers from that momentary panic. He is angry with her, of course, that’s nothing new... but his eyes are darkened with far more disdain than usual, and for the first time in a good long while, Constance Langdon is frightened. She tries to play it off, takes a couple of steps back to steady herself against the wall with one hand, the other still resting against her chest until her breathing steadies. “---You can’t... scare Mama that way, honey.” Every so often, she talks to him this way, as though he’s nothing more than a little boy. “I don’t---I don’t know what on earth you’re talking about.”

#malevolents #{ v; main }#{ omg i'm sorry this took 5ever }

petrova

Please don’t hurt him! Tate! Tate! Wait! Let me just talk to him! Will you please just let me talk to him? Tate! Tate! No, please. He’s just a child! He’s just a child! Please don’t hurt my son.

#{ ;; a hell of a shot }#{ ;; sweet boy }#{ HA HA HAAAAA THIS IS THE WORST }#{ notice how it takes TWO COPS to hold her back }

constancexlangdon

i have so much trouble keeping this account active. i wish i knew why. i would love to have one or two plotted and solid threads here so that i can keep constance alive. let me know if you’re interested.

#{ out. }#{ anybody? if you want to plot i will gladly hand you my skype }

i have so much trouble keeping this account active. i wish i knew why. i would love to have one or two plotted and solid threads here so that i can keep constance alive. let me know if you’re interested.

#{ out. }#{ i feel so guilty literally every time i get on this dash }#{ like i just let people down constantly }#{ but i also think it's just that not many people are interested in constance }#{ which is fine }

Profound Sentence Meme

"People care about you, too, you know."

"What, and it's alright for you to save us, but never the other way around? Why not?"

"Don't you know how much you're loved?"

"You're trying to get yourself killed! Ever since it happened, you've been trying!"

"It's like you have a death wish."

"You're addicted to the adrenaline and sooner or later it will get someone killed. You, probably."

"What happened to you? Why are you like this?"

"This ISN'T okay."

"You can't keep treating yourself like this."

"I hear you crying sometimes, when you think nobody is listening."

"Do you know how sad you look sometimes?"

"What are you hiding from me? Just TELL me!"

"Something is eating you up from the inside. Something happened, or you've done something, or someone left. You need to share. Otherwise you're never going to feel okay again."

"Why are you like this?"

"Since when was doing THIS okay?"

"It's okay to talk to people."

"I'm not fragile, I'm not going to break if you talk to me about it. I'll listen and I'll care. That's it. I promise."

"You can't run away from this."

"I'm not going to leave you the moment you do something I disagree with."

"You're not secretly an irredeemably awful person!"

"What's going on with you?"

#{ meme }

fionagoode-archive

munday except this picture was actually two days ago. if i took one now it would be me with no makeup wearing my glasses and pajamas and watching hocus pocus. so have one with my face properly on.

Keep reading

#{ out. }#{ it me it me }

langdonisms-deactivated20160221

his dark eyes tightened at the edges very slightly, arms folded, continuing to linger in the archway of one of the basement’s rooms. the house was eerily silent; the occupants were so listless now-a-days; tate was waiting for violet to wake up, for them to spend the day together. why was constance here? usually her visits had some kind of motive. ‘ .. where’s addie? she said she’d visit me and violet on halloween. BUT she never showed up. ’ did she have her locked in the closet again? bitch. tate was.. very protective of his sister. ever since beau died.. well. he felt responsible for addie.

constancexlangdon

A lump rose in her throat at the mention of Addie’s name---and she had to wonder if Tate already knew, because there was something decidedly accusatory in his tone just then. But that was his general way of speaking to his mother, always derogatory, always accusing her of something or other. There was no way he could know, unless maybe he had overheard the Harmons talking... Constance swallowed hard, tears burning behind her eyes and nose. She had cried more in the past two days than she had in a very long while, and it showed. “--Honey, I have to---I have something I need to---talk to you about...” Bourbon wasn’t a good idea. Her head was swimming a little, making this harder instead of the desired opposite effect. “Addie’s gone, honey. Addie’s... gone to a better place now.”

#langdonisms #{ v; main }

ncrmanbatesjr-deactivated201601

Or what? he wants to challenge, but for the time being, the spirit remains quiet. Ready for whatever bullshit drains out of the woman’s mouth. Half-way through, however, he wishes he’d have interrupted. The sob story is far too fake for his taste. “I’m sorry… Is this supposed t'make me feel bad for you? Because I think it’s a little late for that. I don’t even know why it matters. You’re the one who made me like this. Not him.”

constancexlangdon

“---A little compassion goes a hell of a long way. Maybe it is my fault that you never developed that particular trait---the ability to forgive and forget---and whether or not you want to believe it, I’ve forgiven your father.” Oh, she’s just spitting lies now. It’s easy, so easy, always has been so goddamn easy. Constance Langdon would have been a damn good actress in her day; it’s too bad that dream never came to fruition. Might have saved her---and her children---a lot of grief. “You can forgive him, too. Or forgive me. For Christ’s sake, Tate, doesn’t this make you tired? We’ve gone on this way for... years and years.”

#ncrmanbatesjr #{ v; main }

violetdeliights-blog

She’d first caught sight of the woman as she lurked on the top step of the stairs, prepared to slip on out the back door and outside. With eyebrows furrowed, she found her feet carrying her down the steps and towards the woman, away from the back door and deeper into the house. Of course, she’d managed to give herself away with the slip of her shoes, but that was no problem really. ❛ Why are you here? ❜ She asked instead of replying to the older woman. ❛ This isn’t your house. ❜

constancexlangdon

“Never said it was.” Not out loud, anyhow. A shrug of her shoulders indicated just how much she cared about that. “I was---looking for Addie. I thought she might have snuck over here this morning. It’s almost lunchtime, so... I thought I’d come fetch her myself.” Lies, lies, lies. But Addie could very well be here, for all Constance knew. “---You haven’t seen her?”

#violetdeliights #{ v; main }

orncte-blog

【❛✿ BLACKBIRD SINGING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.

under con. written by dave/davie. triggers tagged.

#{ promo }#{ AN ADDIE AN ADDIE AN ADDDIIIIEEEEEEEE }

@bctraycd - continued from here

Her tone had certainly come out a little clipped, and for posterity’s sake she softened it when she spoke next. First impressions were important--- ---after all, she wanted to build some trust with the house’s new owners, even if that trust would only be broken sooner rather than later.

“---I’m sure she wouldn’t, but those were made specially for her. Addie wanted to make sure Violet got them, and I would hate to disappoint the poor thing, so---I’ll whip up a batch all for you this evening and deliver it after dinner, hmm?”

#bctraycd #{ v; main }#{ lol i have no idea but yes here }

me: wants to do stuff here me: has a few drafts and owes some starters me: ignores those but still wants to do stuff here

#{ out. }#{ i am a failure womp womp }#{ come bark at me and constance if you want to do a smol thing }

petrova

#{ ;; a hell of a shot }#{ ;; the most beautiful girl i ever met }

fionagoode-archive

carrie’s blog list aka j.lange roundup

fiona goode – selective / private / active fifi is my main forever and always. she gets jealous when i pay attention to the other girls, which is stupid because she knows she’s stuck with me forever.

constance langdon – selective / private / semi-active constance always wants me to pay attention to her in october, or when we see amazing murder house blogs floating around (of which there are currently several).

(sister) judy martin – selective / private / semi-active judy is the newest of the three for me and i’m still figuring her out. bear with me.

#{ out. }#{ yes dese my girls. }#{ in case you weren't sure if all the j.lange blogs were me }#{ surprise they're me }

“for fucks sake…”

three word starters-- accepting

“—Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

#pcdiatrician #{ v; tbd }#{ why hello }#{ i have no idea what this is but i'm down to roll with it lol }

celeritious

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

I Wrote This For You (via celeritious)

#{ musings }#{ one day i will rant at all of you about constance langdon's life story }#{ one day. some of you have already heard it tho }

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