g golden laura a
g golden laura a
its yer pals ken & laura!
Gene Tierney in Laura (1944) dir. Otto Preminger
by Gustavo Terzaghi
“You know that’s against the law,” The cop utters, clearly overjoyed to have caught a warlock. Maybe he hasn’t met his warlocks-detained-or-neutralized quota for the month. But he’s got Lux pinned to the wall by his shoulder, and there’s no getting out of this. “Of course you know. Warlocks-”
The cop and warlock both turn their heads to see Laura coming over, concern instantly twisting into something darker. Anger. It’s just Lux’s anxiety that tells him it’s his fault, that makes his stomach twist.
“Do you know this warlock?” The cop asks, attention on her now. “Ma’am, I’m taking him in, you’re going to have to-”
“Yes I know this warlock,” She interrupts, scoffs. “This is my warlock son. Was he using magic?” She’s telling the truth, but her tone is sharp with disgust, and it makes Lux panic. Is, is she angry with him? Did he do something so terrible that she ran out of patience with him? Is this what makes her turn on him after too many years spent waiting for him to grow up and get over himself?
“He might’ve been. I had two witnesses chase me down to come handle the situation, said they saw an unnatural light coming from his hands.”
As he explains the situation, Laura glowers at her son. Lux is mortified. “Well,” She says, face flushed with emotion. And she grabs Lux’s wrist, yanks him out from between the cop and the wall, and he can only let it happen as she forces him to face her fully. The cop looks like he wants to argue, but she’s too quick, too loud to speak over.
“You worthless sack of shit.” She squeezes his wrist so he doesn’t think of pulling away. He wouldn’t dare - forget the cop, he wouldn’t dare piss her off worse. It’s his dad, his dad in her words, her hatred. God, he feels small, and he deserves to, he’s, he’s… “How many times do I have to say it, for you to get it through your thick skull? You’re lucky your father and I kept you as long as we did. We were happy before you, you know that? Huh?” She slaps him, and the sting of it takes a few seconds to register. He can only shake his head; she raises her hand again, and he flinches. “Huh?!”
“N-nnh, n-, no I, I didn’t, I-”
He’s slapped again, and his voice cracks into silence.
“Hehe I hope you all have a fantastic day, see you Monday!” Laura called out as she watched her students file out of the classroom for the day. One by one they left the math class and went on their merry way to the weekend. She let out a heavy groan as she leaned herself down onto the table, mumbling softly to herself, “I need a drink… hm?”
She perked herself up and saw one of her students still sitting in the back, looking overly frustrated and shuffling a bit. Confused she slowly pushed herself up, her tits bouncing about in her shit as she walked over towards her. She places her hand on the desk and looked back down, “Hey, are you doing ok?”
In questi giorni tristi mi consolo con il cibo quindi forse ho un problema
by SocraM Photo&Phobia
when you haven’t seen your gf for more than 24 hours