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bunchofrpmemes‌:

bob-belcher

#;; inspo

ssweeneys

The Choice (2016)

#;; inspo #;; winnie wants

hayley-wiliams

Just don’t ask me how I’ve been

#;; inspo

wesandresons

#;; inspo

maggies-ghost·:

“Oh, I’d be totally willing totap dance everywhere!” Maggie replied, stamping her feet to little effect andthrowing in a jazz hand for good measure. If there was one thing Maggie wasgood at, it was making light of a situation, even when it didn’t always callfor it. “I could just wear the shoes, but that seems a little boring.” Sheshrugged slightly and found herself laughing at the idea of walking around townwearing belly dancer bracelets. They were, quite clearly, not her typical styleand the notion seemed so utterly ridiculous that she might just try it. “I’mnot sure where I would be able to buy Belly Dancer bracelets in Coolsville,though they certainly sound like a good solution!”

Maggie wasn’t really sure how toanswer Winnie’s question. The past year had been… Well, it hadn’t really _been_much of anything other than weird. Maggie couldn’t even remember the lasttime she had spoken to Winnie – Had she been alive? Or had they spoken brieflysince she became visible again? Time was wonky when you were dead so Maggiereally couldn’t say for sure. Mostly Maggie was neither here nor there. Thegirl decided to keep it brief. She was fine given her circumstances, and therewere people in town who were having a much worse time than she was. “I’ve beenalright. I guess I just wanted to see what was happening, I’ve never been aparty person,” Maggie stated. She wondered if it was a bad idea to ask Winniethe same question. It seemed rude not to, right? “How are—I mean, like, haveyou been okay? I don’t know if this is a bad place to ask…” She was very awarethat she might be putting her foot in her mouth, but her concern was sincere.

Winnie chuckled a bit at Maggie’s answer. It was definitely a little bit of a silly display, and Winnie appreciated it. It did help to lighten the situation. The connection they had to one another wasn’t exactly the easiest right now. And in the sea of people asking if she was okay and acting as if they were walking on eggshells, it was nice for Maggie to joke around a bit. Most people where too on edge to try and make her laugh.

“I’m sure someone in this town has to have some. At least maybe around Halloween,” she suggested. Though, honestly, it was likely that Maggie was right. The bracelets would be likely be a hard find here .The town wasn’t really that adventurous—if belly dancer bracelets could even be called adventurous. Winnie looked towards the corn maze and the people milling about as Maggie spoke. “I don’t know that this is the best party to introduce yourself to—but it’s not the worst, so there’s that, I guess.” Winnie was a partier, but not so much since college. She had her own excuses as to why she was here and it wasn’t even to party.

Then came the dreaded question. “I mean, I’m here.” Winnie answered. That was really the best that it could get in circumstances such as this. There were two ways for Winnie that coping could really go. Either poorly, or not at all. She wasn’t ready to admit it to herself yet, she was sitting in the phase of not coping at all. Her life was moving on. Time was passing. The reality of it all hadn’t exactly settled in just yet. “Tanner is taking it worse.” He seemed to have taken a lot onto his shoulders lately. “Have you ran into him yet?”

#;; maggie #;; event #mysteryevent001

maggies-ghost‌:

Maggie thought about keeping a tally of how many people she had given a fright through the night, but it seemed like the humour of the idea would have suited better in different circumstances. She wasn’t expecting to find Winnie amongst the corn, of all people, given that Reese had barely disappeared. If anyone had the right to be jumpy it was probably Winnie. It didn’t seem appropriate to ask how she was while standing in the middle of a cornfield though.

She really hadn’t meant to startle Winnie and in an effort to not feel bad about it, or make things any worse, Maggie did what Maggie does, and tried to sound as chill as possible about it. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a bad habit!”

With an apologetic smile, Maggie lifted one foot off the floor, glancing down to have a good look at her shoe. God, she wished her shoes were the cause of the problem. On the bright side, she never had to worry about traipsing dirt in to her house, or waking a sleeping baby in public by walking too loudly. “I guess some heavier shoes might work.” She agreed with a gentle laugh. “Or I could take up tap dancing. Maybe get like a… A little bell to wear or something.”

“Are you saying you’d be willing to go tap dancing everywhere?” Winnie asked with a small grin, the thought of it was a sort of funny one. “Or were you thinking of just wearing those shoes?” Not that the shoes would help where they were at now, but on the streets it definitely would. It wasn’t the first time that Maggie had startled Winnie like this either, so she was certain it wouldn’t be the last. “Could get something like those belly dancer bracelets that have all those small bells on them. Those sound so pleasant.”

It had been a little while since Winnie had really seen and talked to Maggie. “How have you been, Maggie?” she asked. It was part social pleasantries and part honest concern. Maggie was sweet and came in a lot of times to do things for Winnie that she hadn’t wanted to when it came to her family. Babysitting the younger kids. “Are you here for the party? Or just to see what’s going on?”

Maggie didn’t quite seem like the sort that Winnie would expect to go to a party like this. But then again, at this point in her life, neither was Winnie. She had her own reasons of being here that were outside the party.

#;; maggie #;; event #mysteryevent001

emmapxrter·:

Immediately after Emma felt content with the hug, she let her right hand fall down and grab the girl’s left hand, dragging her indoors. She swung the door shut with her left hand and let it slam, her only priority getting the two to the kitchen. “Both.” Emma sighed, lower lip coming out in a pout. Sure, she was melodramatic but that didn’t mean that her feelings weren’t valid. Emma felt just like everyone else but wasn’t afraid to act like a primadonna when expressing it. “Keith and I broke up.”

“Well, then you’re in luck.” Winnie began, raising a finger and going to dig into her purse once they were in the kitchen. “I brought both just in case.” It took a moment but then she brought out a bottle of wine and two pints of ice cream, different flavors so Emma had options. She brought the purse she called her Mary Poppin’s Purse for a reason. “Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. How are you feeling?”

#;; emma #;; event #mysteryevent001 #// ignore the cat xD

incuxelis·:

Christopher knew how to knock a person. he didn’t need to due to his forever pull that he gave off to the poor souls not immune to him. But just as he looked at the girl he couldn’t help but wonder why he had been able to catch too many glances of her before. had it really been coincidence? no, of course not. he sighed slightly and nodded. he would have to push away eventually to avoid the sweet thing from finding herself lost. it was sad really, she was a beautiful girl. “and does it do the job?” He asked curiously. Christopher had been wearing black and nothing special either, it was all the clothes he’d be found on either way. “oh she definitely had an… edgier side to her after that outfit change. maybe she still held that cute sandra dee aspect to her but no one was going to deny the way she drove off with good old Danny that she was still so innocent if you know what I mean.” He laughed a bit but then he tilted his head as she introduced herself. Giving her an outstretched hand he nodded. even her name was adorable. “i’m christopher.” He replied cooly.

The whole thing made Winnie nervous but excited at the same time. That sort of anxious that felt nice, like there was something good on the other side of it. “Well enough for right now. A good drink helps cut the chill too,” she said. She hasn’t picked anything up just yet, but that gives her opportunity to ask, “do you want to go grab one with me?”

Winnie quirked a smile as he gave his opinion of Sandra Dee. It felt spot on. “I think she just realized she could do what she wanted and be who she wanted. Didn’t have to be that perfect kid.” It sounded nice honestly.

“It’s good to officially meet you, Christopher,” Winnie said, shaking his hand for a moment before slipping hers into her jacket pocket. “I’ve seen you around town but we haven’t really run into each other before. I work at the salon, so that makes sense, I guess,” she continued with a shrug.

#;; christopher #;; event #mysteryevent001

officer-nice·:

“I’m debating if I want to handle them or not,” he said with a smile as he saw her mask go down, granted he didn’t need it Marcus could recognize her voice from anywhere. “Actually it’d be better for them to avoid me because by my job description I should be enforcing the rules, but if I don’t know it’s them how will they get in trouble?” Marcus ended with the tap of his nose for an inside secret between them.

“I mean, you are outnumbered and I feel like they’ll scatter at the first sign of a cop,” Winnie admitted. That’s what would have happened when they were younger. And out here in the middle of a field near a corn maze? “You’d need some real backup to get them all. “Besides, I don’t know how the police expected to enforce a curfew on Halloween--no offense. You’ve got so many kids running around with candy highs that they’re all but invincible.”

#;; marcus #;; event #mysteryevent001

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Name: 👉Christopher 👈

Ringtone: Nervous by Shawn Mendes

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Last Text Received: [ Likely nothing because Winnie is a desperate gal and has spent the last however long it’s been since she got his number trying to think of the perfect thing to say and it ends up being: ]

Last Text Sent: Have you tried the milkshakes at Rosie’s yet?

#incuxelis #;; christopher

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emmapxrter

Emma sprung up from her bed at the sound of the doorbell, throwing on a pair of sweatpants she had lying on the edge of her bed. Her feet nimbly slipped into the slides she kept by the door and she rushed down the stairs and to the front door, throwing it open. Upon sight of the girl in front of her she fell forward, arms draping over the other’s neck. “Thank you for coming on short notice,” She mumbled into the girl’s hair. “You’re saving my life.”

@gilded-n-golden

gilded-n-golden

Winnie had come at Emma’s call. It seemed urgent, though she wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but she knew where to find her which made sorting it all out all the easier. She could hear a sort of rushing and footsteps behind the door not long before it was thrown open and Emma had draped herself across her. “No problem. What are friends for if not for life saving?” Winnie answered, returning the hug. “What’s going on? Is it an ice cream occasion or wine occasion or both? Or neither, I guess.”

#;; emma

oflovcrs

HE WAS ROTTING FROM THE INSIDE OUT. calloused fingertips carving into the grooving of his glass. how much blood could he stomach before he choked? OH DARLING, EVEN ROME FELL; his mother’s voice burns. and amongst the rubble came those with new teeth, - a hunger to sink into flesh. they were re-birthed from trauma, smeared blood like paint. but his stomach still gnawed with sickness, nauseated, a dizzy haze. tonight was supposed to be different, to rid himself of his facade, - replace with something new. not that he tried; dressing up was no longer his desire.

laughter carves from his lungs. it’s unfamiliar, toxic, no longer holding the same weight as it had been in the past. “ you got a light ? or something stronger ? ” he asks, to no one in particular, fingertips rolling the cigarette between bruised hands.

gilded-n-golden

There was a familiar voice not far away. One that striked a mix of concern and warmth. A friend. Someone lost in a way. Winnie turned from the conversation she was half in and half out of to look to him. “I don’t smoke but I haven’t touched this yet,” Winnie offered instead, carefully stepping around pushed down stalks and old red solo cups to offer Asher her cup. The bruised hands didn’t evade her but she didn’t ask the question. “Looks like you’ve got something already though,” she continued, gesturing to the glass in his other hand. There was plenty she wanted to say--plenty she wanted to ask, but she wasn’t going to press the issue.

#;; asher #;; event #mysteryevent001

officer-nice·:

“They’re kids,” Winnie said with a shrug. She wouldn’t talk with another cop this way, but this was Marcus. “Remember when we were doing the same thing. Besides, they probably need some fun if we’re being honest.” Winnie looked over the crowd in front of them. “I know you could probably get in trouble for having a drink here otherwise I’d go get you one.”

#;; marcus #;; event #mysteryevent001

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