#*donna

[alright-fuckhead]

[apocryptid]

4 - homecoming

transcript

donna - margaret have you seen my keys?

margaret - nope.

donna - ah shit. they have to be somewhere, i can't be late again this week

margaret - not to make a bad situation worse but also the fridge isn't working

donna - today just isn't my day. whatever, i'll just take the bus

margaret - oh look who decided to make an appearance

wyatt - uh. hey guys

donna - oh my god wyatt!

donna - jed didn't tell me he was picking you up from the airport! i missed you so much baby

wyatt - ha, i missed you too mom

margaret - he was in alaska for the summer, not off to war

wyatt - shut up margaret

donna - oh i'm going to be so late. i have to go to work now but don't worry we'll catch up soon as i get off okay?

wyatt - okay mom, it's fine really. i have to get my stuff out the car anyways

margaret - wyatt wait!

margaret - if you ever leave again i will track you down and kill you myself.

[malkaviansaints]

gave the girls some (minor) updating

[rekant-aa]

@voirverite: well, it’s just a backup plan. @ donna :o)  ( from here, accepting. )

‘ a--- ’  her jaw drops, her brows crease. she dons the most comical expression of offense you’ve ever seen in your life.  ‘ i don’t need a backup plan. ’

the insinuation has her reeling  ---  anxious and furious all at once. it’s been days since she’s slept (or, if she’s dropped off at any point during this frenzy, it couldn’t have been for more than ten, twenty minutes at a time), clear by the way her hair’s falling out of its pins. her makeup’s all smudged, the concealer under her eyes has long since been rubbed away, leaving behind the dark circles it was supposed to cover up. 

‘ this will work, perry. and it’s going to be marvelous. ’  stop looking at me like that.  ‘ it’s going to take your breath away. ’

[rekant-a]

@dustroads

It looks like Donna’s been up for hours. Maybe she has been. Maybe she woke up right after getting to sleep and couldn’t bear to wake Joe with how restless she can get through the night. She’d made her way quietly through the house and fallen asleep for an hour or two on the couch, reading an old and tattered romance novel she’d plucked off the bookshelf. She wakes with the sun, and wonders if that’s what’s woken Joey too, or if it had simply been her clattering around in the kitchen.

She’s picked a fresh bouquet of roses from her own garden, three red and two white. They sit in a crystal vase on the kitchen counter while she brews a pot of coffee.

‘I won’t cry over it if you don’t want to stay,’ she says firmly. It sounds scripted, like it’s been rehearsed plenty of times before. ‘But I thought you might want a cup of coffee before you go.’

[anniviech]

[alright-fuckhead]

Sorry, didn't see you there.