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[serendpitous]

" no. " allison doesn't bother to look up, still texting with one hand. the other is outstretched, halting erica in her path. " you know you're not allowed in there. " there being, of course, her spare bedroom, turned makeshift armory. " besides, i've done some security updates since the last time you broke in. " biometrics. there's no way erica's getting her hands on her weaponry now.

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[serendpitous]

if i ask for a double, will you pretend i'm not spiraling? [lana for lois? :D]

" i have been working on my poker face, " lois responds with a nod, as if that just writes everything off. truth be told, lana coming to her in this way raises a certain level of concern. they aren't particularly close. the only thing that's ever tethered the two women is the clark of it all. lana wasn't around much and when she was, it was the caped crusader, her childhood friend, who she'd seek out and not his loudmouth, punk-rock, sticks-her-nose-in-all-the-wrong-places girlfriend. why would she? they're practically strangers.

tonight there's something in the air that makes lois feel like that might all shift, like the world would tilt on it's axis and start spinning in the opposite direction. lana clearly needs a shoulder to lean on and the man with the strongest ones is off saving the world. lois' own can't carry as much weight, but she sure can try.

anything to help clark lighten his own load. anything to help a woman who looks like she's ready to drown at the bottom of her own glass.

" as much as we love a good ol' liquor-soaked bandaid, " the reporter leads, careful with how she treads, " any chance you want to talk about it instead? i'm a pretty good listener. " even when a conversation is off the record.

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[bdazzled-a]

i've decided to learn to be impulsive. [from lana... heh :3]

lana lang has been written in myth for as long as she can remember. back in high school, she'd heard bits and pieces from clark about the girl who was his almost before he was ripped away from smallville and dropped into her own small pond instead. he never dwelled on it much, but brooke saw the look in his eyes when he spoke her name, like she had hung the moon in the sky herself — heard that wistful sigh of his, as if he was imagining a life that could have been.

but that was a long time ago. they've all lived several lives since then. only, for brooke, lana still lived on as some fairytale. they had never met. she had never become something real.

and now, all of a sudden, she sits across from her at the kitchen table in the apartment she and clark moved into only weeks ago, fiction come to life.

" is that what you're doing here? " brooke asks, a bundle of nervous energy. god, she wishes she had something to do with her hands. " because we weren't exactly expecting you. "

and how could she have been? it feels as if lana's dropped in from another point in reality, simply ripping through their timeline and dropping down right on their doorstep.

" but i'm sure you weren't expecting me either, right? " she softens with that, hazel eyes filled with understanding.

" i don't think clark's going to be home anytime soon. you're more than welcome to wait. is your number the same? i'm guessing not. " unlikely, since it appears she's only just touched down stateside after years away.

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[bruisedholy]

@teeith odette for calum / “  i don’t hang around here after dark.  ”

brown eyes take in the young woman before him. he's still, taking in every bit of her. i don't know this one, he thinks to himself. a rare occurrence as the witch makes it his business to know everyone that spends time on bourbon street. she is soft-spoken, appears kind. naive or an act? too soon to tell. calum will have to keep a careful eye on her. there is something about the pretty stranger that intrigues him. he can't quite place it yet, but his witch senses are tingling. not a vampire, nor werewolf, nor fae . . . but something.

blaring trumpets and other instruments break his focus. he chips away at the black polish on his nails ( a nasty habit he refuses to break ) before resuming to shuffle the tarot cards on the table. “  that sounds rather dull.  ” he interjects, unsure if she finished her thought. disappointment washes over him. perhaps she is simply naive. boring.

“  you'll learn things only get interesting after dark.  ”

send me stuff !! / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 ( 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟗 )

[bdazzled-a]

incorrect quotes - @teeith ft. mavis

[bdazzled-a]

good morneve n happy birthday!!!!!! 🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 ilysm

good eVEMORN day thank you i love u the MOST 💜💜💜💜💜💜

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🍓 teeheeheehee<3

FIRST AND FOREMOST GOOD EVEMORN MY DEAREST DAY!!! we may be on opposite sides of the world but for real, you have become one of the brightest spots in all my evemorns morneves afternoonmiddleofthenights etc etc. truly, i'm so glad we stumbled upon each other on allison and erica. i don't know if i've ever clicked with anyone so fast, both writing wise and just like, person-wise. thank you for indulging me with all my muses and i hope you know i'm so game to always do all the same for yours. you are so incredibly talented and creative and approach your writing in such distinct ways that are so truly you. i don't know what else to say other than i adore you.

🍓 the let me say nice things about you meme . . . @teeith