#or drunk

[cantstandlosingyou]

twins

[vampire-stereo]

what he’s saying makes no sense to me at all

[melancholyangel333]

i wanna get high

[just-oneof-thoseghosts]

When I was in the pub I started singing Helena to these random old men I am really doing my part to spread the agenda in rural Ireland

[sokeefe-moments]

"Leave it to you to try to burn down Exillium on the first day," Keefe said as Sophie's eyes fluttered open, revealing that she'd been moved to a dimly lit tent. Her narrow mattress rested on the floor, and her ankle felt tender, but the rest of her seemed okay—until she realized her boots were missing. And her pants ...

She scrambled for a blanket and discovered she'd been dressed in a faded gray robe. She decided not to ask when and where the change had happened.

She rolled to her side, and the bed made an embarrassing squeaking sound.

"That was the mattress," she said.

Keefe giggled. "Everybody farts, Foster. It's cool. I still think you're cute."

Sophie became very interested in studying the tent. The canvas had been decorated with bold swirls of color. It might have once been pretty, but there were too many patches and tears, and the whole thing looked like it could use a thorough wash.

"How's your ankle?" she asked Keefe as he stretched and winced. He wore a robe just like hers and had a black bandage wrapped around his foot.

Keefe hiccupped. "The boobrie dude said it's not broken.

And he gave me this to help with the pain." He held up an empty vial and hiccupped again.

"Boobrie dude?" Sophie asked.

"He wouldn't tell me his name. And he has this crazy bird mask." He giggled again.

"Where did he go?" Sophie asked.

"Hopefully to get me more of this." Keefe tried to take another drink from the empty vial, then settled for licking the rim.

Must've been a powerful elixir.

"What's in it?" she asked.

"No idea. All I know is it tasted like kissing a muskog."

"And you have a lot of experience with that?"

"Hey, I never say no to a dare!"

"Wait—you seriously kissed a muskog?" Sophie asked, remembering the burpy froglike thing Stina had put in Dex's locker once.

Keefe hiccupped again. "I've kissed lots of things! Just ask Biana."

"You kissed Biana?"

"A couple years ago, yeah," he mumbled. "Mostly on the cheek."

"What do you mean by 'mostly'?"

"You want a demonstration?"

"Um... I think I'll pass." She was sure her face was redder than Mr. Snuggles.

"It wasn't a big deal," he told her. "It was just a dare."

"Okay," she said, not sure why she was clenching her fists so hard.

Keefe narrowed his eyes. "You're a hard one to read, Miss F., you know that? Sometimes I think you—ohhhh, the boobrie dude gave you some of the awesomesauce!" He pointed to a vial on the floor next to her mattress, filled with swirly purple syrup. "You should take it. Or if you don't want it, you should give it to me!"

Sophie snatched the vial out of his reach. "I think you've had enough."

"Boo—you're worse than my mom! Actually, no you're not. No one is. Was. What's the right verb? It needs to be past tense, right?"

The thought seemed to sober him up and he rolled onto his side, curling his legs into his chest. He tapped his empty vial with his fingernails.

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[fuckyeahkasumisty]

[reupload]

The chosen one

[salvaticc]

I can headcanon all my favourite horror movies into the TMA universe and it would make sense