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[residualdreamers]

@residualemotions - keeley & roy.

nobody in the history of the universe had ever been as pleased to see an ex as keeley was to see roy in that moment. as much as she wasn't minding being in dc, and as much as she could pretty much talk the ear off of anyone, regardless of whether she'd known them for five minutes or five years, not having anyone familiar around had been a pain in the arse. "thank fuck you're here!" she breathed, throwing herself at him in a hug that probably entailed a bit too much physical contact for someone trying to claim she was happy on her own. "wait, fuck - you do know who i am, don't you?"

[withinthem]

@musessongs: for ellie williams.

"I'm sorry," Jill began before, finally, realized how close she'd gotten to the stranger. "I must've mistaken you for someone else." Ever since the two random encounters with people who assumed to know Jill, she had began to question everything. "I feel like I'm going fucking psycho."

[withinthem]

@dreadbound: for sidney prescott.

"I don't fucking know you!" Jill yelled at the woman, hands throwing a fit in the process. "I don't even want to know you. Do you think I care to?" Rhetorical, but asked regardless. She never lost the theatrics. "Stay the fuck away from me. I will get the authories involved."

[cipherrido]

here a lil meme Ronny wile you wait

Just a doodle

[scndmeundcr]

@hiddendarkrosesx

vox felt angry. he knew exactly who he had seen. he finally thought he was away alastor for good. he should have known better. he wanted to walk away and pretend he didn´t see him. but alastor seemed to be looking at him. so he walks up to him. ¨i can ever fucking get rid of you.¨

[husk-gamblinman]

Husk->Anthony: hey, just checking in. are you alright?

Husk->Anthony: its boring as shit round here without you.

@irresistiibles

[stolligaseptember]

who the fuck drops things into my parents' mailbox at 00:45 on a thursday night

[residualdreamers]

@irresistiibles asked: Think the bar is open? (qingxuan for keeley)

the question had keeley perking up, for if there was one thing she was always up for, it was a drink or two, or three, or as many shots as it took to get shitfaced. in some ways, she knew she should probably cut back a bit now she was in her 30s and the hangovers hit harder, but she never did learn. "i fucking hope so, i'm gagging for a drink," she admitted. "you wanna go check?"