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❝ Let’s get the hell out of here. ❞ (Niakia)

It’d been three years to the day since Saskia committed herself. Initially she thought her time there would be short-lived. That she would return to her home and resume her job as a substitute teacher within six months. It wasn’t until her treatment began and the meetings with her group and therapist which unveiled there was far more which needed discussion and digging. It wasn’t easy, not in the slightest, and Saskia’s defensiveness kicked in because she didn’t agree with what was said. 

It wasn’t until the last year, during a session which left her far more exhausted than she could remember, she crumbled and became receptive to the psychiatrist. 

Now, many, many months since that day, she stuffed the last of her belongings into the suitcase which she brought with her when she arrived. As she set the case down on the floor Saskia looked around the room and recalled all the memories which occurred within these four walls. So many have come and gone; those who were well enough to return to their outside worlds while some...well, some to other rehab centers. 

A small knock came at the door behind her and Saskia turned partway to find Niamh. The women went to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “It’ll be weird to wake up in a hotel tomorrow morning.” she said, cheek on Niamh’s shoulder as the enormity of starting over sunk in. 

There was quiet between them and Saskia wondered how Niamh was handling her own goodbye as she’d been at this center far longer than she. But the good thing about this goodbye was it was the start of their life together as a couple outside of the institute. 

“ Let’s get the hell out of here.“ Niamh finally said when they lingered a few seconds longer in the now vacant room. 

Saskia raised her head just enough to give her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek, someone whom helped her so much during one of the hardest times in her life. A person who meant everything to her and who she know would be such a good influence in her life, just as she was with her. 

“Yeah.” she sighed and looked at the door, which was wide open. “Let’s.”

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A lil something for @marchingbrave

More and more of Chloe’s clothes made its way into Nico’s closet and drawers. She practically bounced between sleeping a few nights at home in the house she shared with Sam over to her fiancé’s house; practically playing house together since it was usually only them there after Abra moved out. “I think I need an actual dresser by the time I fully move in.” She said after a small hand pushed a pile of clothes down to ram the drawer shut with her hip.

Chloe went into the bathroom and found Nico where she left him, soaking in the tub after a long day at work. The robe she wore belonged to him and appeared comical on her small frame but it was warm and cozy and smelled of him. “How’s your back feeling?” She asked while her bare feet stepped over a pile of clothes and she made her way to sit on the tub’s edge. Chloe picked up a clean wash cloth and leaned over to soak it in the warm water. “Sit up for me, love.” She spoke gently as the wet towel went across his shoulder, waiting to run it up and down Nico’s back. “Maybe after this I’ll let you wash me, too.” She added with a smile; one he couldn’t see.

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❛ You don’t understand. Those people needed to laugh. ❜ (Henry and Lorelei)

Of all the fucking people to be grouped with Lorelei was stuck with Mr. Giggles over here. Why was she even here? Gabe wasn’t around and the free booze was laughable. And it sure as hell wasn’t the rice crispy treats. It didn’t matter that she held the entire platter to her chest and hadn’t allowed anyone near them, “They’re not sweet enough, Mrs. K!” Lorelei shouted across the yard to the old woman who gave her a disparaging glance. Oh like that hurt. Dear mom and dad perfected that expression ages ago.

Munching on a half-eaten rectangle she looked at Henry and shrugged. “Are we doing this or what?” She pushed the platter to some random’s arms and wiped her sticky hands on their shirt before turning to the guy who reminded her of a hotter version of Al Borland, except she was certain he was allergic to smiling.

“Look. Doing a comedy act isn’t that hard. Stick with the slapstick and you’ve got people laughing.” Lorelei walked to the table which housed everything they’d need for the short performance they were slated to do at this fucking stupid fair. Lorelei’s eyes went from one thing to another, settling on the perfect prop.

Her hand picked up what she wanted and not even waiting until they were on stage she flung it and SPLAT!!!

Pie dripped from the edges of the dish, Lorelei going up to the man and picking at a crust with some of the cream pie on it, tasting it. This was better than the rice crispy squares.

The dish slid off his face slowly and Lorelei looked at Henry, who was covered in banana cream pie. Oh. He didn’t look happy and she was seconds away from bolting.

“You don’t understand.” She said as she took a step away, giggling through her words. “Those people needed to laugh.” With that she took the rest of the smushed pie in the dish and high tailed it out of there.

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❝ Elmer Fudd has a lisp. It’s Porky Pig that stutters. ❞ (Danya)

Anya laughed so hard at this as she tried to piece together was he said. “Wait, are you sure?” she sat there in her chair as she tried to run through her Looney Toons knowledge. It’d been so long and she didn’t want to come across as an idiot in front of him. Anya played back as much as she could, used to her iPhone doing the task for her and she shook her head, “Okay. I’m taking your word but you better be right. I don’t want to lose this competition to them,” she pointed to the table across the way, as they were in the middle of  a heated battle.

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hauntologistic replied to your post: Yaaaaay! Tumblr ate one of my replies from two...

Fuckin’ Tumblr. I just found one for me that it did that with too. I keep wondering if I drafted it wrong?

:( It’s frustrating! I’m gonna have to keep an eye on dates and make sure nothing lingers for too long. 

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☾ : sitting next to each other on an international flight (Benji and Travis)

The warmth from the small mug the stewardess provided didn’t rid the chill and Travis fidgeted with the air control once again. There was no use, the coolness in first class was too uncomfortable and he worried he may be coming down with a cold. Travis set his mug down, a tea bag tab laid on the tray and he looked out the partially visible scene, as he’d lowered the visor to give him enough dimness to nap. There was still many hours left in the flight to Paris and he knew he’d need the rest before their scheduled arrival. 

Travis’ attention carried to the aisle and he looked past it, recognizing a man from the small town he visited frequently. When they boarded the pair made small town, amused they were on the same flight, as they boarded in Portland. Travis, one for small talk, thought it’d be nice to speak to the man again and he waited until he chanced a look in his direction before giving him a polite wave. The seat next to him was empty and he said, “If you’re not tied up with anything, you’re welcome to join me.” he offered. “We can discuss the productions you’ve taken part in and put on.” Travis found theater fascinating and knew it was something Benjamin took part in back at in the small town. 

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Δ : stuck on a roof together (Chlaine)

This was not good. Not at all. Whatever possessed Chloe to go up on the Farci roof was lost on her because right now her little hands gripped the side of the building and she stared down in hopes somebody would come outside and hear them yelling. “Is your boyfriend coming to get you tonight?” she asked, peeking over the ledge once again before feeling vertigo hit. 

Chloe moved from it, going towards Blaine. “Wait. Do you have your phone on you? Call Ezra. He should be able to open the door and let us back in.” Why hadn’t she thought about the phone the moment that door closed behind them. “And, I guess we need to be honest when he asks why we’re up here.” She looked towards the makeshift spotlight she and Blaine randomly decided to start work on at the start of spring. They wanted to use it to show different images in the sky, similar to the bat signal. 

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✘ : in a waiting room while they have loved ones in surgery (Lorakin)

Lorelei paced the room, unable to find a way to settle her racing thoughts. Gabriel collapsed at work and was rushed to the hospital. She was in the middle of chewing someone out when the call came in and lord boss gave her and Dakin the green light to go. Not that she needed it because she was already in her car when he called and said she could leave. 

“What’s taking so fucking long?” she asked the room full of strangers. Some were people she recognized from whatever lame events she sometimes went to whenever she wanted to get drunk off someone else’s booze. The others were a bunch of nobodies who were about to witness her inevitable melt down if a doc or surgeon or nurse or somebody in white didn’t come out here and tell her what the fuck was going on with her Gomez.

“Dak.” she said, going to him and sitting down. Then standing. Then sitting again because nothing felt right to her. “Use those boy scout looks of yours and find out what’s going on with G. I’m three seconds away from going Hulk in here and I honestly don’t feel like being forced off hospital premises again.” It wasn’t often whenever Lorelei pleaded, but desperate times, man. 

Desperate times. 

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