#p:kat

[a-theabrams]

ARTIE 📱 KAT

ARTIE: So I need some advice

ARTIE: I am making this Power Point presentation for my roommates on why do we *need* a dog

ARTIE: But I've never had one before

ARTIE: I only have 12 slides and I think I need at least 6 more to really sell the message you know?

ARTIE: What's the best part of having one :3 ?

[killmongerrps]

freddiemalck replied to your post: what in the hell Tumblr?? I know that Im trash but...

wtf tumblr

Exactly. Like, I have good content that I’ve reblogged too.

[roreomarsh-blog]

r x k || Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

TAGGED→ Rory Marshall & Katherine Hillard

DATE/TIME→ Thursday, January 5th 2017

LOCATION→ NYU, Literature Department (Katherine’s Office)

NOTES→ Professor Hillard offers Rory some extra credit while putting her plan with Syria into full motion. 

AUTHOR’S NOTES→ Part I of III.

Rory walked down the corridor in silence, uncertain and alone. The hall was sprinkled with lingering students, but she passed on by, the soft padding of her footsteps following beneath her. As she inched towards Professor Hillard’s office, she couldn’t imagine what the advisor might possibly want from her, being only two days into the spring semester. Her grades were mediocre at best, but she didn’t think she had performed that poorly on her final exam. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ease the dread seeping into the pit of her stomach.

You can do this. You can handle academic probation. Who cares if you can’t play football next year. You’re a photographer. Rory rounded the corner and slowed to a stop when Professor Hillard’s door came into view. “Please don’t throw me out of the program…” she muttered to herself. That, she couldn’t handle. And she certainly couldn’t afford to repeat courses. Yep, I’m definitely gonna hurl.

As she stood, the pasty walls of university interior did little to ease her mind, and the bleakness left her feeling trapped and secluded. With her thumbs hooked through the straps of her bag, Rory could hear the soft buzzing of a country song humming through the earbuds draped around her neck, but she remained quiet, too nervous even for music. Cautiously, she stepped towards the room, as if delaying entry would somehow halt the impending conversation, but alas, time and space had failed her.  

Whatever happens, happens, she thought to herself. She summoned the courage to enter before she could dwell too long on the idea of fate and destiny somehow protecting her dreams.

“Professor H?” She called out. “You wanted to speak to me?”

“Ah, Ms. Marshall. Yes. Please come in,” she welcomed the student.

Motioning for Rory to take a seat, she folded her arms before her and took a steadying breath. This was going to be hard, even for her. Worry was written all over Rory’s usually happy-go-lucky face, and it tore at her heartstrings to even see it, let alone be the cause. It was painful. Using her arms, she slid the document in front of her closer to a chest and contemplated abandoning the whole thing. Over the past six months, Katherine could tell that they shared a kind heart. Hardening that would be a crime. Even so, she kept a calming smile on her face, hoping to ease any concerns that Rory might have.  

“First of all, you aren’t in any kind of trouble,” Katherine began, watching as Rory took a seat and visibly relaxed at the words. “I’ve checked with your fellow professors and you’ve passed all your classes.”

“Okay…” Rory furrowed her brows, slipping her bag to the ground. Her stomach untwisted at the words, and she felt like she could breathe again. “That sounds awesome. So why am I here? Because if this is some kind of booty call, I don’t really think—“

“What?” Katherine interrupted, eyes widening in surprise. “No,” she responded firmly. “No, of course not. Why would you— you know what, never mind,” she sat up straight and smiled instead. “What I was going to say was that you passed all your courses, but just barely. You’re going to have to put in some real effort this semester, Ms. Marshall. Your studies will only get more difficult from here.”

Truth. Truth. Truth.

Rory listened carefully, knowing full well that her professor was right. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her hands folded together nervously in her lap.

“You passed my class by a half point awarded for creativity during your final essay topic describing Crusoe as a God among goats. Let’s not cut it that close again, okay?” she pressured, fighting the guilt that weighed in on her chest. Her muscles relaxed and she lifted her arm to grip the slip of paper. Hesitantly, she slid it over. “I want to offer you and a small group of friends the chance for extra credit. That way, if you run into any troubles later on, you’ll have a bit of padding to fall back on.”

Rory reached for the paper and looked it over. The Story of Shadow Island. “I get to tell my own story?” She questioned, and as if it were too good to be true, she continued. “On any platform of my choosing? I can film this?”

Her face lit up, and Katherine had to swallow the sour taste filling her mouth. Her eyes snapped away from the half sheet of paper in Rory’s hand to meet blue. Rory looked as if she had won the lottery. Katherine felt like she was serving a death sentence.

“That’s right,” the professor forced a smile. In the long run, the extra credit would be helpful. Especially since so much of their time would now be dedicated to fighting bad guys. “I’ve written out all the details there. It has been arranged for you and your friends to spend Sunday night on the island. You’ll be taken there by boat in the morning and picked up early before classes on Monday. So make sure you pack enough supplies for the night. It’s said to be haunted so take plenty of cameras. I know how much you love the horror genre.”

Rory nodded along, excitement filling her by the second. Eurydice Costas. Bianca Rivera. Reese Marshall. Griffin Sayoc. “Is this who you want me to choose?”

“You’ll need a crew,” Katherine chuckled quietly. This time, it was a genuine grin that crossed her face. “You wouldn’t want to be out there all alone anyway. They made the most sense.”

Rory gave her a questioning look, and Katherine couldn’t help but point out the obvious. “You’re rather close to Ms. Costas these days, always causing trouble. And I’ve realized that your brother makes you feel safe. Mr. Sayoc’s your floor ambassador and Ms. Rivera is responsible,” she chided playfully.

“I’m responsible.”

“Hmm. Take her anyway.”

Rory laughed at that. “You’re okay, Professor. H. I’ll see what I can do. I appreciate you letting me do this. I know I… struggle sometimes with the readings, but I don’t actually want to fail. I want to be a photographer.”

Katherine nodded, finding Rory’s enthusiasm and willingness to try to be entirely contagious. It was one of the reasons she was going to make such a great ranger. It’s the right thing, she told herself over and over. 

“Just don’t take too much equipment out there,” Katherine felt obligated to warn. She’d seen Rory taking photos all over the city and knew that most of her gear was rather expensive. “Your transportation is small and there’s tons of room for damages out there. Just take what you need. And Rory?”

Rory had only been half listening as she read through the details of her assignment. “Hmm?” She looked up.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t let you down.” 

Katherine sincerely hoped that she didn’t.     

[mistakes-and-secrets]

A Handprint On My Heart || Catfish

Cora stood outside of the Slytherin common room, a tentative smile on her lips. Valentines Day wasn’t something she paid any mind. Not in the past, and she hadn’t figured that would change anytime soon. Yet, it felt right to do something for Kat. After all that had happened, and all that still loomed over her head, there was really only one person who she trusted enough to avoid drawing away from. It wasn’t for lack of trying, but Cora couldn’t stop herself from trusting the Slytherin with all that she was. God knows what she had done to deserve Kat Mowse.

And now she waited for her best friend, hands clutching a small box, tied with a faint gold ribbon. The inclination to turn and dart back down the hallway lingered at the back of her mind, but she vehemently denied it any consideration. This was new territory, but backing out wasn’t the right thing to do. Hell, it wasn’t what she wanted to do. She wanted to tell Kat, in brutal honesty, that this friendship meant more to her than she could have ever imagind. And while the box in her hands was small, she hoped it would get the point across.

The portrait swung open, and Cora couldn’t help but smile. If anything, this would be a moment out of time, for the two of them to relax and shut out the world. Maybe they both needed that.

[mistakes-and-secrets]

It’s Quiet Uptown || Catfish

In theory, staying at a motel had been a decent enough idea. Until she was out of money, and then it wasn’t even an option anymore. Maybe that should have prompted more anxiety, but it only made her feel numb. She felt disconnected. Like she was seeing her life through a window- watching as everything shifted out of place and dropped to the ground. It ached, but in a distant way that never quite felt real. Hell, she hadn’t even cried since that first night. Once, she had come close to breaking. Her hair had brushed her neck, where fading bruises still sat, and the world had seemed to tip on it’s head. After that she kept it tied up, and hastily cut the collar off of her shirt. 

With her bag in hand, Cora shuffled hesitantly towards the door of someone else’s flat. The only person in the goddamn world she would even think about reaching out to. She didn’t want to stay, because that would be far too much, but she wanted something. Not to talk, in so many words. That wasn’t something she would ever say aloud. But...she wanted someone. Even if Cora just asked how she was holding up, that might be enough. 

So she leaned forward and knocked, her breathing a little shaky. It occurred to her that she looked like hell. The past few nights had consisted of so few hours of sleep that she could count them all on one hand, and she hadn’t even bothered to do something about the bags under her eyes. The motel had a shower, so at least that wasn’t a problem. She hadn’t even looked in a mirror, too afraid of what she might see there, so this could all very well be a terrible idea. But fuck, she needed someone. She needed to see Kat.

[thehannahlockwood]

Crystal Clear || Hannah + Katherine

Hannah sat up at the sound of her her phone's text tone going off. She'd been lying on her bed studying up for an upcoming history quiz, when the text from Katherine came through. 'Hey — Come over we need to talk.'

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows in curiosity, wondering what was so important that they had to discuss in person. Though she'd been meaning to talk to Kat privately anyway, she'd been nervous and wondering with the right time would be. Hannah sent her a reply of 'Ok, be right there' before jumping up and heading down stairs. She crossed the short distance between their houses within moments and let herself into the O'dair house. When she was younger, Hannah would stand outside the door waiting for Kat or someone else to open the door after knocking, but eventually that procedure faded. Now days neither girl really felt the need to knock on the other's front door.

As Hannah ascended the stairs to Katherine's room, she pondered what Kat want to talk about. She was rather hoping that it was something to do with her family's Book of Shadows, and the possibility of some kind of information on Hannah's visions. After the night at the cabin, Hannah had been worrying over them more than ever. Now instead of stranger's deaths, her nights were filled with her own as well as Kats. But they weren't exactly themselves. They seemed out of time, or rather in different times, and she wasn't sure what to make of them. She needed to know what her visions were exactly, and why she had them in the first place.

"Knock, knock." Hannah called as she pushed open Katherine's bedroom door.

[thehannahlockwood]

Monsters in the Woods || Hannah + Kat + Haylee

The moment the sputtering began, Hannah gave a deep groan. Somehow she’d talked the girls into letting her drive all the way to Portland and back for their shopping trip, and for the most part Sansa was doing alright. She didn’t threaten to strand them once on their way to the city or back, until now that is. Soon enough the sputtering lead to the old Jeep screeching to a halt, and the blonde was almost terrified to look at either of her friends. She could practically feel the glares.

To make matters worse there’d been a terrible wreck on the main highway back to town, and rather than spend an extra two hours crawling along the high way, Hannah made the decision to take a detour that she’d taken quite a few times before. A scenic route one might claim, but at the moment it was a deserted two-line highway under the cover of darkness surrounded by forest. Without glancing at Kat or Haylee who’d yet to voice their complaints, no doubt gearing up for a shouting match, Hannah glanced down at her cellphone: no service. Of course. 

A short laugh bubbled up as the blonde finally look toward Kat, with apologetic eyes. “At least we’ll have a good story to tell our kids one day.” She attempted humorously. 

[darkernightnatalie]

Fear and Whiskey || Kat and Nat

Studying the snapchat of Katherine pretty clearly lying on the ground, and the uncharacteristic, yet still incredibly amusing, episode of Katherine's drunk delivered messages. She seemed to get drunk fast when she so chose to spend her time drunk, and she usually was able to keep herself from getting too deep into trouble. Regardless, Natalie let the ten second picture run its course, and then got up off her bed and left her dorm, heading down out of the building after grabbing a hoodie to keep warm.

Fifteen minutes later found Natalie at the familiar location of Kat's apartment, just outside the door. She didn't bother giving any warning of her arrival, she wouldn't be heard over the music and singing that flooded into the hall. Letting herself inside and shutting (and locking for good measure) the door behind her, she followed the sound of music and Katherine's voice to.. The bathroom. Of course. Biting back a smile as she crossed her arms in the doorway, she took her time considering a clearly very drunk Kat, and the bottles that had aided her bidding. Probably a good idea she'd decided to come over, she didn't overly enjoy the idea of Kat being in a bathroom alone with electronics and alcohol.