Impatient  Bartender  Leaves  Their  Place  Of  Work  Before  They  Are  Roped  Into  Doing 

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there  is  something  feral  going  through  rowena's  head  as  they're  being  questioned  about  a  death  that  her  claws  were  nowhere  near  ━━  and  she  finds  herself  thinking  that  perhaps  they  should  talk  to  the  huntsman  about  it,  his  hands  already  covered  in  dried  blood.  red  ribbon  holds  the  long  and  messy  braid  together,  hair  swinging  all  the  way  down  to  the  end  of  red's  back  as  she  walks.  eyebrows  furrowed,  part  of  the  little  red  thinks  they  somehow  messed  up  ━━  thinking  things  through  is  not  their  forte.  each  step  down  the  stairs  feels  like  the  walk  through  the  hall  of  a  prison  wing  and  rowena  doesn't  know  if  she's  walking  away  or  right  into  a  cell  of  someone  else's  making.

red  tilts  their  head,  both  arms  now  crossed  over  her  chest.  "and  what  makes  you  think  i  would  confess  anything  to  you?"  there  is  only  one  soul  that  she  might  bare  her  own  to  and  he's  unrecognizable  these  days.  "are  you  just  waiting  here  for  people  to  talk  to  you  about  what  they  told  the  magic  mirror?  boredom  really  does  take  a  toll  on  some  people."

open to. anyone — come one, come all ! setting & notes. remembrance day event part two, looming about around the main enclave. feel free to assume connections if not plotted yet, or this can be their first interaction if you'd like.

      a slimy thing, waffling about and bouncing from one corridor to another, eyes on the action as always. if there was one thing fionn couldn't miss, it was a show — comedies or tragedies, both equally as entertaining to a lone sprite, itching to get a firsthand view at the next sensation that sweeps their quaint little town. it's about time, he'd assert, after days of droning boredom, the cabin fever was bound to settle in eventually - fionn just didn't expect it to be so soon. " what a shame, " a tone decorated with dramatization, cutting through the undercurrent of empathy that was, albeit, genuine, but it was hard to tell with him.

      " now, what say you when the magic mirror reveals your deepest secret to the entire town, hm ? " he was merely playing, but surely this was neither the time nor place, with tensions inevitably rising and, eventually, anxieties too. " the time to confess your wrongdoings is nigh. i pinky promise i won't tell another soul, unlike that dreaded mirror. "

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MADELYN CLINE as SARAH CAMERON in

⏤ OUTER BANKS (S04)

[she was funny for that]

SHE-RA ET LES PRINCESSES AU POUVOIR

fingers  tap  on  the  bar  top,  the  faerie's  head  tilting  to  the  side  as  she  watches  one  dorothy  gale  spin  one  too  many  times.  boredom  has  no  true  cure,  not  for  someone  like  faye  ━━  it  is  only  dormant,  waiting  to  come  back  when  her  latest  entertainment  loses  it's  novelty.  pudding  &  pie  helps  little  but  it  is  better  than  being  surrounded  by  nothing  and  no  one.  and  who  knows?  perhaps  the  opportunity  to  amuse  herself  (  and  perhaps  make  someone  else's  day  less  than  ideal  )  will  come  on  a  silver  platter.

and  it  did.

hazel  eyes  focus  on  the  fable,  narrowed  in  both  wander  and  annoyance.  faye  could  not  give  less  of  a  damn  about  the  dead  witch  ━━  they  barely  give  a  damn  about  people  whose  name  they  do  not  forget  on  a  daily  basis  ━━  but  there  is  something  dense  about  such  a  celebration,  not  because  dorothy  is  only  a  few  steps  away  from  dancing  on  the  witch's  grave,  no  ━━  who  is  to  say  being  a  witch  is  why...  whoever  her  name  is,  is  dead?

faye  smirks,  though  it  does  not  quite  reach  her  eyes.  "ding  dong  the  witch  is  dead,  yeah?"  a  scoff,  a  sip  on  her  drink.  furrowed  eyebrows  paint  themselves  on  faye's  expression  ━━  a  part  to  play,  a  reaction  that  is  planned  more  than  genuine.  "ever  think  that  maybe  there  is  a  possibility  it  wasn't  because  she's  a  witch?  you  could  be  the  next  victim  for  all  we  know.  and  i  don't  know  about  you  but  i  like  being  alive."

" I DON'T KNOW WHAT EVERYONE IS SO FUSSY ABOUT , " dorothy voiced , but the words were spoken between shallow and bitter breaths , having just teetered off the stage from a particularly grim performance ( the town's happenings had left little room for pallet - soothing whimsy , but perhaps her audience could have done without her celebratory merriment about the witch's fate ) . taking the scarlet fingertip of a stain glove between her teeth , dorothy tugged the costume piece off her tawny limb before discarding it behind her on the bar top .

" ─── anyone in their right state of mind would be relieved . feel , , , safer . " it were almost as if dorothy were self soothing ( as she was one to talk about what defined a right state of mind ) , shifting her bite to show her opposing glove the same attentions she had gifted the first . then , swirling on the stool so she was facing bar side , dorothy collected her thick , loose hair and pulled it over her shoulder , beginning to anxiously thread it into a loose plait , only to run her fingers through it and start over .

over . and over . and over again .

her eyes find the occupant of the seat next to her , eyes like that of a sleepy pup's as painted lashes framed droopy lids . she was so tired , their features blurring , a yawn burning her throat that she didn't let surface .

" i think we should give whoever did it a proper thanking . "

a 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for 𝘋𝘖𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘠 𝘎𝘈𝘓𝘌 set at 𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐩𝐢𝐞 the eve the news broke of the murder . ( @detr1tus , @gravemist , @lcgendaries , @einchants , @daydreambeliiever , @unyearning / @unforsworn )

RILEY KEOUGH as DAISY JONES DAISY JONES & THE SIX (2023) Track 3: Someone Saved My Life Tonight

Anazitisis… (1972),  dir. Erricos Andreou