@ramonahan​

Mackerel knew he was free. He’d watched that shadowy version of himself disappear the moment he walked into the dining room. Still, every few steps, he was looking over his shoulder. He saw mirrors all around and tried not to look directly at them. He didn’t really know where he was going next. In the darkness, it was impossible to see if he was in a hallways he’d already traveled through before. But after hours of running, it felt impossible to stand still now. If he did, then the aches and pains of the day might fully settle into his body. Then the memories of the bloodbath might come back quicker, and it’d be harder, now, to reason that he’d done what he had to do in order to survive.

So he kept moving, slowing down as it was impossible to ignore he was growing more tired. He turned, and thought, somehow, he’d fallen asleep on his feet. He couldn’t hear a thing. 

@ofdarkholmes said:  “I don’t make these rules. Nuns make these rules.”

“Nuns? What are nuns? Why do they make the rules?” The joke was lost, with Klara instead frowning in confusion.

[text]: you’re just a slut

[text]: excuse u[text]: WAS a slut[text]: case u frgot im a 1 woman man now

( after hours have past, james returns having not let the conversation die )

[text]: u werent even here then u dont knw slut me u cant talk

The Cherry Bombs

You've got time to kill Baby, don't go jump the gun Live fast while you're young, honey Don't go chasing love, chasing love

Ramona: So, I heard you like bad girls.

Quentin: ..Not really.

Ramona: Oh, thank god.

♩

SEND ME A ♩ AND I’LL PUT MY MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND PICK A LINE FROM THE SONG THAT I THINK FITS OUR MUSES’ DYNAMIC THE BEST:

In the Night by The Weeknd

“Baby girl was living life for the feeling” and “And all the wrongs she committed” and “And I know that she's capable of anything, it's riveting”

RAMONA & PIERRE; [PRIVATE]

It’s late. You’re sure you don’t mind me being here?

Are you free on Friday?

Nope, I won’t be in San Francisco then. Why?

@ramonarappaport

James ran forward, never daring to let his grip on his wand grow slack. It remained at his side- prepared at any moment to be lifted, spell blasting forward at impeding danger. Unfamiliar with Knockturn Alley, James felt like he was navigating a maze. Each turn, each building he passed, he could never be sure whether he was on his way out or burying himself deeper. He dashed past a dark alleyway, feet stomping on the cobblestone. A shot flew over his head, light a brilliant green. Without hesitation, James turned, pointing his wand into the dark and firing off a spell before hustling onward. His feet carried him fast, wanting to get somewhere, anywhere close to someone he knew. Something that might make sense of what was happening. The path he ran lead him towards a figure. He couldn’t make out her face, covered by a mask, but he noticed what looked like a pipe in her hand. Too large to be a wand. 

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!” Skye to Ramona

“I asked if I could have it and you said yes…” Ramona replied innocently, batting her eyelashes up at Skye. She wasn’t lying but she had asked Skye when she was asleep and she’d mumbled her question so it wasn’t completely fair… but whatever. “I’ll buy you more next time we stop, I promise.” Ramona spooned the last mouthful into her mouth and threw away the evidence, she’d almost gotten away with it completely. With kiss on Skye’s cheek she skipped back towards the back of the bus.

[TEXT] The Trojan Horse shoved itself through the city wall, broke open, released a ton of little guys into the city and ruined everyone’s day. Explain to me how Trojan seemed like a good name for a condom brand.

[text]: Congratulations, you’ve successfully ruined a multi-million dollar company’s marketing system with a single text.[text]: I’ve very proud of you.[text]: I’d tell you to angle it so they’ll gift you some free condoms but there’s not trusting their reliability now.

{Pm} Oh good. My day was more productive today. The traffic at the shop was more than usual which is wonderful. We're getting known more as time goes on. Now, I look forward to you dancing with me.

[PM] I think you’re doing pretty well. Soon enough you’ll be an excellent dancer -- that’s a given.