#chat001

[fynn-the-sponsor]

Agent Fynnian how are we looking on the pudding front? I told you I wouldn't send reinforcements so if you're a goner...you're on your own. Are they onto you?

I think I’ve acquired 6 pudding cups. No one suspects a thing, so no reinforcements needed, thank god. Probably not going to be up at the hospital for a couple days so you’re going to be flying solo comrade.  

[goldensamevans-blog]

I was honestly convinced that the Hamptons had been made up by television to make the audience believe that places like this couldn’t exist. Wish y’all could see where I am now. Just when I think there can’t be more of it another room appears or I find another hidden corner. 

Bet if I don’t pay attention I might activate some trap or even find a secret passage that links this estate to the other side of the world or something.

[aneerietale]

@forewarnedfate continued from here

    ❝ I wish. I don’t think he much likes me let alone would ever be interested in going on a dates with me. But the thought of it is still nice. ❞ Every time without fail, Émile always manages to cure Nikkari from his boredom either by idle chatter or other more adventurous activities that would make some of their frequent customers blush. The soft clatter of his glass as its set down is drowned out by the chattering of couples seated around them.  ❝ We still have some time before we’re done here, I was actually thinking we could have ourselves a little fun. What say you?❞

[mxgicks-blog]

“oh no, you poor thing, no,” hecate spoke softly in her husk of a voice. “i am no olympian. i’m a far older thing. a goddess you have never worshipped, no doubt. but you can call me cat if you’d like. we’re all mortal now.” // @patroklcs

[discxrds-blog]

“sleeping one,” she poked their arm, over and over and over. “oi, one with the more interesting brother, listen to me! wake up!” eris nudged once more before sighing. “ugh. βάλλ' εἰς κόρακας.” // @somnolxnt

[decemberwaylon-blog]

Life on the road was hard. Hitchhiking from town to town, hoping you didn’t get murdered peeing in the woods and wondering just how many people had sex on the grimy motel bed you were sleeping in for the night. Sometimes it involved doing things that would be frowned upon at any other time.

Or maybe at all times, but only for some people. Unfortunately, the cop standing in the corner of the convenience store was one of those people. All December had stuffed into her bag was enough food to last her the rest of the day and a pair of sunglasses. She didn’t see the cop. If the cop wasn’t there, her plan would have worked.

Walking up to the register, December flashed a smile at the greasy, pimply teenage boy behind it. “Can you give me directions to the nearest hotel if I’m heading south?” Color immediately rushed into the boy’s face. December’s smile got bigger as she leaned onto the counter, pressing both palms flat against the cool plastic and swaying towards him slightly, breasts pressed together and hair cascading across one shoulder. The boy made a strangled noise and pointed towards the back of the store. The second his back was turned to her, December leaned across the counter and swiped a pack of cigarettes, sliding a new lighter into her bag as well, just for good measure. The cashier came back with a map a few moments later, a big area circled, starred, and labeled. As she was about to thank him, she felt a hand close around her wrist. Looking up, she found herself staring straight into the face of a police officer.

“I don’t know about where you’re from, missy, but around here, we have a habit of paying for things.” December gasped and slammed the heel of her foot into the cop’s toes, making a mindless run for the front door as she did so.

[bhillsmalia]

Puta merda, Stiles! Você me assustou. Como que conseguiu entrar aqui?

[xxforbes]

Não me interessa se não quer, Stefan, nós estamos indo para aquela festa da faculdade hoje e vamos ter várias opções de jantar lá. Então pode parar de reclamar, a não ser que você prefira ficar aqui apodrecendo enquanto escuta isso que chama de música. Prefere?