Macy Hollerbach

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billiemathers‌:

“Between this and the cult you are me are going to be making a small fortune, my dear.” Billie laughed at her own ridiculousness of the dreamscape she misinterpreted. “Blumhouse pretty much throws money at whatever offer comes their way, smaller budget for a bigger box office. Well, sometimes.” Billie added wrinkling her nose then putting up two fingers. “Fall back, we can just pitch it to Netflix next. I’d say our odds are pretty good going with either. And then, of course fall back to the fall back: 8 ball cult.” She ran a hand throw her messy locks, brushing any strands that fell in front of her face throughout the conversation at hand, amusing herself in the process. “Well, they don’t call me an evil genius for nothing. I feel so empty handed right now though.” Billie pouted grasping for nothing in the air. “Like I need a gin and tonic or a white fluffy cat to start petting in my lap and perfect my Kate Mulgrew evil witch laugh, you know what I mean?”

     “Ahh and this is how the inner inception works isn’t it? Just taking over, like you planned all along. But you do have ideas, and loads of them. I’m sold. Fall back and second fall back and final fall back. I’m content with the years of royalties.” A genuine smile crossed her face then, switching legs to cross under the table mostly aware that she was highly uncomfortable at the switch.  “I do—now imagine if you started actually petting the air or sipping an invisible drink...evil genius would severely second guessed. Toss in the Kate Mulgrew evil witch laugh...certifiable.”

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codecooper‌:

“Vanderpump Rules?” Oh no, a television show with which he wasn’t familiar, that embarrassing moment when he had to stare blankly in response to something he should know. “Enlighten me, oh knowledgeable one. I’ll school you on the ways of high fantasy roleplaying, and you can…tell me about whatever that is.”

     How could she possible expect anyone to know Vanderpump Rules. 1. Not everyone had cable 2. There was probably a reason demographics existed at all not to mention normally not something she’d stumble upon by choice herself but hello summer babysitting gig where Mrs. Taylor decided she needed her Housewives catch up at $15 an hour. “Oh, game. I’ll keep it strictly D&D though...might try my hardest at creating a true dragon queen with a Vanderpump backstory. There’s Loose talking, overly tanned, and cheating man-whores I can call Jax in D&D aren’t there?”

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johnbradfxrd‌:

          “You don’t say? Thermostat busted again?” Again… the word reverberated off his mind like he was suggesting he’d been in here a dozen times and now he was scolding himself for sounding like a regular customer here. This right here was many of the reasons why John was an utter failure and joke at making small talk. It wasn’t like she knew him anyway, had any mind of business coming his way but he didn’t want word to spread, that John Bradford was making accusations at one of the few taverns in town like he’d been there a million times getting into old habits. John shook his head with a weary smile hidden underneath his moustache. He was overthinking this as usual. “Maybe you need a hot meal to go with your drink.” 

     “Might be, kinda figured this place just liked their patrons to order. And order, order some more...cut on costs, ya know?” Rhetorically speaking of course, but in the end the bar seemed to be neglecting anything that could produce any kind of heat, but then could be that too. Thermostat’s and their tricky ways. For shame. “Unless the oven’s busted too...does this place even have food?” She looked around, she wasn’t really hungry but then maybe she was? Was this bearded stranger right? “Another one of these and you might be right.” Nodding to the bartender that signaled for another. “Want something? Or you trying to make ice?” Macy in a generous mood apparently asked the lone stranger...he was probably waiting on friends or someone but couldn’t hurt to ask. 

[incorrectedda]

I’ve acquired quite a taste for a well-made mistake.

Loki, probably. (via incorrectedda)

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billiemathers‌:

Billie wasn’t sure just how to answer, she sat there with a dumbfounded expression on her face, exactly like a deer caught in the headlights when she figured out… that maybe she didn’t want to blink and decided to keep that focus on Macy until tears threatened her ducts. Billie ended up blinking, and as a hand shot up to rub just underneath her waterline to scoop up a tear she wasn’t even positive what a Dr. Dreams recipe even was. “I’m sorry… what?” Billie asked, giggling through her breath. “Is this someone that can supposedly trespass into my dreams through a webcam… sounds sketchy?” She dropped her hand back into her lap, grinning as they latched onto this bizarre cult fantasy. “Our…” Billie looked around as though she was treading carefully over her next phrase. “Suicide potion?” She mouthed silently as that was usually the go to route cults ended up following, why not theirs. “Oh, no no no no no. Don’t be silly. I’m just the puppet master, I don’t actually believe in the cult per se, I’m just there for the scheme of it all. To pocket the innocent out of their money.” 

        “Okay could’ve blinked twice.” She kidded, though the attempt was quite riveting. Breaking into her own short form of laughter when it turned into a Freddy Kruger for the 2000′s situation. “No that is not at all where I was going but, you should write that down that’s kind of genius and would totally sell today. Starring someone tragically killed off from the Vampire Diaries circa season 3.” So definitely the blonde? She had to have died already right? Shifting in a more upright position at the others own Jonestown direction, catching her very own need to scope out any unassuming ears, “Could be. Liquid courage in all forms. Us two of course would have to continue on with our reign am I right?” Taking the whole topic in stride, this was fun. It’d been a good while taking a hike down the fictional lane of grandeur. “Oh. Oh. Guess everyone needs an accountant, even the puppets. Even if that is technically me too in the end. Well played.” 

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ameliaxmartin‌:

At the odd, sudden harshness, Amelia inclined her head slightly and inhaled, letting the subject go in favor of something that perhaps garnered a bit less ire from her companion. Of the little she knew of Macy’s situation, she knew the other wasn’t here out of some deeply-seated love for the sleepy little town and rather came here out of necessity, a means to an end, and there was a good chance Amelia’s sunny personality glared too much like daylight on smooth ice. At least for the time being.

And now she pressed, and the elder woman felt a prickle of nerves ripple down her spine as they tread a little too closely to a conversation she didn’t want to have. Sure, she brought it up, but only in passing, and now Macy wanted more out of her, either in genuine curiosity or misdirected spite. “Nope,” she answered obstinately, her hazel eyes fixed on the sidewalk now as she walked. “I’m boring, apparently. Not bored, boring.” Her own tone now betrayed her discomfort, tight and thin despite her best efforts to hide it. 

     Friends, acquaintances, those drifting in between were becoming harder and harder to maintain. There were those moments where it felt like one single fact identified someone and there was some instant magical way of knowing the deep darks and in turn they already knew your ins and outs. The fine line between jumping far, far ahead and just wanting some sort of companionship and the daily ‘hi’s how are you’s’ became blurred easily with Macy. This clearly being one of them. Had she jumped to a part where Amelia was able to read her in and out? A moment of digesting and she would see that that probably wasn’t the case. 

    “You’re not boring. Snowboarding’s not boring—I mean I don’t really know I don’t do it. But so many people do. It’s like that lesser version of skiing, and skiing’s a blast. And you teach it. Or can teach it. Not all those who can’t do teach....” Reaching here, but it wasn’t untrue per se. It was simply a friendly gesture, “You’re not boring. You just need to branch out. Right?” 

[parkerhqs]

Parker looked up and over at the person who sat across from him, while moving the wooden stick around in his soup. “I’m pretty damn sure that the professors put so much shit on our shoulders, because they don’t want us to have a personal life outside of school,” he said and shook his head, before letting his gaze drop down to the soup, “either that, or just because they think it’s hilarious to watch us tear our hair out.” He had a hell of a lot to think about lately and honestly, it was messing with Parker’s concentration, which with his dyslexia, didn’t make it any easier to focus on school. He had a huge test coming up, and honestly, he was a little worried that it was going to go to hell. Especially seeing as he was trying to become a better person. After the car accident, and the physical therapy he had to go through as well as the whole situation with the police and the hacking of school property, it was pretty obvious that everything that had happened, was getting to Parker’s mom. So, he promised her that he would do everything he could to clean up his act.

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       “It’s the hair. Especially if it’s a man—’speeding up the process’.” Air quotes in place, she was one hundred percent kidding but half of her wondered if it could be the truth. Her dad was a Professor himself at UM, a stereotype all his own so any chance to really get under the dudes skin didn’t seem all that far fetched. Though that wouldn’t really explain the girls either... eh, it was a funny image nonetheless. “So far you look ahead of the curve . Hair follicles in tact. Keep it up.” 

[bexjenner]

At last, the house was going to be decorate for the Christmas holiday and, attending the requestes of two demanding little girls, this year would have a lot of references to the Nutcracker and Rebecca could not be happier —- goodbye Frozen and may you rest in peace. However, there was still one more promise she has to fulfill and it was what made the young woman drive her way to the grocery shopping. “Alright, so cookies —- what does one need to make them?” she was almost calling her mother or Marie for help as she stood in the middle of an island looking out for the sugar free products. “Without elevate the level of the sugar of a two and four years old.” She was speaking to herself, which meant she was lost. 

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     “Really, really, really flat and fake vanilla tasting, like when you mistakenly order sugar-free vanilla in your latte, that kind of taste. Probably grassy tasting stuff. So kale?” Had to be a thing, kale cookies. Why not. Cookies weren’t really cookies without the sugar right? Reaching for her own sugar free brownie mix because now curiosity was peaked. “I’ll no doubt be back in a couple hours.” Referring to the mix that probably wouldn’t turn out all that great. 

[johnbradfxrd-deactivated2019011]

          Holiday spirit and cheer were two very unknown concepts to someone like John. It wasn’t like John had a reason to hate Christmas, but typically around this time of year it felt like everyone around him wanted him to emote and smile more. John wasn’t a smiler. If ever he did back home, his sisters would put on a show all because they caught John smiling at something. The beard contributed to keeping his expressions under wrap a little better. It was around this time of year too that John had that itch to drink again and burrow himself into the back of a bar, sit back and wallow in a few drinks. Though temptation was pulling him in the wrong direction, he still remained focused as he entered the nearest tavern and shook the cold off his shoulders. Rounding up to the bar he signalled the bartender. “Just a water.” He asked quietly before turning to the person sitting nearby. “You escaping the cold too?”

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      Escaping the cold was a accurate excuse, Macy was escaping all kinds of cold. The cold and dead face of Marvin Earl Tallywhacker (Thomas-Whaller, but that was boring) that despite doing exactly what the picture showed, there was a complaint. Damn those youtube contours tutorials, everyone thought they knew what they were doing now. The cold from the too far of a walk she made to the bar that she thought was right around the corner. That was most likely the one he was talking about, surly. That kind of cold too— “Yeah, something like that. Turned into that. Can’t say it’s working too well.” She said, shaking the almost empty glass of red she thought would defrost toes. “

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dexramirez‌:

“I would be willing to bet that two minutes isn’t long enough to tell you all about my life,” he smirked, pointing his hand to the bench across from him as a way of welcoming her to take a seat, perhaps mostly out of curiosity. “You on the lam? Because you know what guilt by association is, right?”

   Relieved he didn’t say no, more like rolled with the flow. God how awkward she thought it would’ve been if he did in fact tell her no... “Can’t say I know it verbatim, lots of legal jargon and I unfortunately haven’t gotten into the whole legal drama kick...or been arrested. You? There see, life story. If two minutes won’t do, bullet points work just fine too....”

[matchmusicbox-80]

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From the album Tails and Reality Bites soundtrack (1994)

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ellenxjaymes‌:

“Does a magic eight ball really have one of those options? — I suppose that is one suggestion but I don’t even know if that would work for this person.” As she was told the response she shrugged, she would have to locate partner to do the contest with him and she knew that was probably not going to happen, unless she dragged her brother to it, but even she didn’t think that would be fair to him, “That they are and no one is every happy. I remember the times that the thought of someone just getting a gift was enough for them to smile and be thankful. Now everything is about money. – Why is this season hard for you?”

     “Well no, more of an up for interpretation answer.” Out of all the responses a good eight or so were worthless nail biters. If she was truly superstitious or ten years old again she would eagerly await being able to shake again. God forbid one of the ambiguous answers come up a second time. Blasphemy! “For me? It’s just the whole combination. Too much family time, not enough, Expectations constantly let down...and those Russian tea cakes are never as good as they used to be...someone always ends up burning them—oh there, everyone could use a cooking class. Maybe your person’ll find their true calling by something so simple. Probably still kinda expensive though.”      

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milakovachev‌:

                    Mila paused, offering a mirth embellished smile, though her sentiment was plunged in a more sincere tone, “I’ll be cheering for you when you become famous, so long as you promise to get me front row seats to your games.” Timbre ventured towards a sing-song tonality, raising her brows as if hoping to sway the other on the offer. “Besides it will be an even trade so long as you ask the magic eight ball if I’m ever gonna make it farther in the UFC. We’re the small town girls trying to make it out of a lonely world. Or this town, whatever, Journey lyrics still work for this predicament.” The inquiry to a friggen’ magic eight ball came from the inquietude at being back, her father’s sickness pausing her own advancements in the UFC that she had fought so hard for. 

      Macy gave a silent and duty filled nod at the expectations come her grand entering into the NBA; how hard could free sideline tickets really be after all? If Leo and Zefron could get them then the tiny first ever female definitely could. “No need to tell me, I was totally singing everything you just said in Steve Perry voice in my head.” Giving the ball a good shake she waited on a bubbled answer, “Yes.” Simple as that. “So you know, just keep on fightin’...literally. Remind me never to get on your bad side.” 

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billiemathers‌:

“I’ve got you beat. I literally went onto teethfallingoutdream.org. I’m not even kidding. That’s actually a website. I’m shocked, there really is anything for anything out there isn’t there.” She was rambling at this, between crazy dreams about teeth falling out and killers chasing her like she was some campy horror cliche from the late seventies. “Why go to a shrink anyway when I have you here, you’re just as sane as I am.” Billie pointed out with a cutesy little toothy smile, rattling her tongue over the roof of her mouth loudly. “Sorry.” Billie winced, knowing she may have just given Macy another nightmare about snakes and hearts tonight before going back to the cult… another odd subject matter for dreams. “Nothing a little liquid courage can’t handle. Moses climbed a mountain to get the Ten Commandments, but you and me, oh we could do much better just by sitting on our arses and writing a list.” 

      “Oh, a niche site. What could possibly go wrong there? Wait...don’t answer that. Blink once if you’re guilty of attempting alleged Dr. Dreams recipe for bringing teeth dreams to life—you know, really delve into the psyche with only a fee of twenty something a month and a side of webcam hacking...” she laughed, a shrug rolling off quite easy just then, it appeared the other was getting it just as much as she was. “What’re friends for if not silently judge whether or not the others more crazy?” Her own bout’s with cray pretty much leaving her assuming she was definitely on the ‘will not meet another crazy as crazy as her unless they start eating the fake flowers’..but then, she also didn’t feel all that crazy either. “And supplying tequila or rum, vodka..whatever the drink of choice is.” And with that Macy moved the 8 Ball out of frame, mostly so that she wouldn’t forget it. God forbid she spent all this focus and attention on the silly object to simply leave it for some other lucky soul to snatch. “—OH, so you would join the cult...maybe I have more powers of persuasion than I thought.” 

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georgiewallace‌:

“That was when it got way too much for me. Being left alone at home, okay, still too much for a child, but you can go on by on a way. But now, alone on a hotel and do the things he did? Yeah no right. I must confess, though. I was always scared of pigeon lady.” Georgie confessed, shivering a little. “Oh!! — The grandpa one that was always sad for being alone? I felt so bad for him, though. But yes, it was more than just a movie of a kid abandoned by their parents just like that.”

      “And here I was confused why I couldn’t stay at the Ritz all by myself and order all the room service and play in the dumbwaiter.” A confession to rattle all childhood feelings on the matter, and Home Alone’s not so subtext’y theme of loneliness on the Grandma-like pigeon lady now that just stung. But it was true in the end—to each their own. “Yeah...” she paused, thinking more on Grandpa snow-shoveler   “Being estranged from your daughter and growing grandchildren makes for a wicked little emotional kick to a Christmas heist movie...makes me wonder now though what he did. Couldn’t have had anything to do with Buzz’s girlfriend, woof.” 

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isaacreinhart‌:

                    “I don’t know,” Isaac shrugged, lips pursed as if in a brief assessment of the other. “It seems like a load of crap to me; you seem kind of short for the NBA so are you sure that thing isn’t broken?” Expression was soon eclipsed by a combative grin, clearly unable to help himself when it came to such snark embellished humor. 

     Mouth dropped in what she would hope was suited for at least whatever the runner up soap opera these days was, “I’ll pretend for both our benefits that you didn’t just say that. Just in case—” placing a hand on the side of mouth as if the 8 ball would hear somehow on the left side, “Broken. Dead. Washed up old machine. Lucky it’s got those royalties....”