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they're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one; so, light me up, go ahead & light me up. STACEY CLAIRE EVANS | 15 1. crack glass against the wall and revel in the shards, this is your heart on the ground, sharp edged glory and linoleum. you are mismatched, mistake, mislead. you are whole and apart and inbetween. 2. break your own bones, bend them into stars and the shape of the sun, know that they are beautiful. bend them into concrete brick and stone wall, know that they are strong. 3. your mouth woulds words you were taught not to speak. that drumbeat call to war you feel against your ribs is the breath in your lungs; in, out, and in again. steady now, your hands are shaking. #TIMESUP | #VOTEHUMMEL

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theincrediblejane:

Jane was thankful to find a space to breathe with the constant foot traffic getting in her way and blocking most of the shorter paths she needed to get where she wanted. To have so many people in one place was more annoying than it was scary, but Jane managed to not get herself in any trouble just yet. With her arms aching from all the waving and her legs tired from all the jumping, Jane set her signs down and scanned the area to see if she could find Madison. The Cheerio that approached her wasn’t at all the one she was looking for, but since Jane hadn’t had a bad interaction with her just yet, she decided she wouldn’t ignore the girl outright. Besides, she needed someone to talk to so she didn’t focus on how out of place she was. Biting back just how much assault with a hammer would impact a trial, Jane huffed. Men were disgusting and this type of event only helped increase the worst kind. “Nice to know the night didn’t bring on a shortage of pigs. I know it might be silly to ask, but are you okay? Stacey is it?”

“They’re men, I’ve learned not to expect anything less.” The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes in the direction of the crowd she had managed to escape from. She had seen the second girl around a bit; she knew that she and Madison were basically inseparable, so she had never been especially eager to talk to her. Still, the youngest Evans was kind by default, even to Socials, only resorting to snark when she was forced to be defensive. “Yeah, I’m fine -- thanks for asking.” She managed a slight smile. “Yeah. You’re Jane, right? Madison’s friend?”

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greaserhummel:

Starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the crowd, Kurt figured that he’d try and make his way out of there and head to the triage center. He was headed that way when he had to pause and take a double check. Quickly, he moved after the familiar figure, watching as she made it to a less-occupied space. He followed her, stopping by her side and raising an eyebrow at her.

“Did you tell him to stop?” He asked, genuinely concerned, “Or do you wanna point him out and I’ll go give him a stern word?” He had to chuckle a little at her saying she’d take a hammer to his hand, figuring that if she was saying it, the guy probably had it coming to him. “Let’s just focus on getting you far away from the guy so we don’t have even more violence, okay?”

Friendly faces seemed to be hard to find in the mess of all-too-chaotic violence that seemed to surround her, so, needless to say, running Kurt was quite a relief. A large part of her was wondering why she had come and considered bolting as soon as her brothers and friends finished their respective competitions. “I think I scared him off when I made a point to mention my brother’s upcoming point just loudly enough for him to hear.” The blonde half-shrugged, a smile cracking through her nervous exterior. “That sounds like a dream,” she sighed, doing her best not to shake her head at the scene a couple dozen feet away. “What do you think of all this?” She asked, starting her retreat.

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greasershaw:

Liam was actually feeling anxious about tonight. He wasn’t one to do many things with physical violence. However with how angry he was he knew that this was potentially the only way that he was going to do that. Of course, fighting one of his own was never the ideal situation for anyone. Stevie was a good friend of his, so… it didn’t seem like a good thing for him. Either way he knew that it’d be fine. Spotting Stacey off in the far corner, he decided to say hello his opponent’s twin. “Hey, beautiful.” he smiled widely, leaning against the wall that was there and then he heard her words. “Need me to deck someone in the face? Because I abso-fucking-lutely will. Especially since your brother is more than likely gonna kick my ass.”

Garden eyes rolled at the compliment, her annoyed expression breaking into a smile as she crossed he arms over her chest. “No, if he tries anything else, I can fend for myself.” Or, at least, she wanted to convince people she could, even if she didn’t quite believe it herself. “You’re fighting Stevie? Shit. Well, good luck? It could be worse, right? Could be fighting someone who actually dislikes you.”

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greasetanalopez:

Santana was a little torn about Stacey’s presence among the crowd. The blonde’s innocence was both a cause for concern and a breath of fresh air. But she took comfort in the knowledge that they were surrounded by people they knew. People that would protect Stacey if the time ever called for it. “You got yourself a deal, Evans.” The Latina stated with a smile as she returned her attention to the girls in question. When the littlest Evans spoke once more, she turned her full attention back to the girl. Insane was definitely one word to describe the night so far and it would only get more intense as the night wore on. “You can say that again.” She muttered, gaze sweeping around their surroundings. All the nerves that she’d forgotten about returned with the acknowledgment that she would be racing. “Excited,” which wasn’t a lie. She actually couldn’t wait to get behind that wheel. “And nervous,” she added on in a moment of honesty. “But what about you?” Sure the girl wouldn’t be participating but Santana was more than aware of the Evans boys’ involvement in the tournament. “How are you feeling about Sam and Stevie being a part of… all of this?”

“Feel free to go ahead and text me your order, then, because let’s be real, you’re gonna win this bet within the hour,” the blonde laughed, shaking her head as she took in the area around them. “Yeah... I’d be nervous, too,” she admitted, before quickly adding: “I mean, I’m sure you’ll be amazing, duh, but it’s a little scary.” She shrugged, tugging her lower lip between her teeth and chewing on it briefly at the mention of her brothers. “I wish I could have talked them out of it, but, there was no chance of that. I’m just hoping they make it out of here unscathed.” In all honesty, in addition to her worry, she felt guilt. A lot of it. “Do you think they wish I was... I don’t know, participating? They do so much to help out and, I mean, I do the best I can, but... Stevie and I are the same age, shouldn’t I be doing as much as he does?”

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greaserevans:

Sam couldn’t help but smile as Stacey walked over, his nerves calming for a moment as he screwed the lid back on the water bottle and gave a shrug. “I’m fine…” he answered, though of course it was a complete lie, but how did he turn around to his little sister and admit that he was terrified? That he was petrified that he was going to lose when they desperately needed the money? “How ‘bout you? How’re you doing?” He finally looked to her properly, a quick once over to make sure she really was okay. The crowds left him uneasy, especially with his little siblings there.

“Yeah?” Stacey asked, furrowing her brow; it was quite obvious that she didn’t believe him, but she wasn’t about to try to press the matter further. At least, not now, in an area where tensions were clearly running high. “I’m fine - good, really. A little nervous about you and Stevie, but...” she trailed off, shaking her head, knowing that there was no way she could talk either of them out of this.

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greaserevans:

Sam was twitchy. Extremely so. Nerves coursed through his veins, manifesting in a bouncing leg and constant deep breaths as he tried to relax. He couldn’t drive in this state. But he had to… His family needed the money. Sam just needed to get behind the wheel and get on with winning. With shaking hands, he lifted a bottle of water to his lips, gulping down a few mouthfuls as he sat on the bonnet of one of the currently unused cars, watching the crowds, but as his head rolled forward, he caught someone’s eyes as they approached.

“I don’t bite, y’know. You can come over,” 

There were times where Stacey wondered if she should have been participating - her brothers, after all, were working so hard to help their family out. Eventually, though, she figured making her family pay for hospital bills would burden them more than it was worth, considering she was about as physically tough as a bratz doll. She had wandered off to try to find Dani again, but when she spotted Sam across the way, she made the decision to detour. “You looked like you were thinking about stuff, I didn’t want to interrupt.” She shrugged, crosing her arms as she sat beside him. “How’re you feeling?”

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fxckdharp:

Obviously the turn out to fight or flight was gonna be massive, Dani looking around the crowd. She was so ready for her name to be called, so when it didn’t she decided to just walk around and try not to get too in her head about it all. When seeing a familiar blonde, her eyes narrowed slightly. What the hell was Stacey doing there? She better not be fighting, Dani wouldn’t ever be able to raise a hand on that girl. There was no doubt that she was happy to see her though and she knew Stace was growing up like all of them, hell when she was 15 she was in a lot more trouble. Walking over, she felt her frown deepen at the girl’s words. “What guy? Want me to kill him?” She asked jokingly, before pulling her in close. “No I’ll do it…But, you know where you’re at right? this is the kinda place where a no might not do, unfortunately. Go after his dick though.

Thank the heavens for Dani Harper, Stacey thought, smiling as she wrapped an arm around her as she was pulled close. Few people in this town made her feel as comfortable as the older brunette did and so seeing her was the easiest way to make her calm down. “Can I help? And by help, I mean cheer you on from a safe distance because God knows I’m about as powerful as a pixie.” She joked, smile stretching across delicate features. “Got it, I’ll keep that in mind, but, hopefully I won’t have to.”

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New Years Resolution: make people stopping looking at you like a baby. She had jotted it down on a napkin in the midst of her first encounter with alcohol, vowing that, from this point on, she was grown up. It was hard for her not to roll her eyes whenever she was called ‘little Evans’ or ‘baby Evans’ - for Gods-sake, she was the exact same age as Stevie and no one was calling him baby-anything. So, naturally, attending events she had been previously forbidden to jumped to the top of her to-do list. However, she underestimated how overwhelming said events were. In the midst of the crowd, she managed to spot a less-occupied space, far away from the events everyone was centered around, and so she made her way there, dainty hands pulling the elastic from her (headache-inducing) high-ponytail, shaking her head as she registered a familiar face, “There’s this guy over there who keeps grabbing at my ass and I swear, if he does i again I’m gonna take a hammer to his hand or... something.”

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greasetanalopez:

Crowds of people gathered and more were arriving by the minute. The Latina could feel the excitement building, could hear it in the animated way that those around her spoke. They were all ready for what the night had in store for them. And it was infectious. Santana could feel her own nervous excitement growing within her at the knowledge that it wouldn’t be long before she’d be getting behind the wheel of a car, feeling the thrill of the race. But she couldn’t think of that now. Not when a sliver of uncertainty was making her wonder if she was doing the right thing by taking herself out of her element. The last thing she needed was to start her race with that doubt. Win or lose, she would go into it confident and clear-headed.

“Watch it.” A girl on her right snapped, effectively bringing the Latina out of her thoughts. She watched for a moment as the girl’s irritation made her step up to the one who’d bumped into her. Emotions where high, there was no doubt about that. And, for a moment, Santana thought that one of them would start swinging. Although the girls continued on, exchanging harsh words over something as inconsequential as an accidental bump, she still held firm in her belief that a fight would be inevitable, even if these girls managed to part ways without ever lifting a fist. “Five bucks says that there will be a fight in the crowd before the night is out.” She said, turning to the person next to her. “Make it ten.”

Wide-eyed and a bit nervous, it was hard to hide that Stacey had certainly never been somewhere like this. She did her best to hide it, though, keeping her chin held high and trying to give off an aura or strength and confidence... before remembering she was barely tipping 5 feet tall and she kinda looked like a pre-teen, so her strategy changed. She realized that standing alone probably wasn’t the best place to start, so, after hanging around with her brothers for a bit, green eyes started to register more familiar faces, and so she quickly made a break for it. Eventually, she found herself standing with Santana, eyes curiously darting around as the space began to fill. 

She wasn’t oblivious to the situation behind them; in fact, you could read it on her face that she was trying hard not to show her amusement, because, the moment she did, she’d be dragged into whatever discourse they were brewing up. “Can’t promise money, but, if one breaks out, I’ll bring you a coffee to school on Monday,” she agreed with a near-laugh and the slightest roll of her eyes. “God, this is insane,” she added, not particularly skilled at hiding her innocence. “I heard you’re racing tonight, how’re you feeling?”

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fxckdharp:

Keep it up and I might not be able to resist. Though, not sure how your brother would feel about it.

I mean, we all know I’m the superior Evans. Science shows that I’m approximately eight times cuter, so really, no one would blame you for choosing me.

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badgirlmiller:

I probably know exactly who you’re talking about, to be honest. But then again, all high school boys probably snickered under their breath when they heard it. Boys will be boys or whatever. You probably are one of the more intelligent people I’ve encountered all day. You aren’t wrong there, little Evans. Really there isn’t anything fun that ever took place on a Tuesday, so canceling them would be alright in my books.

And you’re both one of the more intelligent and most enjoyable I’ve talked to today, so looks like this is the perfect set-up. Dream team and all that jazz. Perfect. So, from here on out, we’ll just no longer acknowledge their existence and stop showing up to school then... unless I have homework to turn in.

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fxckdharp:

You really know how to make a girl swoon, little Evans.

Does this mean you’re going to finally accept my marriage proposal so we can run away together?

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greasemonkey-ryder:

Really? No way, people don’t tremble when they see you walking their way? That can’t be right. That would be one way to go about it though, I’m sure no one would mess with you then. Or at least with your locker. Hahahah! You have no idea how bad it is until you’re in a locker room with them all spraying the same nasty scent at once. 

Unbelievable, isn’t it? And here I thought I was considered the most intimidating person at school. Oh, God, I can’t even imagine. Serious question, do you think the fumes have ever been enough to make someone pass out?

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greasetanalopez:

But there are some seriously stupid people, Stace. It’s not surprising that there are those who can’t handle a freshman course. You’re a smart one, I could see you in AP classes and then you’ll be able to get away from some of the stupidity and incompetence. 

You think so? Maybe I’ll try to take some next year, then. Like 90% of my grade sucks, so I’ll do anything to get away from them. Anyway, enough about people who aren’t worth my time, let’s talk about people who are; how are you doing?

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