#heymsmonet

[alex-barrett-magic]

Moira runs and jumps, landing on the couch cushion next to Alex. She leans in and puts her chin on his shoulder. "You work too much," she says, fingers playing with the hair at his ear. "We should take a vacation."

Alex had been working on a small gimmick for a new trick for the past week. ...Wait. Was it a week? No... two. Three, maybe? Alex had lost track of time -- a tendency he had when work was involved, tuning everyone and everything out, only stopping to get a few hours of sleep or to make a quick sandwich for himself.

His hands slipped for the thousandth time just as Moira leapt onto the couch next to him, the screwdriver nicking his thumb yet again. He quickly inhaled in pain and shook his hand out.

“Damn it...” he muttered, tossing the rig across the room in frustration.

Alex turned to face Moira, sighing. “Yeah... I guess you’re right,” he replied with a weak smile. “Got anywhere you want to go? Specifically?”

[liveforthechase]

the chase

@hey-ms-monet

Isaac watched Moira's faux torture from multiple camera angles on several screens in the control room with a dark intensity in his eyes. In silence, he pondered how anyone could buy into the bullshit the first few episodes sold. They'd switched from stage blood to pig's blood in season 4 because the viewers had mentioned it looked off, not that the pig blood changed much. It was closer in texture to human blood, but in the wrong lighting, it was too transparent and watery, showing off the work of the special effects team. No matter. They'd be switching to a more gruesome reality today. "Take camera two," Isaac directed his technical director. "Push in on her face. Camera three, prepare to get the money shot." The technical director chuckled, and pressed a couple of buttons on the switchboard. It was a little crass to be using porn terminology for this sort of thing, but it was the only way the majority of the crew could stomach it, so Isaac allowed the gallows humor. As long as they were on his side in one way or another, and as long as they did their jobs, they could do whatever they wanted as far as Isaac was concerned. Isaac switched radio channels and moved the mouthpiece of his headset closer to his mouth. "Make the switch," he muttered. "I'll be out on set in a moment. And make it a good hit. The audience wants blood and I want a real scream. Deliver it." The showrunner quickly exited the control room and walked on set just in time to see the masked torturer -- who had become a staple of the show -- walk towards Moira. The younger woman was already covered in pig blood and some carefully placed silicone makeup pieces, but this... this would be the first real act of violence on the show. This was the beginning of the end.

The masked torturer stood before Moira and spun a hammer in his hand like a tennis racket. Isaac bit his lower lip. He hated this part of the season. For all the horrible acts they would come up with and then commit over the season, Isaac had never enjoyed any of it. Physical torture was completely unnecessary, in his mind. All it did was destroy a perfectly good face -- the reason Isaac tended to step in if it ever got too bad. He couldn’t mount a fucked up face. That just wouldn’t do.

Isaac turned his head away as the hammer was raised. He resolved not to turn back until he head the resounding crack of bones and cartilage in the woman’s face being crushed.

Poor girl.

[pastorem-animarum-blog]

“You don’t understand. I’m not afraid of you anymore.”

John cocked his head to the side in the way that a curious dog might. “Well, now, that is interesting. People always get so defensive around me. I’m not here to end things -- just to fix them,” he said, his tone gentle. He had heard this from plenty of people before, but never from one so interesting as Moira.

“I never gave you reason to be afraid of me. But I wonder if this is more about you believing you can somehow outrun your timeline. You may be living on a different plane of time from everyone else, Moira, but the fact remains that you are still living.”

[ghostbxster]

[[okay i'm sure you've gotten this before but who did the remix of the song on your blog? it's amazing!]]

I actually haven’t!!! I just looked up ghostbusters song remix on youtube and found it here I’m sO in love with it.

[madmarchh]

[[OOOOOOOoooooo, that would be super fun. what kind of stuff would they do, do you think? i'm thinking this could be like a summer road trip or something for her that she tells her parents she's going on with a friend, only she's coming to pick him up. i'm kinda loving the idea that they might have to stay in motels, or sometimes sleep in the car, and they'd go do stupid tourist things on the way across the country, and they'd be weirdly cute because they've been writing letters and afkjaeo;fn]]

[[Well if he spent time in jail I’m trying to think how/why he wasn’t able to get out of it and I’m thinking Miss Atomic Bomb injected him will something that blocked the majority of his abilities before he ‘killed’ her and perhaps went to jail for that but later his abilities returned and he was able to manipulate the system to let him out somehow– maybe with a lie stating ‘new evidence proves him innocent?’ Sorry I’m just babbling out loud.And yes yes yes yes that was exactly my thought. and can you imagine them like finding a terrible motel in the south west and they try to make it through the night at this place but like it’s just too terrible of an experience and they’re like O MY STARS WE’RE LEAVING NOW. and then like cute pit stops and sight seeing. <3 yas. where should they start and where should they end? I assume they’re in America.]] 

[the-new-marvel]

"Could I get your autograph?"

A smirk formed on Colin's face. "I suppose you could. I mean you have been staring all night, haven't you?" Colin said, picking up a pen and a napkin from under his drink. "Who am I making this out to?"

[hallucinosims]

Broken Clocks || Closed RP with hey-ms-monet (HetaOni verse)

Dean looked up at the old building. Creaking from the old boards in the house filled his ears every time a gust of wind would blow. He's seen pretty bad haunted houses before, but this one just made all of him want to just hi-tale it and leave as fast as he could. "Maybe we should go..."