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NIMAH. 

                                ━━━─── ·𖥸· ───━━━

It’s not that Nimah isn’t used to being hit on by a male stranger, she simply prefers they’s don’t. Nimah prefers the man keep their mouths shut, or at thr least think before believing for a second that an ironic dad joke will get her to like them. That’s why when someone comes up behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pressing forward to make his presence known and tells her some sort of corny pick up line, she just about snapped in order to get him away from her. She would have if the woman a few seats away hadn’t beat her to it. Nimah doesn’t one bit, really. The brunette looks over to give a thankful smile. Ear to ear, and all teeth. ❛ The woman isn’t wrong. ❜ Nimah looks back at the male stranger, heavily tilting her head to one side while staring him down with a grin, waiting until he get’s the hint. Finally, after a solid moment, it clicks and he backs away. ❛ Damn. Talk about second-hand embarrassment … ❜

       “God,” she winces, wrinkling her nose some. The mere sight of the man shrinking back and recoiling in his attempts to win the girl over ignited a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was awkward to watch. “Talk about cringe-worthy..” She could definitely appreciate his confidence, though; something she most certainly didn’t have without a little liquid confidence. Glancing over at the other woman with a curious smile, she asks, “Don’t tell me it’s the worst you’ve heard though?” 

#( — chatting with ☽ ) #nimah turner

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Hande Erçel Halka | 4. Bölüm

#baby yas #( — she liked to disappear even in the same room as other people.☽ mirror. )

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marcustcrner​:

strawberrylollipopkisses​:

Halloween Asks!

🎃Pumpkin: What is your favorite season?

👻Ghost: Do you get scared easily?

🎃Candy Corn: What is your favorite kind of candy?

👻Vampire: What is your favorite supernatural creature?

🎃Witch: If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

👻Trick or Treat: What was your favorite Halloween costume?

🎃Black Cat: Are you superstitious?

👻Ouija Board: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

🎃Graveyard: Do you know any good scary stories?

👻Skeleton: Have you ever broken a bone?

🎃Werewolf: What is your favorite urban legend?

👻Horror Flick: Do you like scary movies? If so, which one is your favorite?

🎃Haunted House: Would you prefer to live in the city or the country?

👻Zombie: Do you think that you could survive a zombie apocalypse?

🎃Mummy: What is your biggest fear?

👻Bat: Do you have any pets?

🎃Cauldron: What kind of potion would you make if you had the opportunity?

👻Full Moon: Do you prefer nighttime or daytime?

🎃Corn Maze: What is your favorite autumn activity?

👻Broomstick: What exciting places have you traveled to?

will | cam

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ADELE. 

                    It was at least somewhat unusual for Adele to be free on a Saturday afternoon, but it had been strangely quiet around Lakeview, so she’d taken the opportunity to cut out early — apparently, her reward was witnessing a stranger’s gross attempt at picking up a girl way out of his league, while she sipped her afternoon latte. If anything, though, the former debutante admired dude’s confidence. She knew better than anyone that really feeling it was half the battle. The brunette hadn’t even realized anyone else was watching the spectacle unfolding in this very public arena until she heard the other woman commenting, with a hint of laughter in her tone. “Oh, so, you saw that, too? How do you feel about his odds?”

       Tilting her head to match the face to the voice, Yas tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ears, easing back into her seat with the comfort of knowing the comment that had slipped from her lips hadn’t gone to waste, given she wasn’t the only one witnessing the ordeal. “Oh, the odds are definitely in his favour,” she quipped jokingly, a smirk tugging at her lips. “It honestly made me cringe, personally. He gets points for trying, though, and the sheer confidence he exudes.. now that’s something. You?” 

#( — chatting with ☽ ) #adele hawthorne #YAS GIRL

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#( — she liked to disappear even in the same room as other people.☽ mirror. )

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« ☽ starter for @mysticstarter​ »

STATUS: open LOCATION: the hideout DATE/TIME: saturday afternoon

          “Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got FINE written all over you.” Unable to help herself, Yasmin almost spat out her drink, trying her best not to break out into a fit of laughter. What the..? She’d spent the last few minutes watching this guy try and pick up a girl at the bar, in broad daylight.. entirely cocky, and with a kind of confidence she honestly, well and truly wish she had deep down. Still, the latest pick up line was beyond her. “—If that isn’t the most ridiculous line I’ve ever heard.”

#( — chatting with ☽ ) #open starter

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HELIN. 

Helin doesn’t sense her sister’s apprehensiveness. Probably because she feels the complete opposite  about the preparing of eating dinner at the table. They have a lot of time to make up for the years Yasmin had been away. Eating as a family was a massive part of the Solak family. It was a time and space to acknowledge each other wholly. It was a bit of a ritual, wasn’t it? The setting of the table that offers a small piece of real estate for each person. This is your plate, because your place here matters. You matter. Anyone was welcomed at that table, just as long as they were as acceptable of the others who had come before them and those who will come after them. It was a sense of belonging. 

Then, with a flip of a switch, that was all suddenly taken away. The dining room turned cold and grey for sometime. Dust settled thick, four chairs remained untouched, but coats were dumped on the table during Christmas. Wet bathing suits hung over the edges to dry.  It’s only been recently that the dining room table has been cleaned and polished. At some point, Helin had finally grown tired of the mess scattered and growing. It was beginning to feel suffocating. It took almost three and a half days, but Helin managed to clean it out. And now relief waits for the dining table. It’s still hard, sitting at the table without Can. His empty seat is a loud, hurting gushing wound for all three women.  

The hug feels awkward at first. Rigid. They couldn’t have forgotten to hug, have they? Just when Helin begins to feel the beating of heart quicken with the anxiety of this being too much, too soon, Yasmin is balancing into the hug and she relishes in the feeling of having her sister close again. 

‘ ah, look at my loves, ’ Rosie coos as she comes down the stairs, gazing with adoration at her girls. Looking over Yasmin’s shoulder, Helin opens her eyes to meet her mother’s. Although, yes, this is an incredibly touching for a mother to witness, Helin would have prefered it to be private, seeing as now Rosie will more then likely begin to make a big deal in three … two … one: ‘ Neden ikiniz daha fazla kucaklamıyorsunuz? Sevgili annen hiç gençleşmiyor ve ben gitmeden önce bazı mutlu anılar istiyorum. ’ ── Why don’t you two embrace more, huh? Your dear mother isn’t getting any younger, and I would like some happy memories before I’m gone. 

Letting go of Yasmin, Helin gives her little sister a bit of an eye-roll while their mother breezes past them to go back to whatever it was she was doing in the kitchen.

With the touch of mother’s magical hands back in the kitchen, Helin felt more ease to take her seat back at the dining table that is more than a table made of wood, and begins to clean up her papers scattered everywhere. A small sense of guilt makes itself known. She shouldn’t have been working here in the first place. ❛ How’s work, Yas? You must be busy with the robberies happening around town. ❜

       Everything feels so familiar — the three of them, being under the same roof.. enjoying the anticipation of only the tastiest meal in the world, thanks to their mom’s cooking skills and talents. Well, talents.. but she can’t help but smile at the amount of times their mom had started, or almost started, a fire. Rosie was almost scatterbrained that way, so consumed in her own thoughts and daydreams, she could quite easily forget the pan or the oven. All natural talent, half the time she forgot her own recipes, given that she was so very much about throwing in ingredients as she saw fit. That was the way she’d always functioned.

       “—Oh, come off it, ma,” Yasmin couldn’t help but chuckle as she pulled back from her sister. Rosie couldn’t help but embrace the idea of her daughters showing each other love, especially given the years of tension. But she’d always been that way too — it made her happy to see so much love between her family members. And the one thing she loathed more than anything else was family arguments and tension. All of which she was sure she and Helin had brought to the table the last few years, no matter the distance. But given their most recent exchange, being that of an actual unexpected hug.. perhaps that was changing. “I think what you need is an embrace,” and before she could utter another word, she was roping her mother into a hug, squeezing her tight and placing a kiss to the side of her head. 

       In a bid to assist Helin, she starts to put out the cutlery and glasses, all of which felt too familiar. “You know, it’s crazy right now.. thankfully I’m just helping gather stories, but you know Mystic.. there’s always a lot of stories. Even if they’re mostly fabricated and one hundred percent exaggerated. Nothing new to report with the robberies, though.. the police department are keeping very tight lipped about it all. Which only tells me there’s far more to it than they’re letting on.” Yasmin was nothing if not persistent, even if it didn’t come across in the most obvious of ways. She, like Rosie, was very much a daydreamer.. but not when it came to her passions. “How about you?” Setting the last cup down, she begins to walk over to the other side of the table, picking up a stack of paper. “I’m assuming becoming an owner of a business means a lot of paperwork?” 

#( — chatting with ☽ ) #helin solak #i maintained that she helps at the gazette with finding stories etc

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Changes.

I haven’t changed much about Yas except for the fact that she followed her boyfriend to New York and they both studied acting. Yasmin fell into it with natural talent before realising her worth and working her butt off. She had an on again off again relationship with him, more off then on tbh. It finally ended when he cheated on her with a co star. Yas performed the Broadway version of Romeo and Juliet with him, her greatest accomplishment to date. But after that she was done, chose to come back home and is now helping her mom run the farm, whilst also working to bring theatre to Mystic. She does still work for the Gazette, but only in assisting with stories and creative direction. 

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EDA YILDIZ  in Sen Cal Kapimi

#( — she liked to disappear even in the same room as other people.☽ mirror. )

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#( — she liked to disappear even in the same room as other people.☽ mirror. )

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#( — she liked to disappear even in the same room as other people.☽ mirror. )

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BENJAMIN. 

“Ok, good. I saw you in here and wanted to make sure.” Ben told her with a small, returned grin, despite the fact that it seemed Yasmin’s expression looked just as run down as his had been in the past few days. “Yeah.” He assured her softly. “I’m fine. Well, aside from the fact that I was just about to find the Chief in here for some real answers.” Ben glowered, glancing around them again, evidently agitated by what he saw only as incompetence by the law enforcement. “They’re jokes, Yas. All of them. Come with me, if that’s what you wanted to do too, you won’t have to waste your time waiting either.” 

       “Thanks,” she nudges his elbow with her own, offering him an appreciative smile before glancing around in frustration again. A small town really couldn’t handle larger scale events.. she wondered, then, how it had all went down those year sago when the fire took place.. “Some real answers to what questions, exactly? Just out of curiousity,” she smirks, arching a brow amusingly at his offer. “Ah, so if I jump on the Holder bandwagon, I’ll be on the fast track and skip all the lines?” 

#( — chatting with ☽ ) #benjamin holder #fire mention tw

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#( — she liked to disappear even in the same room as other people.☽ mirror. )

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#( — she liked to disappear even in the same room as other people.☽ mirror. )

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EMIR.

“I would assume that they wouldn’t need anything from Earth, if I’m honest.” Emir admitted lightly. He wasn’t one of those people that read too much into what happened in the world. In his work field, he constantly tried to make himself feel better by thinking that everyone around him had his morals, or lack of. That way, he could sleep better at night. “People have hope though. They hope that all of this is not natural human behavior, they hope that everyone is good, so they start to come up with ways to explain something that needs no explanation.” He offered her a small shrug, looking back down at his phone as well. He was one of those people that constantly texted or called, too many business to take care of, too many plans. “Are you here to talk to the sheriff as well? Because he is taking awfully long. I think it’ll be easier for me to just go ahead and talk to the other business owners instead at this rate.”

        Yasmin considered that for a moment. “Touche,” she nods — after all, what on earth could possibly be of value to an extraterrestrial being? Pulling herself back into reality once realising she’d distracted herself, the brunette sighs and leans back in her seat. It really had been far too long, sitting in the waiting area. Yasmin was patient, but she wasn’t sure she was patient enough to withstand hanging around any longer. “That’s a positive spin,” she replies, taking his words under consideration. “I guess that gives me a little more hope for the human population.” Shoving her phone back in her purse, she was just about ready to give up when the guy shared the exact same sentiments. “Tell me about it! I’ve been waiting to speak to them for at least an hour and a half now. I know there’s an influx of people but it really feels like it’s only getting worse. You’d think speaking to the Gazette would be on their list of importance for someone in the police department.” Rolling her eyes, she’d been happy to wait but right now she was growing increasingly frustrated. “Oh, without a doubt. —If you don’t mind me asking, what is it you’re wanting to get out to other business owners? Maybe I could help.”

#( — chatting with ☽ ) #emir turel

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@hollyhawthornc but also @helinsolak

#( — holly ☽ featuring. ) #( — helin; the sun to my moon ☽ featuring. )

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full moon, nightlight, reminder

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

Already answered. 

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

Already answered. 

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

Already answered. 

#( — answered ☽ ) #crying sorry bby but tysm ily