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[knifewields]

the  bag  of  grapes  hits  the  table  first  ,  followed  by  the  sound  of  the  boy  dropping  himself  down  on  the  bench  opposite  her  in  the  cafeteria  .  and  he  smiles  a  wide  smile  before  reaching  out  and  plucking  one  from  the  bag  ,  popping  it  into  his  mouth  before  sighing  .     ‘   have  you  already  taken  the  history  test  ?  because  i  forgot  to  study  and  if  you  don’t  give  me  some  hints  ,  i’m  totally  fucked  .   ’     turns  out  ,  staying  up  all  night  taking  notes  with  his  best  friend  wasn’t  the  smartest  of  ideas  .  but  if  you  asked  stu  ,  he  was  now  focusing  on  the  bigger  picture  .  one  that  really  didn’t  care  what  year  russia  invaded  poland  .

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[lanterndreams]

When you have been waitressing long enough, you start to know the regulars. You learn more than their orders, slowly but almost guaranteed you learn about their lives piece by piece. Rapunzel was used to the truckers who’d stop in for a hot cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie, the early afternoon drunks who had spent their morning wasting away in whatever boring office job they worked and now had to sober up before heading home to their wives, but there was one girl that was always a bit mysterious.

She wasn’t as regular a customer as many of the others who come and go from the diner, but she was there enough that Rapunzel recognized her when passing by the comic book shop early in the morning on her way home from an overnight shift the other day. 

“Coffee?” The conversations always start the same, but Rapunzel found some comfort in the routine. She smiles at the other girl, gently tapping her pen against the ticket book in her hands.

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[sawsomeghosts]

Merry Christmas @mercyinvite !

[upiredits]

CASEY COOKE. // @mercyinvite

[sweetbitterbitten]

starter ll @mercyinvite

Fingertips flare over the file titles fanned out in front of her. Sea of script including: witness accounts, accrual of evidence, and no end of case studies. She had chosen this subject, this survivor, specifically. Who could understand the end result of an encounter with the evil - or the mad - better than she? As gatekeeper to her own demons, sprung from dalliances in dancing with devils baring friends faces, she would see to it - if possible, if the patient permitted - that an element of peace was purchased over the course of the coming sessions.  “Thank you for accepting my invitation to meet, Casey. I know it is a way for you to travel, and will, of course, be paid for by the institution itself if you choose to continue on after our exchange today. But perhaps that can be discussed after we get to know one another a bit better.” She is small, one would think sheltered, if the steel in her were not so startlingly apparent. Like a wire hanger, fashioned in a familiar frame to all, yet capable of becoming a weapon when sharpened. Or picking locks when twisted to suit, springing free from traps.  “You may ask me anything you like. Anything you need to establish a feeling of safety within this office.”

[exorcis]

        ——   IT’D   BEEN    A   LONG   NIGHT  .    and    by     the    look     of     it    ,      it     wasn’t    over    yet   .    whether    it      was    the     lack    of    sleep     or     the    multiple     exorcisms    he’d     just     performed     on    a    single    person     (    energy    levels    at    the    low   )   ,      john     did    not    feel     like    having     a   civilized     conversation    .      purposeful     steps     approached     the    parked    yellow    car    with     decisive     confidence    .     ready    to     let    the    unfamiliar    face    become    less    familiar     still   .     “Sorry, kid -  cab is not on service.”     at    least     not   on   paying    service   .

             THE MAN OPENED THE BACK DOOR   and     let    himself    in   .     eyes     scanning    the    sidewalk     across   the   street      searching    for   Chaz  .

r. c.s.    /    @mercyinvite

[tateblog]

                    “The attic has a better shit, you know?” the boy walked suddenly from where he stood by the door. “The gay couple who lived here? They killed each other, murder-suicide, they were into really kinky shit.”                                             ( @mercyinvite )

[lazrvs-a]

mercyinvite replied to your video: WELCOME TO CANADA. i didn’t sign up for this.

if i had snow i would put it in cold drinks to act as a slushie

if i wanted something cold i would tbh but dsjkhgh i hate cold i’m like a lizard. i am cold blooded i need heat or i will die