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DUE TO A TWEAKING OF BIO AND GENERAL WEIRDNESS.... MAGGIE IS NOW HERE. 

#psa.

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MOBILE STARTER CALL

I’m mobile for the night and in the process of updating and moving Maggie but if you want. Starter on her new blog go ahead and like then and once I transfer some old posts to the new blog I’ll get around to them!! Let me and Maggie love you!

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❛ &. ┊   ♡    MAYHEW,  RICHARD.    ╱  warrioroflondonbelow·.

Richard laughed as he felt her shove his shoulder. “A’right, a’right, fine. Ya’ didn’t force me.” A beat. “Not completely, at least,” continued Richard, his words muffled as he stole another long sip of his water. “You at least half, or one-third, forced me to watch a horror film. But tha’s okay. I still love and cherish ya’ ‘cause I’m a kind and lovin’ friend,” he teased before ruffling up Maggie’s hair like an annoying older brother.

Putting his feet up whilst he flipped through channels, eventually Richard came across one that looked cheesy enough. Bad acting? Check. Clumsy line delivery. Without a doubt. Awful plot and effects that looked like any nine year old could pull it off with a camera? Done and done. “Do ya’ think these people wanna be in a film like this?” mumbled Richard, shuffling a little closer so he could lean against Maggie. “I mean, I know actin’ is a tough world, but I’m pretty sure there are better written pornos out there… Not tha’ I’d know… Of course.”

“𝐎𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄,” 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓        drawled  teasingly with a dramatic roll of her eyes. For all the bellyaching Richard and Margaret both put on each other, her time with Richard was always one of her favorite past times. Ever since moving, Richard had been her rock. From showing her around the city to letting her call him at odd hours because her internal clock was adjusting, he was more than a friend. He was her ...well...everything.  “You’re honestly too kind. It must be so hard to be this incredibly forgiving and loving,” she teased smiling warmly as she peeked up at him and then squeaking, “NOT THE HAIR!” as he ruffled her hair, “Not the hair!” She gasped and reached up to her mussed up hair, mouth hanging open in shock. “How could you?” she gasped feigning trauma.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊       through her russet hair as Richard began flipping through their options for movies or shows. When he found one, Margaret looked at it and her face grew more and more troubled by the cheesiness of it all. “You have terrible taste in movies,” she laughed softly, looking at Richard with a sympathetic look, “How do you make it through life with your terrible taste in--  everything?” Turning back to the movie, Margaret sipped her water and closed her eyes momentarily to help with the spinning although she was feeling better than she had been feeling earlier. At the question, Margaret hummed curiously and peeked an eye open at the television. A finely shaped brow quirks at the almost passive comment about better written pornos and Margaret lifted her head to look up at the man she considered family. “Oh no, no of course you don’t,” she agreed looking back at the movie and moving her feet so Hodor could jump onto the couch and lay over her with his head on Richard’s lap. Petting her massive feline fiend, Margaret watched the movie and then agreed, “Okay yeah, there is better acting in pornos.”

#warrioroflondonbelow. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ richard mayhew. #𝗑𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. ╱ older.

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I     AM     HORRIBLY       LIMITED.

                                                                                  template   //   color.

#𝗑𝗑. ━━ 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗉𝗍. ╱ self p.

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❛ &. ┊   ♡    SULLIVAN,  LILLY.    ╱    seeksghosts·.

         this  was  quickly  turning  into  one  of  the  biggest  investigations  she’d  ever  had  and  it  would  easily  make  or  break  her .  sure ,  she  was  well  known .  she  had  fans .  she  was  successful .  but  if  she  treated  this  too  campy  or  too  seriously ,  she  would  get  laughed  out  of  the  fucking  community .  but  if  she  had  a  team  that  believed  in  her ,  she  could  make  it  happen .  hell ,  she’d  been  sure  that  arnie  would’ve  laughed  margaret  of  the  phone .  and  he  would  have  if  he  had  thought  it  was  ridiculous .  so  maybe  they  were  really  onto  something .  she’d  have  to  talk  about  him  when  she  made  it  home ,  when  they  were  alone .  she  needed  to  be  sure  he  wasn’t  just  trying  to  keep  her  spirits  up  and  not  embarrass  her  in  front  of  margaret .  yeah ,  he  supported  her  in  ninety  percent  of  what  she  did ,  but  she  just  needed  to  know .  “ i  didn’t  even  make  him  sign  a  prenup !  oh  what  a  naive  girl  i  was . ”  a  tease  of  a  laugh ,  nose  crinkling  ever  so  slightly .  “ he’d  get  half  of  everything .  can  you  imagine  how  angry  the  network  would  be ?  could  you  imagine  the  youtube  comments ?  can’t  let  any  of  that  happen ,  can  i ?  plus …  i’m  desperately  in  love  with  him ,  so  a  divorce  would  just  be …  not  ideal . ”  lips  roll  for  a  moment  as  she  watched  the  other  type  away .  she  was  excited .  she  wanted  this  to  work .  and  it  was  going  to  take  the  whole  fucking  team  if  they  were  going  to  have  any  chance  at  it .

   “ both  it  is  then ! ”  a  bright  giggle  as  she  pulled  a  book  to  her  and  thumbed  through  it .  at  the  mention  of  investigating  jonas ,  though ,  her  head  shot  up ,  lips  in  a  stern  line .  “ whatever  you  do ,  don’t  let  arnold  hear  you  say  that .  there  are …  very  few  things  that  he  doesn’t  share  with  me  and  his  research  with  and  on  jonas  are  both  of  those  things .  and  don’t  you  dare  get  any  ideas  about  going  off  and  figuring  it  out  on  your  own  because  what  i  do  know  is  that  that  will  put  everyone  i  care  about  in  danger  and  i  won’t  allow  that . ”  she  put  her  finger  in  her  place  in  the  book  and  leaned  toward  margaret .  “ we  don’t  talk  about  the  boogeyman .  that  is  a  word  forbidden  in  the  house .  even  kat  doesn’t  know  the  boogeyman .  she  knows  the  monster  in  the  closet ,  the  ghost  under  the  bed ,  but  we  don’t  talk  about  the  boogeyman  in  front  of  her  or  in  the  house .  you  understand ? ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌       Lilly was something Margaret would be idiotic to ignore. Whatever Arnold was up to regarding his missing mentor was very obviously something he didn’t seem to want to share--  and it was made all the more interesting to her. She had always struggled to mind her own; it was what made her such a great contact for people when needed information was hard to come by. It was made her a great and problematic friend. She never did anything cruel with anything she discovered; whether that information be something small like lying about how your day was or something major like who was sleeping with who in the janitor’s closet at school--  Margaret was one of those that people found easy to talk to and was, coincidentally, also one of those kids most people never noticed was within earshot when sharing that information with someone who was not her. Made her pretty convenient in high school and made for fun gossiping with her friends--  whenever she had friends to gossip to.

“Right, yeah, okay,” Margaret agreed quietly, “Mysterious disappearance of Jonas is off the table forever. Not to be mentioned again.” The assurance is followed by a tight-lipped smile as she turned back to her computer to copy down more titles of books and online resources to check out. “Must be big,” she mumbled to herself and peeking at Lilly, “To warrant such caution, I mean. I hope he’s being careful.” When it came to believing in the preternatural, Margaret was hard to pin down as to whether she was a believer or a skeptic. She seemed deliciously balanced between both. Of course, she would get excited about the stories and the dark history and the events that caused such a haunting but when it came to believing in whatever evidence Lilly found, she seemed more supportive of the evidence being interesting or possibly concrete or rather, supportive of its suggestions rather than planting herself behind it as affirmation to spirits and ghouls. Of course, she had seen some weird things, experienced weirder things, but she was never the type to solidly say one way or the other where she stood.

“Boogeyman is also never to be mentioned in House Stomberg,” pulling her forefinger and thumb over her lips as if sealing them, Margaret offered a lighter smile and then glanced at her watch. “Library’s closing soon, let me print off these articles and we can bring everything to your house to talk with Arnold? Or did you wanna meet in the am for breakfast?”

#seeksghosts. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ lilly sullivan. #𝗑𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. ╱ older. #no icon bc i edited this #before i added one #and im too lazy to do it again lol

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slight rebranding everyone now i have a cool autumny aesthetic with a quote from the poem that inspired maggie!! 

ELEGIAEC >>  AUTUMNWERE

imma post a starter and plotting call for the day tomorrow and even if we have a thing feel free to like either post and ill get to them in the am ( or tonight since i seem to be unable to sleep /again/ )

#𝗑𝗂. ━━ 𝗂 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. ╱ out of character.

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❛ &. ┊   ♡    STEVENS,  FINLEY.    ╱    huntedvideo·.

a very good question, actually. finley was glancing around at the old and dusty trinkets that had been forgotten for some time down in the large cellar. glancing back, he gives a suspicious stare to said music box. ‘might as well not touch anything, just to be safe,’ there’s really no telling what’s cursed until you, yourself, are cursed. turning again, finley looks at the room through his screen. ‘when you see a ruby amulet, let me know so i can destroy it,’

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄         music box before Finley admitted that it was probably best not to touch anything, which, was a major mood killer. Looking at the music box with a noticeable pout, Margaret moved on to peek around the other shelves; finding jars of suspicious liquids, or rather, what may have once been liquid. “Dare you to drink this,” she said turning a crooked smile to Finley while pointing to a suspicious sludge filled jar, “For the vine,” she joked with an airy sort of giggle. 

#huntedvideo. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ finley stevens. #𝗑𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. ╱ older.

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@drstmbrg​.        gets a reply!      ╱    here.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊           as Arnold stalked over to it, pulling the file from beneath her hands and closing it firmly. She had never known the professor to be an angry sort, or a person who really ever got heated over much, but in that moment--  if looks could kill--  they’d be attending a funeral tomorrow. 

It wasn’t that Margaret was trying to ignore Lilly’s warning about Arnold’s preference to do this alone or that she was purposefully ignoring Arnold’s own admittance that this wasn’t something he wanted to share with her, she just genuinely wanted to help. Margaret never claimed to be anything but a rather nosy and intrusive sort; it was a curse. Something she was trying, albeit a bit halfheartedly, to work on but--  so far she failed. Slowly, she leaned back away from the desk and took a half step back around to the front of it, watching Arnold as those eyes bore into her and his voice came out in almost graveled frustration and anger.

“I just thought--  I just thought an extra pair of eyes couldn’t hurt,” she explained almost shyly, shoulders hunching slightly in an attempt to diffuse the situation--  and her guilt. Large eyes drift to the folder then back up to the man she had always considered more like a brother than a friend. Had she ruined that for them? Had she gone too far, finally? Oh, how she hoped not. Her hands flexed nervously before she reached up with her right hand to pull her hair behind her ear and began twirling a loose curls between her finger. It was a nervous habit she had adapted from her childhood habit of toying with her nasal cannula; she had had to busy her hands somehow and so she took to toying with her hair instead. “I’m sorry,” her voice was quiet and meeker than her usually confident and upbeat tone and she looked at Arnold with an ashamed look of guilt and regret.

#drstmbrg. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ arnold stomberg. #𝗑𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. ╱ older.

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“The leprous corpse, touch’d by this spirit tender, Exhales itself in flowers of gentle breath; Like incarnations of the stars, when splendour Is chang’d to fragrance, they illumine death And mock the merry worm that wakes beneath; Nought we know, dies. Shall that alone which knows Be as a sword consum’d before the sheath By sightless lightning?—the intense atom glows A moment, then is quench’d in a most cold repose.”

━━  Adonais : An Elegy of Death  ( temp.  /  color. )

#𝗂𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌. ╱ ch. aes. #𝗂𝗑. ━━ 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾. ╱ edits.

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her expressions were my favorite, maybe more so than her smile. while her smile was the brightest thing about her, margaret blake had a facial expression for every moment but whenever she was caught redhanded? oh, those were the faces one couldn’t help but laugh at. she could never look innocent because while she may weave a grand tale of child thieves or her monstrous feline wrecking havoc, margaret was above all else--  a terrible liar. if she couldn’t convince you she wasn’t guilty, it was because her face gave her away--  as it always did. when she was happy she was smiling, when she was upset her eyes were filled with tears and her brows knitted together fighting them back, but when she was guilty? her expressions were as       grand and over exaggerated as her stories.

#𝗏𝗂𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾. ╱ visage. #𝗂𝗑. ━━ 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾. ╱ edits. #mutuals may reblog

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do the thing to the thing and i’ll write you a different thing!

i cannot wait to get all the things with mags!

#𝗑. ━━ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉. ╱ starter call.

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for those of yous guys who would like to plot for something with mags, boop the heart and make it all red inside and i’ll reach out to you in the ims!  if you have a verse in mind that’d be awesome if not we can discuss anything in between!

#𝗑. ━━ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉. ╱ plotting call.

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slight rebranding everyone now i have a cool autumny aesthetic with a quote from the poem that inspired maggie!! 

ELEGIAEC >>  AUTUMNWERE

imma post a starter and plotting call for the day tomorrow and even if we have a thing feel free to like either post and ill get to them in the am ( or tonight since i seem to be unable to sleep /again/ )

#𝗑𝗂. ━━ 𝗂 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. ╱ out of character.

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❛ &. ┊   ♡    HARRINGTON,  STEVE.    ╱   nikesoled·.

Robin pointed out the girl behind him and he turned to her and before he could get into his little flirtatious spiel, which hadn’t been working on the past few girls (or any girls for that matter), she addressed him and went on about frozen yogurt. He noticed she had an oxygen mask and his brows furrowed. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?” He hadn’t meant to sound rude, it was just unusual. Why would someone need to walk around with an oxygen tank?  “Yeah well, I don’t know if you’re aware of this but we serve ice cream not frozen yogurt. Who’d wanna eat yogurt frozen? Sounds kinda gross to me.” Robin could be heard groaning as she hung her head at his words but he ignored her. “Yogurt’s like, I dunno, it’s fruity flavoured health shit, good for your stomach. Ice cream’s just sugar. You wanna try the USS Butterscotch? It’s pretty goood.” For some reason he felt drawing out the word made it sound better but it really didn’t.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍         when asked about the hospital, more out of worry that he saw something she didn’t. Was she pale? Was she sweating? Was she bluer than normal? “No.” It was a short and easy response because Margaret felt no more sickly than normal so she looked at the employee with a patient and pointed look until he went on about frozen yogurt which earned a bubble of snickers. “I suppose I shouldn’t ask about gelato, then, either?” she asked smiling at the boy and peeking behind him at the blonde as she groaned almost suffering because of Steve’s ignorance. What a curious dynamic. Looking back at the boy in front of her, Margaret smiled as he dragged the word on and tilted her head. “Pretty good, hm?” she repeated curiously before tilting her tank around so she could walk the length of the ice cream case. “Oh! What about--  Cherries Jubilee? Is that good? I really love chocolate and cherries, most people prefer chocolate and strawberries, the whole romantic stereotype but--  chocolate cherries are so much better.”

#nikesoled. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ steve harrington. #𝗑𝗂𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐. ╱ chap. vi. ( stranger things. )

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❛ &. ┊   ♡    STEVENS,  FINLEY.    ╱   huntedvideo·.

‘hey, okay, listen-’ camera swings around to get a glimpse of maggie. he remembers her, remembers how she reacted when she saw him for the first time. and he’d invited her onto a show- one of those fan event things. he’d done it before, with lucas, and nothing bad truly happened, in the end, so he decided to ask her, as well. but finley needed to make it very clear that it was still a dangerous situation, no matter how tame the case was (and it was tame- fin had picked out an easy one on purpose). ‘you gotta stay close and, uh- don’t touch anything that might be cursed, alright?’ / @elegiaec·.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘,          minding the area so she wouldn’t trip or knock anything over. She had never been ghost hunting before, well, nothing official. She certainly hadn’t done anything on camera. To say she was nervous was a light understatement but her excitement overtook any sort of crippling nervousness she may have otherwise needed to deal with. “Right, don’t touch anything cursed,” she repeated looking around the room and finding an old, what looked to be, a music box. She reached for it then stopped short, “Exactly--  how do I know if it’s cursed?”

#huntedvideo. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ finley stevens. #𝗑𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. ╱ chap. ii. ( older. )

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@huntedvideo​.      gets a reply!      ╱    here.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒       she beamed at the other. “Actually,” she gently pointed to his worn band tee and zipup, “The clothes. And yeah the hair. Trademark Finley.” Giggling lightly, Margaret gives a subtle start and offers her hand, “Sorry, hi, I’m Maggie. It’s really nice to meet you.” She waits for him to shake her hand or ignore it before moving on, “What brings you here? Oh, are you on a case? I mean, we do have the Blair Witch in the woods. I suppose that’d be an interesting thing to look into. Not much else out here, though.”

#huntedvideo. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ finley stevens. #𝗑𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. ╱ chap. ii. ( older. )

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❛ &. ┊   ♡    HARRINGTON,  STEVE.    ╱   nikesoled‌.

@elegiaec​

dolphin noises.

“I’m sorry but the number you have dialed is no longer in service, please try again. BEEEEEEEEP.”

#nikesoled. #𝗇𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺. ━━ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. ╱ steve harrington. #𝗑𝗑𝗂𝗂𝗂. ━━ 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖺! ╱ crack.