#lazarising

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@lazarising met someone on the road

It’s eighty-seven degrees and there’s a light breeze. Perfect for windows down, radio up. It’s Take it Easy by the Eagles for Kennedy, reveling in the idea that someone’s sweet love would be all they need to save them. It’s a romantic idea, but once the song was over, they doubted that they’d believe it any longer. Still, with it on, their hair being blown back by the wind while they drive down the interstate and sing at the top of their lungs, it’s everything they could want, everything they could hope for. 

It’s this that almost has them crash their car. 

To invested in the song, they don’t quite notice how long the line of stopped cars is, they don’t quite notice that brake lights aren’t on because these cars are parked. They don’t quire register all of it until it’s almost too late. 

When they do notice it, they slam on the breaks of their old ‘94 Dodge stealth , the tires screeching and leaving black skid marks for several feet while their car grinds to a halt, their chest heaving wildly, their blue eyes huge in their sockets, hands gripping the steering wheel while the track turns over and CCR’s Have You Ever Seen the Rain? starts blaring. 

[mcneyhoney]

@lazarising​

                 he’s feeling a little fidgety today, not entirely sure why  --- could be the five cups of coffee, could be the two hours of sleep, might even be the barista who knew his name and complimented his rings earlier, who knows!  foot tapping loudly against the leg of his chair, he’s chewing his cheek. 

                   “ where uh ---  where’s a good place to make friends around here? “ 

[lenorelost]

@lazarising​ 🖤’d      —      the loft has become a popular spot for paranormal investigators in the past year.   shelly understands why, although it seems in   . . .   poor taste.   it’s only been a year since a young couple were murdered on their wedding night;   can’t ghost stories wait?   it may be morally questionable, but these supernatural seekers aren’t logically wrong.   there lies the ghost of the devil’s night bride.   waiting to move on, waiting for her love to find her   . . .   waiting, perhaps, for a happy family to make their memories in this place.

that’s not whose visiting her today, however.   shelly is already resigned;   she stands by the shattered window, once again waiting.   this time, for this man to eventually leave. 

[trailost]

@lazarising​ asked:   ❝ Don’t be scared. ❞

Quotes taken from Team Starkid’s Black Friday :

come meet oregon’s friendliest ghost! the state’s very own li’l lady casper. for free, she’ll trail along the side of your car until vehicle meets the horizon, and she is bound to wander the same similar path over and over. emily is far from shy about her presence out here, it’s no wonder that her domain is known as a hot spot. albeit a friendly one; the worst she’ll do is lay atop your car hood if you happen to break down. call it an old habit from a time long passed.

with old habits come familiar words that fall from her tongue. emily knows her time is long since expired, and yet she still lightly protests,   “mama says i’m not s’posed to talk to strangers, mister.”

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-- @lazarising​

        “Look, Deano, I ain’t sayin’ you’re a fake guy or nothin’, cause I think you’re one of the realest out here. But sometimes...y’know, I think ya put up certain fronts. For ya reputation. And I ain’t tryna expose you here at y’job or nothin’ but you know and I know you was singin’ Toto at the club that night!”

[stupiidgood]

verse notes: supernatural

Shawn’s hyperawareness came in handy when she first had an encounter at 10 years old

Her dad brushed it off and her mom tried to dig deeper. She stuck to her guns; she knows what she saw

But her moms expertise does help when she comes to disspell whatever creature is doing harm; usually a person’s trauma draws the being to them

She’s not a hunter hunter—more like an aide; if an actual hunter feels out of their depth they’ll usually find her to offer some seemingly nonsensical but ultimately useful insight

After that first encounter, she didn’t have another major one until she was about 27 involving her best friend Gus

Turns out her uncle Jack Spencer has some expertise in this area—and provided her with some of his findings in the form of a notebook

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@lazarising heard something strange

It was just a two bedroom little house they’d gotten when they made it to California. Near enough to the ocean that they could still smell it in the air, even if they couldn’t see it from their place. It was just a small little house in Southern California. A small town, where it never rained. It was just what Kennedy always wanted. 

Still, though, they never seemed. All that happy. They were, sometimes, sure, and they were always nice to Dean, but they... Never seemed to want to make that deep of a connection. They seemed to fear being anything above friends who, on a rare occasion, exchange hugs or... A little hand hold. They were just very shy. Or so one could tell themself. Maybe it was more than that. 

All the same, it’s late at night when Dean will hear someone shuffling around downstairs. Which was very unusual. Kennedy was a morning person to a fault, they went to bed around eight and got up at four. They were never up late like that. 

What’s even stranger, is the sound of the door opening and shutting. 

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@lazarising found a church

In the dead of night, winter’s ending chill still in the air. It’s a church on a hill, a small, one room sort of deal. Nothing fancy, handbuilt and not too long ago by the looks of it. Despite that, it seems older, it seems beyond its years, the cross on the steeple is rusty, the wood is dark and old. 

Despite the late hour, a man, dressed in priest’s garb and seeming as old as dirt, stands in front of it. In his hand he holds a mug of something steaming, and, upon seeing someone walking the dirt trail towards him, he raises it in greeting.