#beaniestm

[pckyyart]

my favorite magic!

[sleazeballtm]

closed: @beaniestm where: beanie's

It was the Saturday after New Year's (just a few days later) and Ted was still trying to wrap his head around what had happened that night. How he went from being at a party alone to taking a beautiful babe home was still beyond him-- and how he spent the whole next day wrapped up in her was also a mystery. A blessing even and one he was definitely counting. He hadn't stopped thinking about it either-- how it went from him uttering a pick up line about ringing in the new year with a bang and her rolling her eyes. He had been about to lay on another that was a little classier when she grabbed him by the front of the pants and dragged him right into the copier room. Didn't take a genius to figure out what was going to happen from there, but the night that followed? The day? Ted was reeling. He couldn't rightly remember the last time he'd spent that long in the embrace of the same woman. Sure, yes, he had been with the same women multiple times over the course of different days... but to spend all night and next day together? Now that was new.

He was doing his best to be as normal about it as he could be too, but he really enjoyed his time with Emma. She was fun and he didn't just mean in the sack... though that was pretty phenomenal as well. No, they'd had a good New Year's Day at his place. He'd made sure his brother wasn't going to come home so they wouldn't be disturbed, but it didn't matter much as they barely left his bedroom outside of bathroom breaks and grabbing food from the front door. Their time in that bedroom? It hadn't just been about sex-- though, mind you, there was plenty of it. No. They'd talked. They'd laughed. They'd explored thoughts that seemed to pour out a little too easily despite their lack of previous interactions. Ted talked about his job and how it wasn't necessarily the dream, but it paid well. Benefits. Good colleagues. Etc.. She had asked what his dreams were and he'd teased her by saying she wasn't ready to hear those-- so she spoke of hers. Finishing college, buying a chunk of land, opening a pot farm.

pot farm?

She'd confirmed he'd heard right and they both had a small laugh about it before Ted confessed that his dreams were ever changing. Sometimes it felt like they were in reach and other times they seemed impossible to even imagine a scenario for. She'd asked again what they were and Ted shrugged, what everyone wants, you know? And she'd waited for him to reply, but before either could say something else there was a knock at the door signifying food had been delivered. They didn't go back to the topic. But that conversation, her smile, the way they laid on their sides talking... it hit something deep within him and he wanted more. Because for once... someone had chosen him. He knew, somewhere in all this, she'd picked him because he was easy and desperate, but she stayed at his place. She stayed through the night and the day and he... no woman has ever done that with him before.

So as he stepped into Beanie's Saturday morning he'd done so with confidence and his head held high. He had tried to swing by after work yesterday, but Emma hadn't been working. And he would've texted her, but he didn't have her number. Did that worry him? Maybe a little, but she'd been so... flirty in her goodbye that he was certain meeting again in some situation would be alright. It's why he was here, why he was striding to the counter with an air about him-- in air that only thickened at the sight of the barista behind it. "Well, well, well... if it isn't the perkiest number this side of Lake Michigan." He grinned with a touch of a smirk, "Was hoping I'd find you here-- turns out my phone is very much lacking your number in it."

[crisisbabe]

OUTGOING MISSED CALL | 12:17 OUTGOING MISSED CALL | 12:18 OUTGOING MISSED CALL | 12:18 OUTGOING MISSED CALL | 12:22

[ TEXT -> EMMA 💞 ] : please call me back emma [ TEXT -> EMMA 💞 ] : i need you

@beaniestm

[witchdoctrines]

six months is a very long time. emilie anxiously drums her fingers on the steering wheel as she urges her prius up the increasingly less maintained roads that wind through the witch wood. i could have called, visiting would have been harder but calling... i could have tried. the guilt can't be drowned out by the failing speakers but she tries. like any half assed catholic it still lays itself across her shoulders in that self serving way she never quite learned to shirk like an inconvenience and she has to resist the urge to chew her nails as the defaced signs for the farm begin to dot the path like breadcrumbs. people are fucking cruel.

even as she comes to the turn off, the car groans it protest loud enough she makes a mental note that she needs to get under the hood again--- but who the fuck has time for that ? i'll make time eventually. she allows herself to believe that she means it for the time being, a small comfort as she hits a pot hole with such force it jolts the car and she has to slow down to be certain it didn't flatten the tire as the tree line begins to thin out ahead, betrayed by the burning sun of the late morning. she doesn't remember the trip being this long.

if she didn't know this was right, she would have assumed that she took a wrong turn. where there once was a sprawling lush green there is now a swath of dirt brown and black with sporadic sprays of vegetation. no rhyme, no reason simply destruction. of course she's heard the rumors, that @beaniestm and ziggs had gone insane, hunting nighthawks and setting fire to the farm, but she hadn't seen it firsthand. not until now. the guilt pangs once again as the farmhouse begins to come into focus. emma had worked so fucking hard for this place.

she glances briefly into her backseat, wishing that she had brought a handful of rattle cans with her and not just the tool bags. angry black splotches would have at least been better than the abuse scrawled across the burnt farmhouse, and she can only imagine the carnage continues within. what the fuck happened here ? she doesn't know if she wants to know as she pulls into a patch of grass that's been flattened by any number of vehicles to the point it's beginning to decay into a makeshift parking spot before phishing her phone out of the passenger seat and opening the car door.

for a moment, she considers walking up to the house with tool bag in hand, before she thinks better of it. emma might be expecting her, but that doesn't mean walking in uninvited isn't a good way to get shot. people out here are paranoid for a reason, and when she inadvertently steps on a fragile pile of bird bones she knows it's for good reason. rather than simply walking up to the door, she leans against the side of the car, flipping through her messages to find the one she's looking for.

[ text : E. PERKINS ] : just pulled up, parked in front.

[ unsent : E. PERKINS ] : is it rude if i smoke here if it isn't weed ?

the second text is typed, deleted, typed again before being relegated to the drafts folder as she crosses her arms over her chest. is the faint smell of smoke and blood simply what she's expecting or does it still linger after all this time ? she couldn't say. it feels like a bad omen. where in hatchetfield doesn't ? she digs the tips of her fingers ( the ones that will cooperate ) harder into the flesh of her arms when no answer comes, resisting the long ingrained urge to make the sign of the cross as though it might be possible to ward off something that permeates the very air of this place. it can always get worse.

[no1psychic]

he's a 10, but like???? don't leave ur credit card??

"hey now! all spirit and such customers are more than happy to leave their credit card information with me! don't ... don't listen to her!"

send they're a ten but ... and finish it my inbox, @beaniestm, accepting.

[aur0ras-a]

🍒 - beaniestm

@beaniestm / kels , this is gonna be a long one so hold tight for me! i know i say this all the time : but i truly am so incredibly thankful for you. kels , you are such a beautiful shining star in all the lives that you touch. you have been going through such an incredibly tough time lately and still every day you hold to this positivity and have so much love to give to the people you care about. it isn't just here on tumblr but in your life away from here too. your career is such an underappreciated one. people don't realize the amount of work , love, and everything in between that it takes to do what you do every single day. you have such an enormous impact on the lives that you change. you wake up every day and you chose to do that, not everyone makes that same choice. even on the hard days, you still do it. it takes so much strength and perseverance to do that, so don't ever count yourself out. tumblr things? i could talk a million years how much i admire you here too. both the way you take on canon and original characters. getting to experience star kid productions after knowing about your emma first? she's your character. i see all of the love you have for her shine so bright. but it isn't just with her, it's with all of the characters you write. you talk about them so excitedly, you put so much love and life into them. getting to read over your threads with bre? or with anyone? such a big highlight of my day! the way you craft words and the way it all tells such a beautiful story? please don't ever doubt how talented you are. but a last big thank you for the incredible friend that you are. thank you for always being kind , thank you for always sharing in laughs, and thank you for being you. i love you so very much!

[dorkustm]

@beaniestm ! <3

[ text : emma ] hey, just wanted to reach out and apologize about what happened at beanie's [ text : emma ] i really didn't mean to freak out on you like that [ text : emma ] a lot's going on. doesn't justify it, i know, but still

[pckyyart]

my very best friend