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/ !!

*/   SPAM  HERE  AND  FINN

/     also debating if i should make an st oc with da new szn approaching .. 

──    დ  @ghostinphones ,
            
            you  can.    {  there  is  no  force  behind  carrie's  affirmation  despite  the  raw  belief  backing  the  statement  up,   her  faith  an  unwavering  feat  as  she  readjusts  her  hold  on  the  water  bottle.  }   i  have  seen  it  done  before.   you  are  more  than  strong  enough  to  keep  trying,   jamie.     ( .. )     i  believe  in  you.

            “i— i don’t know if i can,” he stammers, voice cracking on the words. “every time i try, it just— it goes right through. like i’m not even here.” his fingers twitch toward the space between them, then pull back fast, as if even trying might make him disappear. “what if i mess it up?” he whispers. “what if i scare you?” he takes a shaky, unnecessary breath, eyes flicking to the floor. “i want to… i really do. i just— i don’t remember how to be anymore.” — @prophesied- 

──    დ  @ghostinphones ,
            
            no.   {  carrie's  answer  is  immediate  against  the  face  of  jamie's  worries,   her  smile  a  soft  thing  of  purehearted  reassurance  as  she  motions  for  her  desk  chair,   left  out  precisely  for  moments  like  these.  }    i  do  not  scare  easily.   if  i  did,   i  would  be  an  awful  psychic.    ( .. )    besides,    it  would  be  rude  to  deny  a  friend  a  place  to  rest.  

he blinks at her offer like he isn’t sure he heard it right. his shoulders, faint and fading around the edges, seem to draw in a little — not from fear this time, but from something quieter.
            “you don’t mind?” he asks, barely above a whisper. “most people don’t like when i’m around. i make the lights flicker… i don’t mean to.” — @prophesied- 

──    დ  @ghostinphones ,
            
            {  there  is  nothing  but  silence  as  carrie  steps  further  into  the  tomblike  room,   doe  eyes  softened  to  a  sorrowful  warmth  that  still  doesn't  waver  in  the  face  of  his  pain.  carrie  has  known  ghosts  for  as  long  as  she's  been  alive,   done  her  best  to  provide  a  place  of  safety  in  the  fear  and  pain  plaguing  their  circumstances  to  begin  with.   she's  tried  and  tried  for  fourteen  years,   but  in  the  recent  ripples  of  pain  after  one  man  chose  the  act  of  ruining  everything  good,   these  attempts  feel  as  though  they're  falling  flatter  and  flatter.   still,  facts  do  not  deter  from  hope.  }    i  am  sorry  no  one  came.    {  she  says,   voice  soft  as  though  soothing  a  wild  bear.  }    but  that  falls  upon  them.   if  i  could  have  saved  you,   i  would  have.    ( .. )    i  know  it  makes  no  difference  now,   but  no  one  is  going  to  hurt  you  anymore.   i  promise.    {  as  though  that  holds  any  weight.    carrie  shifts  again,  hands  balled  at  her  side,   squeezing  once  for  some  sense  of  comfort  before  she  continues.  }   do  you  remember  your  name ??    or..  or  anything  about  who  you  were ?? 

she tells him he’s safe. and for a moment, something flickers across his face — something like confusion, something like hope that doesn’t quite remember how to breathe. he blinks slowly, his voice cracked and thin when it finally reaches her. “safe?” he repeats, almost like he’s testing the word. “i don’t… i don’t think i remember what that feels like.” his hands twist together, the edges of him shivering faintly, like smoke in a room with no wind. “i used to think if i ran fast enough, i could get away,” he murmurs. “just one more block. one more streetlight. but he was faster.” his eyes drop — not to where he sits now, but to the floor he remembers. the one with stains that wouldn’t wash away. “it was so dark down there,” he whispers. “the kind of dark that eats your name if you say it out loud.” he pauses. “i waited for someone to come. thought maybe my dad would notice i was gone… but he never did.” silence stretches again, this time thin and heavy. then, barely audible: “i think i died waiting for him to care.” he looks at her, eyes soft and ancient.“don’t tell me i’m safe, carrie,” he says quietly. “some of us don’t get to be.” — @prophesied- 

*/   YOU  BETTER  DROP  BABE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

*/   OH  WE  CHILLIN

get    your   ass  in  your  room  and  stay  there.  i'm   not   repeating   myself!     /fuck/,    can't   you   just   listen   to  me  for  one   second?   i'm   just    looking    out   for   you!