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   IT’S KILLING ME. YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME NORMAN.

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I don’t think I have enough followers to post this BUT: like for a starter !

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would you all be so kind as to reblog this post if you wouldn’t mind me following you and hopefully interacting with you? i really want more people to follow but am a shy lil muffin. i don’t know who to follow. i don’t know who wants to follow me back or interact with me.

this is an indie norma bates blog from bates motel written by fayth (sunny).

i know and could potentially make verses for the following: once upon a time, shameless, supernatural, izombie, the walking dead, dexter, the mortal instruments, pretty little liars, disney, harry potter, marvel, dc, there’s probably others i’m not thinking of but don’t let that discourage any of you, i would be willing to write you regardless of your fandom.

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i just wanna be active here because i love mama bates but i either forget, don’t have time, or don’t have the peeps who are interested in rping with meeee. ~

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N o r m a | L o u i s e | B a t e s 

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{The Morning After}

“ shit, I’m late for work ”

“ ugh, not you again ”

“ did I lose a bet last night? ”

“ I can’t believe I just did that ”

“ you cannot tell anyone about this ”

“ you cannot tell _____ about this ”

“ that was amazing ”

“ my name’s _____, by the way ”

“ where did you learn to do that? ”

“ well this will be an exciting diary entry ”

“ why are we outside? ”

“ I’m sorry I broke your bed ”

“ so… breakfast? ”

“ I think I need to shower for a year ”

“ we have to stop doing this ”

“ I really hope I’m/you’re not pregnant ”

“ I didn’t know you had a tattoo ”

“ wanna go again? ”

“ I ache all over ”

“ you might be the best I’ve ever had ”

“ that wasn’t what I planned ”

“ why is there glitter everywhere? ”

“ karaoke isn’t usually such a turn on for me ”

“ that was better than last time ”

“ does this mean we’re dating? ”

“ I’m so hungover ”

“ what did you say your name was? ”

“ I need a cigarette ”

“ are you sure that was alright? ”

“ I don’t cuddle ”

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                            written & loved by sunny / fayth.

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consequentson:

His smile was thin, but there as he pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down carefully as per Norma’s suggestion. Yeah… he could only imagine what being a sheriff would be like in a town like this – hah. Yeah, nah… he’d had his fill of juggling this town’s insanity. Let Romero do the heavy lifting from now on… so long as his mom kept smiling like she had been, lately. 

Dylan watched idly as Norma fussed around him, not altogether sat back and relaxed, still feeling like he could’ve been doing something to help but not wanting to step on her toes or get in the way, either. His knee bounced, hands clasped in his lap. 

“She’s awesome,” Dylan admitted with an involuntary little grin, his head ducking as he thought of the brown-eyed beauty. “She’s doing really well. Looking at classes, even, y’know – for school and stuff…” Of course she’d pulled through all of this like a champ. He’d never doubted that fighting spirit of hers. “And me, I’m – I’m good,” he added, tacking that last bit on much like an afterthought (he usually was, anyway; just a habit.) “Just… glad that everyone’s… things’ve been looking up lately.”  He shrugged, pulling at his fingers restlessly, ever unable to just sit still.

‘ Oh classes? ’

This sparked Norma’s attention. Emma might have mentioned something about wanting to continue school, probably what she wanted to be, but Norma wasn’t always the most attentive listener ; she was always worried about the next thing she had to do to get herself or Norman out of messes she he gets herself himself into.

‘ Where’s she going to go? I can’t even think of the community   college’s name near here... Do we even have a local college?   I’m sorry---------I should know this. You’d think I’d know this. ’

She didn’t expect Emma and her father to move, & definitely didn’t  expect  Dylan  to  move  along  with  the  Decody  family. The blonde continued to busy herself with preparing dinner. Once she was at a stopping point, she sat herself at the table, letting the food   cook   while   she   patiently   waited   for   it   to   do   so.

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consequentson:

Us – it was gonna take some pretty serious getting used to for him to remember she was probably referring to her latest husband, and not his little brother. The idea of sitting down for dinner with Alex Romero was… a bizarre one. It’d happened once before, sure, but – there’d been a lot going on that night. More people. More buffers. 

“Oh, uh – I’m – I’m probably good, thanks…”  Dylan lingered by the door, hands leaving his pockets as he wrung them in front of him. Dylan had the impression Alex wasn’t all that interested in any stepfather duties, and he couldn’t exactly blame him. He was an adult, and Norman was… difficult. He didn’t wanna intrude on the honeymoon – or whatever was going on here.

“– I was just here to visit. But, um – if you’re busy, I can go. Or if you need help, I can… I could try not to burn anything.” Things’d been awkward between them since she’d been let in on the know about he and Emma, but especially since Dylan had discovered his future lay in Seattle… he didn’t wanna leave without trying to repair that olive branch that’d slowly but surely grown between them. It wasn’t that far away, but… she was still his mom.

‘ No, no. Sit. Make yourself at home. Alex won’t be back until 5 or so...   If he comes home on time. His job keeps him out late sometimes.  ’

She was trying to make small talk, probably stuff Dylan didn’t care to hear, but she didn’t know what Dylan’s interests included aside from weed & Emma. That’s what the  d i s t a n c e  between them had caused. But she was trying. She was trying hard for Norman & Dylan. To be a good mother. But the problem was that she didn’t know how to do that---an even bigger problem was that she would never admit that fact to anyone, not even herself. She busied herself with cooking on the stove, thinking of what else to say that wouldn’t start a fight.

‘ So ...... How are you? How is Emma? ’

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‘ Dylan ??? ’

Norma was preparing dinner.

‘I didn’t expect you home...’

She didn’t. It seemed like he was either working or with Emma. There was nothing except surprise in Norma’s voice. She was trying to be friendly, but empathy & warmheartedness did not come easily to her.

‘ Will you be joining us for dinner? ’

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     ‘ Norman . . .  ’

Norma  turned  from  the  stove,  leaning  against  the  counter. The  woman  gave  a  concerned  look  towards  her  son  as  she ran            a            hand             through            blonde            locks.

‘ You know I do the things I do because I care about you... right? ’

A   touch   of   melancholy   SATURATED   the   mother’s   tone.

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there’s a pause —-  “c’mon, you know full well that ain’t gonna work out for us, norma-” she goes to clarify, decidedly only a little stern today, but remaining as characteristically honest as always. and although she can’t exactly retract the statement now, bea comes to suppose that she’s happy norma didn’t opt to go ask her brother that question. “and what’d we go and do about the money, huh? you happen to have any lyin’ around?”

        ‘ No... ’

There was a sigh that escaped Norma’s lips. She   felt   defeated.  She   hated   it. 

‘ I donno what I was thinkin’ It was just wishful thinkin’ huh? ’

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after 84 years i finally redid norma’s theme!

let me know how it looks ?

next i need to do emma’s.

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@tillhumanvxices ♥’d  “starter call”

Norma was BATTLE READY ; her defenses up as she walked  into  the  room,  settling  in  the  chair,  waiting  for Ms. Watson  to  tell  her  why  she  called  her  for  a  meeting.

She sized up the woman with her eyes, Norma’s posture already CONFRONTATIONAL. The blonde leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other before she folded her hands onto her lap. Her slender fingers FIDGETED nervously. Seconds ticked by like hours.

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‘ Bea --- ’

Norma shook her head & sighed ; she hated where they lived & just wanted to  move  on.      She  wished  they  could.

‘ What if we ran away? ’

She knew it wouldn’t work, but to humor the idea made her feel both better & worse.