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[mxdam-a]

I GOT BILLS TO PAY, I GOT MOUTHS TO FEED. THERE AIN’T NOTHING IN THIS WORLD FOR FREE!

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[realfootage]

[auliicraval]

iconic vines sentence meme .

​❛ suck a motherfucking dick . ❜

​❛ i thought you were bae , turns out you were just fam . ❜

​❛ i thought you were american . ❜

​❛ is that a weed !? ❜

​❛ i won’t hesitate bitch ! ❜

​❛ chipotle is my life . ❜

​❛ turn off the flash you fucking moron ! ❜

​❛ kiss my ass bitch motherfucker ! ❜

​❛ is that a police !? ❜

​❛ i’m calling the weed ! ❜

​❛ done & done , let me pull the table out of my ass . ❜

​❛ merry crisis ! ❜

​❛ i don’t have enough money for chicken nugget . ❜

​❛ i’m ready to die anytime , any place , for any reason . ❜

​❛ hey guys , we’re unboxing this cheese stick today . ❜

​❛ i aint never gonna stop loving you , bitch .  ❜

​❛ this is the comedy police ! that joke’s too funny ! ❜

​❛ i’m not going back to jail ! ❜

​❛ what the fuck ? $599 for a fucking playground ? that looks like a piece of shit . ❜

​❛ FUCK YOUR TEA ! ❜

​❛ the feminists are taking over ! ❜

​❛ I GOT TWO FREE TACOS ! ❜

​❛ and they were roommates ! ❜

​❛ i’m not your friend ! ❜

​❛ there’s no saving this sweet piece of ass . ❜

​❛ hi welcome to chili’s ! ❜

​❛ yeah tip of the penis to you too . ❜

​❛ this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING love you ! ❜

​❛ welcome to bible study , we’re all children of jesus . ❜

​❛ aw fuck , i can’t believe you’ve done this . ❜

​❛ YO HOLY SHIT HE DEAD ! ❜

​❛ this is the dollar store , how good can it be ? ❜

​❛ step back , i think i’m gonna vomit ! ❜

​❛ oh sorry , i didn’t see ya there , i was too busy blocking out the haters . ❜

​❛ shut up ! your mother buys you mega blocks instead of legos ! ❜

​❛ I’LL TAKE A NAP HERE ! ❜

​❛ i hate to do this but i specifically asked for no mustard and you just brought me a bottle of mustard on a plate . ❜

​❛ how are we gonna win if we fucking die ? ❜

​❛ why the fuck would i say printer ? ❜

​❛ the benefits of killing him would be that i’d be pushed way less . ❜

​❛ but it pays off, because i dont even have time to think about dying . ❜

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mistressmxleficent.

Her hand lingers within Billie Dean’s grip for a little longer than she intends. Her thumb rubbing against soft skin for a second, before Minerva hesitantly pulls away. Her hand coming back to lay within her lap. “The pleasure is all mine, Billie Dean.” It wasn’t every day she was so heavily flirted with right off the bat. It was an amazing change of pace. She’d rather a blunt woman than an hours long game of cat and mouse. “I’m terribly sorry, love, but I’m afraid I don’t watch much television.” A lie, but she didn’t want to be rude. She wouldn’t risk scaring off such a beautiful specimen just yet. “Are you an actress then?”

A soft chuckle bubbles in her throat, her smile reflecting the humor of some private joke as she takes another long drag from her cigarette and holds Minerva’s gaze through the exhale. She’s oblivious to the lie, her ego intact and confidence unwavering. “No, I have what I guess you’d call a reality show. I’m a medium.” Her look changes to one of smug mystery as she extinguishes her cigarette in the tray and lays both hands palm up on the polished counter, one hovering, cupped to gently pin whatever falls into her grasp. “I can do it anywhere,” she purrs, and it’s part double entendre, part introduction to a parlor trick. “I’m no fraud.” It’s as much a warning as a defense, an offer to keep hidden anything a reading may dredge up.

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I’m going to take a moment to expand on this headcanon about Billie Dean’s perception of danger.

While this perception of danger is very limited, Billie does have a much stronger reaction to implication horror (vague horror, dissociative art, the horror of “wrongness”; see this post). Because she has honed her extrasensory abilities and the understanding thereof over the course of her entire life, she has a very precise understanding of what should and should not feel a certain way. Beings that she has infrequent contact with (witches, vampires, the immortal, etc.) often trigger this more primal sense of dread, because they appear superficially human, but don’t feel human. Because of her infrequent contact with them, she hasn’t been able to hone the identification down to a science, and is left only with the knowledge that they are not what they “should” be, that they are not a simple living human, a departed spirit, or a divine/demonic presence, but something entirely “other.” In essence, there is something that feels wrong about them, when compared with her usual experiences and understanding. It’s like a visceral, metaphysical xenophobia. Following my initial headcanon, she does not jump straight to true fear, experiencing instead feelings of wariness, unease, and irritation/frustration. Until she can identify and catalog a presence, she is oftentimes more defensive and apt to snappish, short-tempered grouchiness, symptoms of her discomfort resulting from past trauma/experiences with other feelings of discomfort. It is how she closes herself off and prevents the harm that closeness with the unknown/uncomfortable would bring.

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"Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can."

sexual sentences

Billie Dean talks a big game, but she does not take the lead in the bedroom, never takes the lead in the bedroom. She expects to be the one bedded first, the one pinned to the wall when they first walk in, and she’ll have her own scream before she’ll even think about returning the favor. But she’s confident that she can in fact return it, and she flashes a toothy grin, gives the ghost a cheeky wink. “With the proper motivation, anything’s possible.”

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👻 || Not to be vulgar but Billie Dean could probably get off on an ‘I love you’ and a firm handshake :/

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“I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on you."

sexual sentences

It’s become habit, the way that Billie Dean’s breath catchesand holds without her realizing, sticking in her throat until her lungs screamand her head swims. The release is shaky, pressure evaporating in jagged huffsas the burn moves from her chest to the coiling muscles of her abdomen, thighstwitching as she swallows another gulp of air. There is never anything gradualabout sex for Billie; it is an instantly consuming and violently intense affairfrom the first kiss to the last.

“I…love how yours doesn’t…” She pants as though she’s makingup for lost time and her fingers scrabble for Jane’s, a whine building in theback of her throat. She finds the other’s measured control alluring; her ownbreath stops no matter which end of the mattress she’s on, stolen by the meremention of intimacy, the suggestion of closeness. Crimson tipped fingersfinally find their mark and she wedges her hand into Jane’s grasp, squeezing tightly as she can manage. It is a ploy to shatter the isolation of pleasure, aforced togetherness. She is never not afraid of feeling alone.

[melamemea]

sexual sentences .

a collection of dirty talk sentences.

soft .

“ I want to lick you all over…”

“ You’re so hot…”

“ ~Keep doing that.”

“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“

“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”

“ That feels amazing baby “

“ Tell me what you like ~ “

“ Come sit on my lap, love “

“ Mmm… do you like that? “

“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “

“ You look so handsome right now…“

“ What do you feel like doing to me?” 

“ You look so gorgeous right now…”

“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…” 

“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”

“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ” 

“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”

“ I could spend all day between your legs…”

“  I’m getting close —”

“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “

less soft .

“ I love your big hands all over my ass.”

“ ~  Get on your knees for me?”

“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”

“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”

“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.” 

“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”

“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ” 

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.” 

“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…” 

“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “

“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”

“ You can have me any way you want me baby “

“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”

“ Where do you want to cum? ~”

“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “ 

“ Where do you want me to cum?”

“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.” 

“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “

rough .

“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “

“ Get on your knees ~ ?”

“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “

“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “ 

“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ” 

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ” 

“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…” 

“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“

“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨

“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

“ Ride me harder !” 

“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”

“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “

“ Use your mouth on me. “

“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “

“ I adore how naughty you are. “

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy/girl/woman/man…”

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whatwakes.

          “I understand. I… Get headaches, too.” And she can’t think of the last night she passed in peace.

          Not that she wholly believes her. Billie Dean really does, really must dislike her. There are some barriers between personalities that you just can’t erode, no matter how patient you are, no matter how you fight to wear them away. It’s what the two of them see and what they know that binds them. Binds them more than a friendship would, because at least they have the truth. Karen would lie to a friend; she doesn’t have to lie to Billie Dean.

          “I’m sorry.”

          Even if they’re not really friends, she can say that, and mean it. She can even squeeze Billie Dean’s hand along with the words, for emphasis. “If I could turn down my volume, I would. If I could turn down…” She shakes her head and looks away, laughs humorlessly. Her free hand lifts and circles to encompass the whole world, the whole universe, the whole of everything she knows and doesn’t know, sees but doesn’t understand. “.. All of it… I would. You’ve had to do this your whole life. Deal with this. It’s not fair.”

“You should switch between acetaminophen, ibuprofen, and naproxen for the light ones; they stop working if you take too much of the same. Get a prescription for hydrocodone-acetaminophen for the ones that make you feel like your skull’s being split open.” Her tone is flat, factual, imparting knowledge that has come from four decades worth of experience without an iota of warmth or genuine caring to color it. But she says it, shares it, and that in and of itself is a near kindness.

She knows that she should bat Karen’s apology away, should tell her that it isn’t her fault, that it can’t be helped, but she doesn’t, merely accepts with that stony look of indifference. But then Karen keeps talking, and suddenly Billie Dean moves from apathetic to absolutely frigid, pulling her hands away to lean forward, elbows resting on the table as her arms fold before her.

“It started…when I was 25.” She is too firm on such a minute point, suspiciously upset, and she couldn’t be any more aware; she’s overcompensated. She fronts again with a fresh cigarette, hiding behind a screen of smoke.

[whatwakes]

INDEPENDENT LOVECRAFT MYTHOS OC.

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I’ve been sitting on this for a while, and it’s a relatively succinct little headcanon without the explanations, but... Billie Dean’s sense of danger is extremely, almost purely, reliant on her personal experiences of said danger. 

I’m going to start out of order with what we see in Hotel... Billie Dean was living in LA at the time of John Lowe’s presence in the media. I initially believed that her sense of danger was influenced voyeuristically through the news in proximity to herself both physically and temporally, however the events of Hotel contradict this and I’ve since struck the idea from my canon. Instead, it rests on what she herself witnesses and undergoes of the danger in question. She appeared confident and at ease around John throughout their initial interview, clearly feeling little to no fear in his presence. Even when she is led to Devil’s Night, she is little more than wary, still confident/comfortable enough to fully enter the room after identifying Gacy and Dahmer and later speak to James March directly about the violence she feels emanating from him. She knows superficially what each of the killers are capable of, but has not experienced it, and therefore the danger is not “real” to her. It’s not until the spirits become physical and threaten her point blank that she actually experiences true fear (and even then she’s cocky).

Backtracking to Murder House, this leaves us with a need to explain her behavior in regard to Tate Langdon. While some of her confidence was heightened by her success on Lifetime, we see in her interactions with Constance and Violet that it is still present at the root of her outward personality. We’ve already ruled out voyeuristic fear, so what we’re left with by way of explanation for her strong reaction to his presence is that she must have been or felt threatened by Tate in the past. During her first appearance, it is made known that Billie has aided Constance previously (she is in fact heralded as an old friend), and, naturally, we assume that it was regarding Tate. I firmly believe that her canon visit to the Murder House was not her first (or last), and it must have been during one of these encounters, with or without Constance present, that Tate became physically violent.

This is why, in her Lovecraftian verse, she seems to only harbor real fear for Azathoth; her only direct experience with the eldritch beyond her usual feelings and vibrations has been through dreams about this Blind Idiot God, and she has in this way personally experienced the abject horror of their existence, and it is, for her, tied directly to this singular being. Karen could tell her all day long about the creatures she’s met, but none of these warnings will hold much water for Billie until she has been subjected to them for herself.

This is also why she, presently, seems unphased, beyond some general wariness, by Elizabeth Bathory’s demonic presence. She hasn’t done anything to her specifically.

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NAME.  Billie Dean Howard AGE.   ~42 SPECIES.   Human GENDER.   Cis female ORIENTATION.   Lesbian PROFESSION.   Spiritual medium and Lifetime reality show host

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PHYSICAL ASPECTS.

BODY TYPE.  On the slim side of average EYES.   Honey brown HAIR.   Dyed dark blonde with highlights, wand curled, slightly past shoulder length SKIN.   Fair with subtle hints of a light artificial tan HEIGHT.   5′5, but always in heels    WEIGHT.   120 lbs.

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FAMILY.

SPOUSE.  None CHILD(REN). None SIBLINGS.  None PARENTS. Jenny and Earnest Howard ANY PETS ? None

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SKILLS.

PHYSICAL PROWESS. Unimpressively average (could carry a full 5 gallon water jug with some effort) SPEED.  Tends to keep up a brisk pace in public, but doesn’t ever push beyond a light jog INTELLIGENCE.  Only just higher than average; not unintelligent, but ignorant and prone to bluffing/pretending otherwise

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LIKES.

COLOURS.   Black, white, grey, blush pink, subtle blues and greens, scarlet SMELLS.   Coffee, incense, freshly baked bred and chocolate chip cookies, fresh linen, cotton, rain, musk, matches, vanilla candles FOOD.   Cheap Chinese takeout and Mexican food DRINKS.   Like a fish; she lives on gin and Jack Daniels with the occasional cup of tea or coffee

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OTHER DETAILS.

SMOKES ?   Like a train DRUGS ?   Mostly pharmaceutical; has dabbled in cocaine DRIVER LICENSE ?  Yes EVER BEEN ARRESTED ? No

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TAGGED BY: @imademe TAGGING: if you want it take it

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borncruel.

CURIOUS LITTLE CAT,  this one.  elizabeth’s eyes are narrowed, though only slightly.  the corner of her lips are hitched up into a smirk, expression telling the tale of sheer smugness.  ‘ now where’s the fun in that ? ‘ it’s tease, of course  — perfect ivories peeking through painted petals.  ‘ quite the perceptive peach, aren’t you?  i’m surprised you caught me out. ‘  she was usually so good as deceiving mere mortals  … but this woman wasn’t mere, was she ? no, she was something special.  ‘ but if you must … my name is erzsebet. ‘  head cants to the side.  ‘ but please, darling.  call me liz. ‘ 

“I don’t miss much. Erzsébet who?” she presses, the taut line of her shoulders relaxing just a fraction with the revelation of, at the very least, a first name. She’s used to being the one asking the questions, and it shows in the directness of her speech, the firmness of her jaw, even the slight upward tilt of her head. “What are you, exactly? You’re more than a ghost. Your energy is...different. On a higher plane. A higher frequency.” With the casual air of one well practiced in convening with spirits, Billie keeps her gaze trained on Liz and withdraws a cigarette to place delicately between her lips, offering the box.She isn’t afraid; she’s too busy basking in ignorance and the false illusion of control.

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borncruel.

@eluciidation  /    ♡’d for a lyric starter ! 

‘ IF I WERE YOU … i’d do me too. ‘     

↳ fetish ; selena gomez. 

She’s leery. The energy coming from this woman is all wrong. The flesh, she can tell, is living, but she feels dead...more than dead, in fact, she feels either divine or demonic, the frequency of vibration just enough to tilt the scales one notch beyond a simple spirit. There’s something invigorating in the intensity, however, almost alluring, and Billie’s gaze flickers to the pout of her lips. “I don’t do anyone without a name. A real one.”