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the-pietriarchy:
me during a zombie apocalypse: are the dogs okay?
Light It Up
New Year’s eve wasn’t a significant event for witches; it didn’t fall on the cycle of the moon or stars, it was a date entirely contrived of by humans. And that was what made it the perfect day for revelry! With no sacred rites to observe or spells to cast, Mia could celebrate the dawn of the new year in the same way humans did –by throwing an over the top party and getting blitzed.
No one was turned away from Mia’s extravaganza, whether she knew them or not, as long as they didn’t do anything stupid, like attacking someone or just being a dick. Out back, a roaring bonfire blazed against the dark sky, and inside, upbeat music played, while a bowl of heavily spiked punch kept magically refilling itself. The place was decorated with streamers and balloons, and a digital clock over the fireplace was counting down, in neon red numbers, to midnight.
Mia herself was in the back yard, reclining in a lawn chair with a red solo cup full of punch, watching the fire burn. “I suppose this is the part where we’re supposed to make resolutions, right? I’ve tried it a few times, but I’ve never actually managed to finish any. What about you, is there anything you plan on doing in the New Year?”
“No.” Calvin shook his head. He wasn’t the type to make New Year’s Resolutions. In all honesty, they didn’t make any sense to him. People would say they would be do different or do things differently. Or maybe they said they’d change habits or whatever else they’d say, and by the beginning of February, you’d think the year hadn’t changed at all. “I don’t bother with all of that. It’s a waste of time in my opinion. But that’s just my opinion. By all means, if someone wants to have New Year’s Resolutions, and they actually stick with them though? All the power to them.”
puppy dog eyes are wide as the item is shown to him, brows shooting upwards. “woah!” he’s excited, leaning on the edge of his seat, palms flat on the table. the small thing on the other’s phone screen has this puppy so excited, scooting close. “show me again!!”
“right!” calvin restarted the video, shifting so lucas could see more of the phone screen. “i had the same reaction when i first saw it. good to know i’m not the only one fascinated.” he made sure all the volume was up and the phone’s brightness. “i actually just saw the video today.”
smallgcds:
“that’s rough.” will could relate, in a way, to an appreciation for antiques, though for him it had a lot more to do with a longing for a time before the internet existed and cameras were everywhere. “anything special about it? beyond rarity and age, i mean.”
“no. but that’s what i love about it. it’s a rare find. you won’t find her anywhere. and i don’t even want her for resale or even for use. i just want to know she’s mine, you get me?” smiling, calvin nodded and watched the screen with intensity. “twenty more minutes before she’s either mine or she slips away.”
foxglovc:
“i wouldn’t say a moot point exactly, more of a… conversational black hole.” the other’s met with a smirk, hands clutching at his tin for a cigarette – old habits die hard – though now the guilt of his actions is no longer an issue. “it’s interesting for a while, i suppose, but then it’s just tedious, lacklustre, endless.” like the shelves that line his walls that calvin is now paging through, fingers tracing spines while ambrose flicks a match against the nicotine. “there’s only so many times you can discuss the impact of consumer culture in nabokov’s lolita without seeming a total bore. which of course, i am.” he’s only half-way joking. in the years he’s had to dwell, reading’s one of the few pursuits he’s managed not to tire of, cigarette slipped between his lips as he offers the wolf a roll-up.
“i’ve never seen sex and the city. or, perhaps more seasonal, love actually. nor the notebook, notting hill, anything, say, post 1991 that falls into the thematic genre romantic comedy.” comedies aren’t his thing. nor is romance. he’ll take a true crime story or psychological thriller over stunted chemistry and canned laughter any day. “dificult to find an evening in which to marathon cinema when i’m rooted to a river for eight hours each nightfall. but go off, i suppose…” and the words sound foreign on his lips, exposing, like a mother using language as an attempt to connect with a withdrawing teenage son.
“what?” calvin’s eyes widen, and he has a bright look on his face. “tell me you’re kidding. you’ve never seen the notebook? i mean, not even sex and the city? everyone’s seen sex and the city. and love actually? alan rickman’s in that!” calvin shook his head in disbelief. “listen, we have to put a pause on the 1920s movie marathon. incroyable.” he smiles, trying to remember if he had the movies on DVDs or not. Netflix was cool and all, but calvin was as old school as they come. “how about a movie night on me, ambrose?”
the first time calvin had met ambrose, he damned near caught a heart attack. calvin had encountered enough different species in faulk hollow, so he wasn’t surprised when he found out the man was a ghost, he just hadn’t expected run into him when he had.
“i feel like asking you if you’ve read any classic novel would be a moot point.” he chuckled lightly, looking over at ambrose as he twirled the first edition Ozma of Oz book in his hand. “Is there any novel you haven’t read, ambrose? a 1920′s film you haven’t watched? i mean, you promised me a movie marathon, and i have yet to have that promised fulfilled, pal.” @foxglovc
He had only been in this place for a year, and he was wondering if he should continue to remain here. The only person that is keeping him here is his protective nature for Elena. The world was dark and chaotic as is, to leave her behind in that….he really couldn’t. As he entered the small coffee shop, he ordered his coffee black. Seeing someone had dropped something on the floor before him, he reached down picking it up. “Excuse me, you dropped this.”
“what?” calvin turned around, surprised to see the man handing him his wallet. “oh. thank you.” clumsy. he didn’t even notice he’d dropped it. he was broke enough as it is. “thank you, really. i didn’t even realize i’d dropped it.” he turned to pay for his coffee, shoving his wallet back into his pocket. “why don’t i pay for your coffee? as a thank you, i insist.”
scvrpions:
her father had always scolded imogene over reckless spending — which, by his definition, meant anything that related to fun. however, he’s not here & she has the cash to spare. “ bid five hundred, ” she enthuses, smiling though her eyes exude sincerity. “ i mean it, five hundred. i’ve got it covered —- like you said, can’t pass the opportunity, right ? ”
calvin practically choked on his coffee. “i don’t have that kind of money.” he hadn’t even intended on bidding half that much. “wait, what. did you just say you’d cover it?” he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and glanced at this laptop screen almost wistfully. “okay, okay.” he made a soft noise before he hurriedly bid the $500. he winced, hoping the person didn’t dare to go any higher than that. they weren’t as looney as he was, right? “thanks.” his eyes were a little wide from disbelief, and he glanced at the laptop when he heard a ping. “i.. i won. i won the --” he tried not to squeal, but he was obviously ecstatic. “imogene, i owe you big time.”
smallgcds:
“i don’t get why you even went that high.” will would never understand the sort of people who couldn’t just go to the store and buy a walkman for fifty bucks. or else just keep their music on their phone. “that thing looks older than i am.”
“that is exactly why i want it.” calvin’s eyes practically lit up, and he tried not to seem too excited about a bloody walkman. “it’s a rarity. you can’t find these in stores or anywhere else for that matter, not even antique shops. she’s a beauty.” calvin sighed and glanced at his computer screen. “and i want her.”
💕 - what fictional duo do you and your partner/best friend act like?
well, before i moved here... oh gosh this is going to be the silliest answer possible but .. kim possible and ron stoppable, minus the whole falling in love thing. other than that, we were inseparable? we went to school together. she didn’t really fight crime but it almost felt that way? she made sure everyone in school was all right. headed this feminist club at the high school. i miss her ... a lot.
hollyblueagate:
are those two dudes from supernatural ok? it’s been like 14 years. there’s high schoolers younger than their contract. i don’t think i’ve ever seen them in any other shows. are they allowed to leave? do they feed them?
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🌸 - what’s the most memorable dream you’ve had?
oh … um .. it was about my parents. they were surprising me with a car for my sixteenth birthday. funny thing, that has never happened? not the dream, i mean it never happened in real life. but it’s something that usually always happens on someone’s sixteenth birthday, you know? it was so vivid. i could practically smell the strawberry shampoo my mom’s always using. i could feel, hear and touch and taste .. everything. it was a good dream.