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carcosuh:

“hardly anythin’ like the fairy tale.” carcosa replied, snickering to herself. “unless you trade the mice for hairspray an’ the slippers for dope.”

her brow raised in question, the brunette offering her the record with a small smile. “take a look, if ya want.” she gently urged, a hand running through her hair. “only reason i ever heard of ‘em is because my dad’s a big fan, y’know?” she smiled fondly at the mention of him, a twinge of pain reflecting in her eyes, here one second and gone the next.

“country an’ rock n’ roll’s pretty much all he ever played, but nothin’ beat his love’a johnny.”

Liz had never had much practice in turning down gifts, or anything that was handed to her really. She didn’t have much practice accepting them either. People never just gave her things, so she just stared at the record, hesitant. “You-you don’t have to do that.” She said, putting her hands in her pockets. “It doesn’t sound like the kinda thing I’d be into anyways.”

#convos: carcosuh (1)

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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Liz stared out into the bayou, watching the water ripple and dragonflies flit from one plant to another, never lingering for too long. Probably because of the gators. Ever since she was a girl she had wondered which part of the bayou had claimed her mom, if the water filled up lungs before the gators sunk their teeth into her flesh, or if she had been fully conscious for that. Maybe she had been dead before her body even hit the water. Liz hoped that whatever the method was, it had been quick.

The cops still called her mom’s case a missing persons, but Liz knew better. Her mom was dead, and if she hadn’t died in the bayou she was rotting somewhere else, her bones decayed and well-hidden. It wasn’t the kind of death she deserved. Really, Liz felt that her mom deserved immortality, to be able to live on and on while her piece-of-shit husband drunk himself to the grave. But failing that, a peaceful death was what her mom should’ve gotten. The kind that would gently take you in your sleep.

She gripped the necklace and exhaled through her nose, blinking as tears made their way down her face. But her grief was quickly replaced with annoyance when she heard footsteps and she quickly wiped her tears away, because God for-fucking-bid anyone in this town saw her weeping and weak. “Fuck off.” She said testily. “I’m not in the mood.”

#blessedstart

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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Liz started, like a cat, at the sudden chirpy greeting and she regarded the girl behind the counter with a wary look. “Um, I think I’ll be ok.” She said, awkwardly shuffling off to the skincare section of the store. Her cleanser was getting dangerously low and she needed a refill, but she had bought back in New Orleans and something told her Bumfuck’s drug stores wouldn’t stock it, but she still needed a replacement.

Faith sat behind the counter at the drug store her family owned, fingers idly flipping through the pages of the religious book, a self-proclaimed guide on living ‘your holiest life.’ She hadn’t had a customer in the past twenty five minutes and she was drowning in boredom. As the bells on the doors signified another person, she immediately perked up, a huge grin making its way onto her face with her newfound interest. “Hello! Is there anything I can help you find?” Her father had warned her against ‘pestering’ the customers but she reasoned she was just attentive.

#convos: hcvefcith (1)

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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@cxletteyxung

I’ll take care of you, and you’ll take care of me.

#MISANDRY SQUAD (LIZ AND COLETTE)

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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abegunnr:

“ oh … that’s embarrassin’ . i was gonna lay on the CHAHM , but i’m thinking that’s illegal ‘cause you’re clearly only … what ? twelve ? ” rolling his eyes , he shrugged and started pushing his bike in a different direction. “ say hi to yuh mummy for me , yeah ? ”

“I’m twenty three asshole.” Liz had been perfectly content to leave that there, but at the mention of her mother, she stopped dead in her tracks. Now completely enraged, Liz harshly kicked the bike. “Fuck you!” She spat. “You mention my mother again and I’ll rip your fucking eyes out!” Her teeth were bared and she was close to snarling, the urge sitting deep in her chest. “Fucking white trash loser!”

#convos: abegunnr (1)#{why is she like this}#{i mean I Know Why but........why}#{tbh this is probs because he reminds her a bit of her dad rip}

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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“I know the fairy tale and that’s it.” Liz said, actually feeling a little awkward. “I don’t know about any album...” The only music that had played in the house when Liz was a girl had been her father’s country and blues records. The only exceptions had been the lullabies her mother sang to her in Seminole, and those had been few and far between.

“I believe you.” Liz said. “You don’t have to try and prove anything to me.”

“you’re fuckin’ with me, right?” carcosa’s tone was laced with astonishment, standing there with wide eyes and arched brows. she hurriedly flipped through a bin of records, fingers moving a mile a minute until she found the vinyl she desired.

“you can’t honestly tell me you’ve never heard of cinderella.” she said, displaying the album proudly. “night songs is easily one’a the best records to come outta the eighties.”

#convos: carcosuh (1)

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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piphur:

“ i’m not sure , ” she said calmly , her gaze falling softly on the butt hurt strawberry vendor . she then turned to the woman selling the blackberries —- you’d think she had won something a lot BIGGER with how smug she was. the church folk in this town were fucked , she thought to herself . “ they all look very … UNAPPETIZING . ” she lifted her gaze to both of the women who now seemed incredibly offended . “ you might want to try another stand . ”

Liz snorted and smirked at the women’s expressions. She didn’t mess with the churchies often, mostly because she just didn’t want to, but that didn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy seeing them squirm. They just make it so damn easy, mostly because of the giant stick they always seem to have up their asses. And now that the gauntlet had been dropped, how could Liz refuse?

“You know what? You’re right.” Liz put the blackberries back (thank god she hadn’t paid yet because Lord knows these churchies hate giving out refunds. ‘Charitable’ her ass.) “I think I saw a better batch somewhere back there.” She gestured vaguely to the stalls behind her, trying very hard not to laugh.

#convos: piphur (1)#{im love piper omg}

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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abegunnr:

“ look at all that STEAM ; comin’ right outtah yuh ears . that’ll do . ” he laughed to himself , watching the girl as she turned away from him . so many people in the town who had their heads up their asses —- it was DELIGHTFUL . no wonderful everyone was itching to stick around.

‘Do not respond.’ Liz told herself firmly, gritting her teeth. ‘For the love of Christ do not respond.’

“Look at all that steam comin’ right outtah yuh ears.” She spat back mockingly, over exaggerating the man’s accent (which was really just an over exaggeration of her own). “Fuck off.”

#convos: abegunnr (1)#{i know im love her}#{lmao liz is basically the mocking spongebob meme rip}

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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cxletteyxung:

Liz was the only thing in the shithole bar that didn’t make her want to eat a bullet. The other woman understood what it was like to get treated like shit by the patrons and the owners but be unable to leave. Girl’s gotta eat, light’s gotta stay on. Colette can say from expierence that Snake ‘n’ Jakes’s was better than Legs. Not by much, but it had been enough of a difference for her to quit when a job opened up at the bar. While she was regretting it, she didn’t want to throw Liv to the wolves if she ever left. Liv might not be her blood, but Colette saw a lot of herself in the younger woman- bitter, angry, and always ready to fight- and that was enough for her to want to protect the younger woman.

Colette threw a smirk over her shoulder when she spotted Liz, pouring the customer his drink. She and Liz slid closer to each other, Colette wiping down the bar. At her question, the brunette snorted. “Not surprised the gossip’s already making it’s rounds. Joey sure as fuck ain’t subtle.” She glanced at Liv, shrugging her shoulders. “He’s fine, for now. I’m fuckin’ pissed and if the dipshit knows what’s good for him then he needs to get the absolute fuck out of dodge but lord knows that boy isn’t that smart.” She stopped cleaning, utterly exasperated as she groaned. “I mean, what the fuck? I get doing dumb shit, but.. this isn’t even dumb shit that would make him money. I would expect drugs, I could deal with him getting into drugs. This is just.. so fucking idiotic. There’ ain’t a twelve step program for dumbassery.”

Liz couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up in her throat. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh but...” She lets the end of the sentence hang in the air as she dries off another glass and puts it back on a shelf. “I’m sure he’ll straighten up and fly right eventually.” Liz said encouragingly. more for Colette’s benefit than anything else. A part of her did hope that Colette’s brother would sort himself out, sooner rather than later, but she knew the likelihood of that happening. As long as he stayed in Bumfuck and wallowed in it’s rot and poison, he was doomed. The whole damn town was cursed, no one within it’s limits would be able to find any kind of happiness or normalcy as long as they stayed, but they couldn’t leave either. It was fuckin Hotel California in this pit, even Liz got sucked back in, even when she had tried so hard to leave it behind.

The town was an infection, and it can get into your bone, whether you want it to or not. “How’s the rest of them? Your siblings I mean, they doing ok?” Liz didn’t have siblings, but she knew what it was like to worry about someone you loved. She would offer up help whenever she could, even when she honestly had no idea what the hell to do.

#convos: cxletteyxung (1)

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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Liz smirked discreetly at Colette’s ‘greeting’ as she poured out a drink for another customer. The other girl was pretty much all that kept Liz sane in the shit hole that was Snake ‘n’ Jake’s, which was no small feat. Initially Liz had refused to work at the bar, not wanting any fucking thing to do with the coffin chasers, but it was the only place in this no horse town and soon enough Liz had to swallow her pride and walk on in, asking for an interview.

Every day Liz had to remind herself not to fly off the handle, to remain calm and smile for the guys because otherwise she would lose her job, but fuck it was hard sometimes. That’s why she was grateful for Colette, she understood how Liz felt and was always willing to join in on a bitchfest about the asshole patrons and the fuckweed bikers. They developed a sisterhood of sorts, the only thing Liz liked about Bumfuck, and it would be the only thing she would miss once she left.

“I heard about your brother.” She said, once Colette had dealt with the customer. “Everything ok?” Liz could take a pretty confident guess that nothing was really ok, but she asked regardless, to give Colette the opportunity to vent if nothing else.

It would be just fan-damn-tastic if once, just o n c e, her little brother acted like he had a lick of goddamn sense. She wasn’t Joey’s mother but she sure as fuck was going to act like it if the seventeen year old didn’t start acting like he didn’t burn out all his brain cells with the amount of toxic shit that he put in his body. She didn’t give a fuck if he decided to act like a fuckin dumbass, but she gets called down to the station one more time about him vandalizing something or pissing in front of some poor church bitch, she was going to kill him. If he’s going to be that stupid, at least be slick enough to not get caught for fuck’s sake.

Colette had just finished chewing his delinquent ass a new one when she was called in to Snake ‘n’ Jake’s for another shift. They were short staffed - what a fuckin’ shocker. Maybe if some people would get off their goddamn high horse and actually tend the bar, it wouldn’t be so swamped. Pulling a cigarette from her lips, as she approached the bar, the brunette was affronted by cat calls from her ‘regulars.’ So loyal and complimentary to her and her tits; and everyday she dreams of drowning them. The smile she flashes them is accompanied by a middle finger as she slips behind the bar.

Flicking a strand of hair out of her eye, she looks over to one of the customers- one that looked slightly less aggravating than the fifty something MC member that had a pension for putting his tip money in her cleavage. Sliding over to them, she arched a brow. “The fuck you want?” She asked; the regulars at the bar were used to her ‘cute’ way of taking orders, smiling at her like she was some adorable puppy that they put up with because she was something nice to look at.

#convos: cxletteyxung (1)#{hope this is ok!!!!}

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bettieloucooper-blog · 7 years

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Liz had only wanted some quiet time, some solitary time, some alone time. But of course, in Bumfuck, that’s practically impossible. The whole town was a claustrophobe’s nightmare, people always under foot and always wanting to have a goddamn chat. The resentment for the town that was always steady boiling under her skin reached a spike when her new found companion spoke and she gave him a harsh glare.

“You’re own damn fault for not getting enough gas.” Was all she said before turning ahead and resolving to ignore him.

it had run out of GAS ; sputtered to a STOP , sporadic blasts of exhaust emissions tainting the air only to die mercilessly in the unreliable hands of ABEL GUNNER . he had a brilliant mind , but a reckless personality — hence the swing of his FOOT toward the dirt , kicking that shit in many different directions out of unadulterated anger.

that was FIVE minutes ago . he was fine now , walking along the paved roads with his hands gripping the handles of his bike . he pushed and pushed and PUSHED , his hair having long since fallen in his face , glued down by the sweat that now trickled from his forehand down his cheeks.

“ lovely day foh a WALK , ” he mentioned casually , albeit sarcastically after reaching a steady pace with a bumfuck townie. “ could be HOTTAH though . think yah could do somethin’ ‘bout that? ”

#convos: abegunnr (1)#{meet liz an angry smol}

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Elizabeth examined the fruit carefully, putting a lot more thought into this than she usually would. She had been craving some pie lately and was planning on making one once she got home, she just hadn’t decided on the flavour. She frowned as she looked at both displays, half seriously contemplating her choices and half disbelieving that she’s gotten to this point.

“Blackberries.” She says finally, getting a plastic container of the small fruit. She can see the strawberry seller glare daggers at her, but Liz ignored her. She liked blackberry pie better anyways. “What are you getting?”

her skirt swayed with the WIND , a beautiful smile etched across her features as she picked up a peach . the small market had been put on by the CHURCH , stepford expressions bleeding through each & every soccer mom as she tried desperately to prove that HER organic fruits were better than the rest.

it all tasted the fucking SAME to her !!

her profession was questionable at best for most of the RELIGIOUS folks in town . some thought she was blessed , while others thought she was cursed . it was a hazy line & she often forgot which citizens liked her & which DIDN’T.