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s U R P R I S E B I T C H E S
i'll be coming back within a week with a new Jefferson blog! huzzah!
"Oh good, if it isn't the asshole brigade and their unruly leader."
"-------What do you want."
I have
decided that
Kristen Stewart
is my new
FC for 'the Hattress"
It is law
Plot; Shatter Me
Tucked away in an overlooked corner of the world lies a seemingly ‘abandoned’ factory. Within rests machinery galore, pipes stiff huffing steam and smoke, needles spinning behind broken glass faces. Keep walking and buried further inside sits a large room, dark- its only light dimly focused on the larger than life-sized snow globe/music box.
Muse A stumbles upon this factory by chance one day, curiosity getting the better of them until they come across the giant globe. Beyond its thick glass stands Muse B- stiffly frozen in time and place. Further exploration of the factory will lead Muse A to a part of the machinery which temporarily activates the globe—— like a wind up.
For days on end Muse A will ‘wind-up’ the Globe and speak with Muse B, forming a kind friendship (or more) between the pair until one day the idea of breaking out of the glass is brought up. Each attempt, by either Muse, to shatter the glass in turn leaves behind a painful mark upon Muse B- as if shattering the globe shatters them as well.
What will come of the pair? Will they stay separated by several inches of glass, be it by Muse A’s fear of the other getting seriously injured or by Muse B’s fear of oblivion or even change? Or will the glass shatter and something incredible (or, pardon the pun but, world shattering) happens?
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Jefferson & Regina: ”What makes you think I won’t kill you after everything you’ve done?”
”Oh, you know..
Just the fact that you’re saying hell is empty and you’re a demon.”
“What’s wrong?”
"Hmm, I don't know."
"Why don't you use your great skills, sheriff, and tell me yourself."
“ Rough day we’re having?”
"Me? Noooooooo."
"------What on Earth would give you that idea?"
" I thought the definition of a devil was quite different from an anxious man wearing a hat."
"------Oh, that's right. Pardon me, I made a mistake."
"I'm more than certain now the definition pertains more directly to that of a old man stuck in the form of that of a child. Prerequisites include but are not limited to; idiocy, failure to win at, well, anything, and an unhealthy love for the color green and all things little boy."
"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."
"------- And I'm one of them."
“You’re right.
You’re not drunk.
You’re trashed.”
"Uh, offended."
"I'm not trashy, I'm handsome, barbie, absolutely handsome."
"Right, you’re not drunk and I’m 6 feet tall."
"I’m not carrying you home."
"----------are you sure?"
l e f t.
[ and here she paused. concern flickering on her features ] ” — I kinda know a lot about monsters. And they need it more than anyone. “
"Then obviously you don't know enough."
[ his heart pounded in his ears, the utter darkness within
(not evil)
consuming his thoughts with each
passing moment. why couldn't the woman before
him see that there was no point in offering her help
out to man such as him----
a man who's fight for happiness has
been clouded with pain throughout the years. ]
❝ So, what exactly are you wanting me to do to solve that problem? ❞
"------- I just want you to leave."
He was tired of her mistakes destroying the one thing he never seems to have for longer than a moment; h a p p i n e s s