Curtains (1983) Dir. Richard Ciupka

Hayley Williams — Simmer

I come from a long line of people who should not have had children but did anyway

It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside-down. But if you’re not careful, if you don’t keep your eyes on something still, you can lose your balance, you know?

PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

LEAKY·:

open starter where: library  when: tuesday oct 18 morning

he was supposed to be writing an essay. and usually leaky had no problem with his homework, ecological ethics was actually one of his favorite classes. but it was game day, and it was always harder to concentrate on game day. so there he sat, fake tapping away at his computer at the shared table of the library commons. every sound caught his attention, causing him to look around, trying to catch anyone’s eye to use as an excuse. and finally he decided to give in, leaning toward the other that sat at the table careful keep his voice low cause in all honesty he was a bit afraid of the librarians. “psst, hey, hey.” he tapped his fingers against the wood. “are you going to the game tonight?” he smiled brightly at them. 

               —she   went   to   take   note,   recalling   part   of   the   passage   from   the   book   to   her   right   with   her   pen   and   paper   to   the   left,   and   there   it   was   again.   click   clack   click   clack   click.   the   nib   stuttered   on   the   page   and   then   stopped   before   quinn   looked   up.   she   reminded   her   face   not   to   look   as   exasperated   as   she   felt,   hoping   the   gaze   alone   would   send   the   message   their   noise   was   breaking   her   concentration.   he   wasn't   looking.   of   course.   quinn   put   her   head   down   and   had   just   gone   back   to   her   work   when   the   other   whispered   for   her   attention.   she   groaned.

"no   but   i'll   cut   you   a   deal.  you   stop   fidgeting   for   longer   than   five   minutes   and   i'll   go   to   any   game   you   want."

aceofportsmouth·:

He laid his head on the pool edge, looking up at Quinn with a soft smile. “I’m a tad jealous. I don’t have any cousins.” Booker shared. “My brother and sisters are great, but it’d be nice to have some outside of my immediate family, you know?” Sharing helped with finding common ground. Booker thought of himself as an open book, if that book had sentences with whited-out sections. “Greer seemed like a party girl. Do you think she would be proud of this event? Or would you like to talk about something else?” Booker added, blinking innocently. “I think we have some classes together. If you’d like to discuss classes, who doesn’t love talking about medicine, right?”

               her   eyes   narrowed   conspicuously   as   he   reeled   off   question   after   question.   she   didn't   even   know   this   guy's   name   and   here   he   was,   prepped   for   an   interview.   quinn   didn't   know   if   it   was   recent   events   with   greer,   being   forced   to   be   at   this   stupid   party   or   her   morrison   upbringing   but   it   put   her   back   up.   what   was   his   deal?   she   tried   to   turn   the   conversation   around.   "do   we?   what's   your   major?"

JESSICA SULA in PANIC

1.01

ironlvngs·:

     the pill ( or was it more than one ? link couldn’t even remember anymore ) that he’d gotten from ollie earlier was definitely at the forefront right now, and it mixed quite well with the loud music and bodies going in and out of the pool. though, even with that, link knew that he was due for a breather soon — and he was sick and tired of freezing his ass off outside when he goes for a cigarette. 

    so this time, they opted for another five second hiding spot — the locker rooms. though, there was sincere doubt in his mind that there weren’t a couple people in there already fucking each other. to his luck, though, upon opening the doors, it seemed a bit quiet. that is, until her voice came through just as he shut the door behind him. 

   link turns around to face her, unable to keep the grin from forming on his lips at her comment. “ i’d follow you through a thousand storms, quinnie, and i’m sure you know that — but following you to a bathroom ? or… locker room, whatever this is. that’s a level of creepy i’d like to stay away from. ” he scoffs, looking up the ceilings, wondering if he could get past the smoke detectors if he smoked in here. “ — and it pains me deeply that you think of me that way. ”

               quinn   rolled   her   eyes,   albeit   as   confused   as   ever   internally   by   link's   hyperbole.   he   had   a   way   of   saying   the   most   insincere   words   in   the   most   genuine,   charming   way.   it   made   you   second   guess   yourself   —   which   she   suspected   was   exactly   how   they   liked   it.    "be   pained,   then."   she   retorted.   in   her   defence:   it   was   bewildering   to   have   someone   flirt   with   you   privately   and   then   lowkey   act   like   you   didn't   exist   with   an   audience.   

               she   noted   the   box   of   cigarettes   in   their   hand.   the   blonde   stood   up   and   stretched   her   arms   in   an   arc   before   making   link   an   offer.   "lend   me   a   smoke   and   i'll   show   you   an   old   private   school   trick."

               a   freshman   approaches   her   with   a   green   glow   stick.   quinn   politely   declines,   waving   her   hand   to   shoo   them   away;   bravado   she   would   later   come   to   regret.   she   enters   with   the   confidence   she   was   born   into.   a   steadfast   belief   she's   above   it   all—   you   know   the   type:   everyone   else   but   me.   exclusivity   from   human   frailty.   closer   to   god   than   man.   it   was   the   morrison   way   and   quinn   was   not   immune.

               at   first,   she's   presented   with   options:   a   staircase   with   a   ghoulish   figure   looming   and   a   claustrophobic   hallway   of   chains.   she   would   rather   take   on   an   opponent   she   can   see   so   she   chooses   the   stairs.   as   expected,   the   robed   figure   lunges   at   her   as   she   reaches   the   top.   she   pushes   back,   laughing.   this   wasn't   scary.   this   was   corny.   this   was   camp.   it   was   a      kkg   event   after   all.   she   should   have   known   to   lower   her   expectations.

               quinn   has   little   interest   in   the   party   laying   ahead;   the   same   as   every   year   before.      in   fact,   she's   only   making   an   appearance   because   that   was   what   was   expected   of   the   greek   letters.   for   all   the   rivalry   between   them,   they   made   sure   to   show   up   to   each   other's   occasions   as   a   point   of   cooperation.   she   was   tri   delt's   vice   president   of   recruitment,   so   personal   choice   was   outside   the   equation.   she   did   her   best   not   to   be   the   rain   on   everyone's   parade...   by   this   point   in   the   halloween   season,   in   all   honesty,   her   social   battery   was   draining   fast.

               she   moves   forward   through   the   haunted   house,   coiled   hair   bouncing   on   her   proud   shoulders.   the   sophomore   finds   herself   in   an   empty   room.   her   first   impression?   apathetic.   the   room   is   wallpapered   white   with   some   pictures   plastered   on   top.      she   gets   closer.   curiosity,   as   usual,   reaping   bitter   fruit.   

she   recognises   a   word   emblazoned   over   and   over   again   in   bold   block   letters.   

          MISSING         

the   brunette   steps   back,   first   in   shock,   then   again   in   disgust.   a   weight   drops   in   her   abdomen.   with   a   nauseous   gulp,   she   turns   and   walks   out   as   fast   as   her   tiny   frame   is   able.   blinded   by   revulsion,   quinn   opens   the   next   door   she   sees,   hoping   for   an   exit.   she   isn't   paying   attention.   the   memory   of   greer   is   suffocating   her   senses   just   enough   for   idle   complacency   to   mutate   into   foolishness.   this   next   room   is   pitch   black   and   out   from   the   shadows   comes   a   paunchy   man   dressed   as   a   clown   —   face   paint   and   all.   he   makes   a   grab   for   her.   quinn   screams.

                      by   the   time   she   runs   all   the   way   back   to   the   entrance   she's   pale   and   clammy.   she   falters   over   the   front   step,   vision   blurred,   and   vomits.   exorcist-style.