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@abigalemarshall
sbstngnzlz:
sebastian perks his brows high up on his forehead, intrigued to say the least. “you’re gonna show me, right? and then you’re gonna give me the bag so i can show you up – right?”
“You couldn’t show me up if you had to, I bet. But I guess I will show you, but you have to clap after. It would be really rude not to clap after.”
mdebystn:
SLIPPING INTO AN EMPTY CHAIR AT THEIR TABLE THE MOMENT HE SAW AN OPENING… and nick tried to act natural, wary of… the SICK piece of shit that did it onlookers. “ look… i’m sorry to interrupt, but i saw someone put SOMETHIN’ in your drink at the bar. you didn’t drink from it already, did you ? ”
Her head was already foggy from the glasses that kept coming all evening. Was this number five or six? She had lost count. Stella was never a believer of the idea of moderation. She brings the glass to her lips to take a sip when she notices him sitting next to her. The glass returns to the table after he’s done speaking, her cheeks flush hot. “Are you kidding? Like... is that a joke?”
sbstngnzlz:
// open starter !!
“are you fucking kidding me?” seb’s eyebrows shoot up, his tongue clicking against his cheek. “that’s so dope.”
“No, I’m being for serious!” She squeaks, tossing her hands into the air. “I can fit seven whole marshmallows in my mouth!”
The Office sentence meme
❝ I’m going to make this way harder than it needs to be. ❞
❝ Who says exactly what they’re thinking? What kind of game is that? ❞
❝ Speaking of funerals… why don’t you go ahead and die? ❞
❝ You took a life here today. You did. The life of the party. ❞
❝ Please don’t throw garbage at me. ❞
❝ Well, well, well… how the turn tables. ❞
❝ Just Do It. You were the “it” that I was just doing. ❞
❝ Decent people everywhere will get offended. ❞
❝ I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good. ❞
❝ Who am I? I’m [name], the business bitch. ❞
❝ Oh, speaking of time machines… I just got back from the future and I went to your funeral, and guess what? Nobody came. ❞
❝ I never smile if I can help it. ❞
❝ This is a dream I’ve been having since lunch, and I am not giving up on it now. ❞
❝ If you pray enough, you can change yourself into a cat person. ❞
❝ Occasionally, I will hit someone with my car. So sue me. ❞
❝ I really enjoy being judged. ❞
❝ Friends joke with one another. ‘Hey, you’re poor.’ ‘Hey, your momma’s dead.’ That’s what friends do. ❞
❝ I don’t talk trash, I talk smack. They’re totally different. ❞
❝ They’re trying to make me an escape goat. ❞
❝ If I don’t have some cake soon I might die. ❞
❝ Your mom, you gay nerd! ❞
❝ I don’t want to blame anyone in particular… I think everyone’s to blame. ❞
❝ Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it’s not like this compulsive need to be liked. Like my need to be praised. ❞
❝ Is this a video conference you’re having with… “Drake” featuring “Swizz Beatz”? ❞
❝ Should have burned this place down when I had the chance. ❞
❝ Nobody does anything for me anymore unless I threaten to kill myself. ❞
❝ So everyone here knows pirate code? ❞
❝ Your internet searches were so filthy we had to throw out your computer. ❞
❝ I have the worst attitude of anyone here. ❞
❝ And I knew exactly what to do, but in a much more real sense I had no idea what to do. ❞
❝ What is so stupid about wanting to name a baby Usher? ❞
❝ I have a lot of questions. Number one: how dare you?! ❞
❝ You’re always saying there’s something wrong with society, but maybe it’s something wrong with you. ❞
❝ I talk a lot, so I’ve learned to just tune myself out. ❞
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what do you think of abigale?
⁙ real eyes realize real lies || @abigalemarshall
How do I even begin to explain Abigale Marshall? Abigale Marshall is disgusting. She has 2 horrible alters, and a stupid car. I heard the insurance company valued her entire body to twenty-five cents. I heard she threw up in a Barnes & Noble… in Georgia. Her favorite movie is Grown Ups 2. One time she met John Stamos on a plane, and he told her she was grotesque.
She’s the single worst person I have ever met in my life and I’m worse off for having known her.
marshcll:
if only abi had known. and if only isla would actually pay attention to something that didn’t involve her. these two were both byproducts of that worst the marshall family had to offer. however, it turned them into complete opposites at war with each other. “ maybe not…but i think i’m tough ‘cause i can easily beat the shit out of you and kill you. “
Both girls were damaged products of horrendous environments. If only they had known what each other went through at the hands of their families, maybe things between them would be very different. But then again, maybe nothing would change at all. Knowing the reason behind someone’s behavior doesn’t justify the way the behavior impacts you. “And if you did, what would it change? Nothing.”
aiidenmiiller:
“No.” Besides the plastic card in his wallet that bore his name, yet pulled from his parents account, there was nothing else in his life that would have suggested he had parents. That was how it was when he was younger, and they were nothing if not consistent in their isolation. Aiden’s one-word reply was aimed at all of her inquisitions. Somewhere, someone thought he deserved a second chance by compelling her body to arrive there, of all places, and he wasn’t about to give up everything again.
To deserve her love would have been for him to stay all those years ago, or, in the least, fight tooth and nail to reunite with her despite the consequences. In another life, he would have driven to the Home and busted her out in the dead of night. They would have driven forever, wherever she wanted, he would have taken her. He imagined roadside attractions, beaches, mountains, every beautiful place where they could have spent the past 4 years. He would have made her so happy she would never want to hide inside of herself ever again. That was how she would have seen the desert sunrise for the first time, not like this version of their story she found herself in. Hindsight was a fickle bitch.
Aiden knew he was a gutless waste on her life, and he was a greedy one at that.
It was pure, unbridled comfort as she came to him. The moment she was within arm’s reach, Aiden pulled her into his lap and held onto her like he needed proof this wasn’t a delusion. His Abigale, back again, was like a shot of adrenaline to his body. His eyes continued to water as he buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply to catch the scent of her. Still sweet, though she didn’t quite smell the same as he’d remembered, but whether that was due to time, or the fact that Stella had been in control, he did not know. Regardless, he breathed her in. Aiden feared that if he squeezed her hard enough that he would crush her. Part of him wanted to do it, too.
Tear ducts ceased their welling when he sighed into her neck. The rough hands that splayed across the small of her back, moved to her sides so he could push her away just enough to meet her eyes. His own, like olive pits, shifted to the disgusting room they occupied before returning their attention to her. “You can’t stay here.” Besides the rumors he’d heard of the Blue Diamond and the family that ran the place, it was just a shit hole. “Come stay with me,” he proposed, though it was hardly a question; already assuming a position of power that he knew he didn’t deserve. “You can have your own room. I’ll give you whatever space you need.” Lord knows there’s enough of it. Far too much for one person.
She wants to believe him, but she had thought his parents were out of the picture before. Nothing was stopping them from returning again, only to rip the rug out from underneath her once more. For him, it’s a risk she is willing to take. It is an easy choice -- to have him, if only for a little while, instead of resigning herself to a life of what-if. For whatever reason that Abigale had never been able to understand, the two of them just fit together. There was still a red string that was connected from some part of her to some part of him. She figured that even if they were bound to keep following this cycle, and even if their time together was destined to be short, she would savor every moment she got to spend with him. If she had learned anything in their separation, it was to avoid taking anything for granted.
Her soft hands cradle his head as he pulled her into his lap, lazily dragging her fingers through his hair. Still, there were so many things she had to tell him, but part of her wanted to keep them to herself, at least for now. It had been foolish of her to think that any of this had been easy on him. It would be cruel to dive into the parts of her life that he had missed out on. There were so many things she had experienced in the last 4 years that she had so desperately wanted -- needed -- to share with him, and the shock of being forced to do it alone had turned her into a prisoner in her own body. Would there be enough time for them to relearn each other? To show each other all of the things they had learned while they were apart?
His body against hers felt like falling into bed after a long day. Stable and hopeful, a welcome contrast to the frailty of the past few years. It felt different from the body she remembered, which she imagined was from years living independent from the institution. He was as beautiful as ever; it was clear that time had been kind to him. She hoped he thought the same about her. Her head came to rest on his shoulder. She could have stayed there forever with nothing but the low, almost broken hum of the air conditioner in the background. For the first time in a long time, she could catch her breath.
Abigale watches, wide eyed, as he glances over the room, nearly bursting at the seams with what few boxes she had brought with her. This place wasn’t so bad in comparison to what few places she could recall staying in during her travels. It was far from being a home. “Stay with you? Really- are you sure?” She would do it in a heartbeat, but she doesn’t want to seem desperate. Deep down there is a voice inside her head begging to know if all of this is some cruel, elaborate joke; if he is just gearing up to leave, again. She holds him a little bit tighter, hoping that maybe that will keep him in place. “But what if your father finds out? You don’t have to do all of that. I don’t want to bother you.”
enforxed:
he wished it wouldn’t be too weird for him to offer an apartment for her to stay in, some little studio apartment where all the hipsters stayed. motel rooms are cheap and trashy, he only went when he had money to spend for a night with saguaro’s finest pussy available.. not to mention the criminals that the motel attracted. he scoffs lightly at her jab at him, “as best as i can.” which wasn’t saying much. “summers rollin’ around the corner, got any fun plans? these guys giving you any vacation time?”
As silly as it felt, she really enjoyed any time she got to spend with him. There was something about him that always seemed sad, and it drove her insane. She wanted to make him smile, to take care of him. Clean up the messes of whatever seemed to always be on his mind. “Vacation time? Nope, not me,” not that she minded. She enjoyed having the opportunity to work, even if she had to wear roller skates while she did it. “I don’t mind it, though. I like workin’. What about you? I hear Sedona’s nice this time of year.”
aiidenmiiller:
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” Aiden rubbed at the stubble on his jaw and sighed. Something was better than nothing: a phrase that seemed to summarize their entire relationship. “She’d mentioned a few years,” he mumbled to himself. Long fingers played with the curtains in front of him as he wished for a cigarette at that moment. Aiden sat in a chair by the window.
Aiden wanted to vomit the moment he realized just how long she’d been hiding away. Half of the reason he’d kept himself at such a distance was to give her some space to breathe, flourish. Surely their dependency on each other back then wouldn’t have helped either in the long run—his mother’s advice echoed in the back of his head. In the hopes of giving her freedom, he now knew that he very well may have clipped her wings entirely. He lived in a home full of the unstable, himself included. Perhaps it was foolish to believe she would be stable without him? He certainly wasn’t, without her.
“I tried to explain to Stella and she just about ripped my head off.” An exaggeration, of course, but where better to hide than behind a hyperbole? It was his way of saying he would rather not do it all over again, but also that he was afraid of what would happen if he did. He rubbed his palms together in his lap. “I was, uh, forcibly removed from the home that night.” On the table beside him sat some pamphlets for various locations throughout town. His eyes scanned them for a moment—Julie’s, Ziggy & Iggy’s, Kon’s, Happy Holly’s, he knew them well—his fingers nervously played with the edges of the worn paper.
“John was being investigated for fraud. They had to see where his expenses were going, and I happened to be one of them.” Aiden’s heart was racing. He took a deep breath. “You know, the whole reason I was there to begin with was because it was the alternative to, y'know, prison—which was never really supposed to happen, either. That was a John move, too. They pulled me out of there, bought the files and, really, any trace of me that was there. I wasn’t supposed to exist.” Funny, he thought. Ever since that night he felt like he’d ceased to exist. “Contacting anyone from the Home would have been it for him, really. It for me, too. While paper trails were chased, I was shoved in this corner of the world and, basically, told to hide.”
Aiden exhaled, heavily. This was the first time he’d ever told someone the whole reason why he was in Saguaro, despite many first meetings and ‘what brings you here’-type conversations. It felt like a weight was off of his chest, but not necessarily in a good way. Aiden had grown so used to the pressure of being hidden, that he hardly realized that in all this time his freedom was really a cage he walked right into. When they were together, Aiden never really understood what Abigale had to go through with her alters, but this was the closest he’d ever come to knowing what being trapped inside of yourself could truly feel like. His palms rubbed at the old wooden armrests of the chair in an attempt to self-soothe. Aiden looked up from the musty carpet to look at Abigale and, no longer being able to keep calm, broke his composure for the first time while in someone else’s company.
“You have no idea—” He can’t get the words out due to the tightness of his throat. His eyes sting, so he closed them to keep any tears from falling, but he’s so, so mad at himself. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. Four years of absolute hell. Four years since leaving his Home, and his family. He thought of Lily, Christian, Madison… hell, even Alex, too. Aiden struggled to take in a deep breath, and let it out, long and slow. It took a moment but he opened his eyes to look at Abi, because he knew he had to when he told her, “You have no idea how much I missed you.”
It should come as no surprise that she was too afraid to grow without him. She had spent so many years building a life for herself, a life that she was proud of, but he had been such an integral part of her healing. When he was taken away from her, she never quite figured out how to be by herself. It was easier for her to sink away and not have to worry about existing. After all of the things Stella had done since they had been out, the appeal of staying hidden away only grew. Abigale could count on one hand the things she liked about herself, these days. As lonely as she often was, she simply didn’t have the energy to try and fix any of it.
Unlike Stella, Abigale had always hoped that he was somewhere better. A cabin deep in the woods, maybe, where he could be happy. She had spent many long nights in the infirmary, praying and wishing that he was off following his dreams. If she could think of anyone in the whole world who deserved to be happy, it was him. He was the only person she had ever known who she could just be with, without having to worry about what he would think of her if the alters came out. Without having to be afraid that he would get tired of her. He made her feel safe. He was the only person she could ever see a future with. Even after everything, she had always hoped that he was as happy as he had once made her.
“I’m sorry for her,” she diverts her eyes to study the dusty old carpet, “I’m sorry for everything.” Abigale was no stranger to the way Stella could behave. She had often been the target of her anger, herself. Was that why he left? Had she finally pushed him away with all of her mood swings and faults? She used to think that she was exciting. Maybe she was only ever crazy. Here and now, she felt humiliated. Like she was a little girl again, trying to explain her behavior to her parents and teachers, begging for at least a semblance of understanding.
His words took her by surprise. Truthfully, she had not expected much of an explanation at all, anymore -- but this was the last explanation she would have thought he would come up with. It is so hard to see him so upset. She just wants to take him in her arms and hold him close, talk about anything and everything until they had nothing left to say to each other. She had never known his family, but she knew how he felt about them. Although her mind and heart are racing, she can’t think of the right thing to say. “I believe you,” she wants to understand, she wants to forgive him, “Do you still talk to him? Or any of your family? I can... leave, if you want. If me being here will make it harder for you, I’ll go. I just want what’s best for you.” She cracks a small smile, “I’m not exactly attached to this shitty motel room, anyway.”
Watching him grow upset made her hold her breath. Almost out of habit, she rises to close the distance between them. She wraps her arms around him, expecting nothing in return. “I missed you so much.”
aiidenmiiller:
Aiden’s heart sinks when she asks her second question, and he wishes he had a way to answer the first one instead. The hand on his cheek feels like a dream. She looks like one, too. Slowly, Aiden moved the hand on her head to brush the blonde hair from her face, and tuck it behind her ear. It was remarkable how the desert sun still shone through the faded curtains, as he would have sworn they’d been in that hotel room for hours by that point. All he wanted to do was sit with Abigale and look at her for the rest of the night, for days, even. What could he have possibly said to her that wouldn’t make her more upset than she already was?
His hands found their way to his pockets and he backed away from her touch. There was some truth in what he’d said to Stella. As much as his heart belonged to, her—this saint of a woman—he wasn’t sure if being with him was in her best interest. Aiden wondered what his father would think of the situation. It’d been 5 years thus far, so surely the threat of investigation had waned. There he was thinking about the money again.
“I don’t have an answer for that. Not a good one, at least.” Aiden shrugged away from her touch and moved toward the window. He peeked outside the curtains, both to check on his car, and as a way to avoid the eye contact. “Has Stella really been out for as long as she said?” A change in conversation would hopefully buy him some more time to think of something to say or a plan of action; though the only thing on his mind was the wondering if she had ever seen a desert sunset.
It was impossible to tell if she felt more hurt or embarrassed. As he pulls away from her, a feeling she should be used to by now, she crosses her arms and sits back down on the bed. While he had flourished without her, she had backpedaled into someone he wouldn’t even know anymore. It was a defense mechanism. She reaches for a pillow and holds it over her lap, a barrier between the two of them. She wants him to see as little of her as possible. If he would only explain himself, she would listen, try to understand what she had done to make him leave. Now, more than ever, she wanted Stella to return. She wanted to be anywhere but here.
“Any answer is better than nothing,” she says, although unsure if she means it or not. What she really meant was please tell me it wasn’t my fault. In the past 4 years, Abigale had slowly but surely faded out of the spotlight and allowed her alters to take over. She had left the home with trust issues and paranoia, and it felt much safer to allow someone else to be in control. On the rare occasion Abigale chose to make an appearance, she was quickly reminded why she stopped coming out to begin with. She didn’t like who she was, anymore -- a shell of the person she had once worked so hard to become. “I’m sorry,” she wasn’t sure what for, but she felt like she owed him an apology.
“I don’t know what she told you,” she wasn’t quite sure when or where she was. There was no real way for her to know how long it had been since she came out last. With every word, she’s afraid that he will dart out the door and down the stairs, lost to her forever again. She realizes that she has to be careful of what she says. She needs to explain herself, to tell him everything. She needs to tell him about everything she’s lost since he’s been gone. Part of her wants to be angry at him, but she just doesn’t have the energy. “I think the last time I remember being out for very long was maybe Christmas? I think it was 2014, or so. I don’t know how long ago that is, now. Maybe a couple of months.”
aiidenmiiller:
The way his face moves to meet her hand is muscle memory from a time he’d almost forgotten. Her touch feels like the first breath of fresh air he’d had in years, and just as quickly as it came, it disappeared when she drew back. Unbelievably, Stella had actually done what he wanted her to do, though Aiden imagined he would pay for the terrible things he said to her at a later date. For now, though, it was just him and her, the room (which seemed infinitely bigger than before), and the immense guilt that took root within him.
He stood to meet her, again. Although his appearance most certainly did not match the Aiden in her head, the one she knew better than anyone else, he felt like that twenty-something year old he was when he first looked into those bright blue eyes. He wanted Stella to come back now, if only to yell at him, as he felt every ounce of hatred for himself that she seemed to feel, too. Why the hell did he ever allow anyone to separate him from Abigale? What happened to that fire that used to live inside of him when it came to Abigale—that same fire that would have ripped the entire earth in half just to get back to her? When did he falter. If he had a time machine, the only thing Aiden would do now would be to go back in time and beat the shit out of the kid that exchanged being with her for pseudo-luxury.
Aiden cleared his throat. “You’re in Saguaro. Arizona.” A smile cracked his tired expression as her eyes searched his person. He felt silly all of a sudden, standing there in his work clothes. She must have been so surprised. Or disappointed. “Somehow, Stella managed to find where I was. I don’t know if that was an accident or not, though.” Aiden placed his hand over the one on her head. It was an impulse that he realized only after he thought of how soft her skin was, but rather than withdraw, he stayed. It was the first bit of genuine human contact he’d had since God knew when. “Are you alright?”
The nicotine yellowed walls felt like they were shattering around them. If she closed her eyes, she would have been certain that everything was spinning. In all of her wildest dreams, Abigale had never really expected to see him again. Sure, she had hoped to, but with the passage of time that hope dwindled until she had almost forgotten about it. It was better that way, she thought. Holding out for him had only ever made things harder, but trying to forget about him wasn’t any easier. How could she? He had played such a role in the person she was today, even if she wasn’t so proud of it.
In all their time together, this was the most she had ever wanted to just wrap her arms around him, squeeze him just a little bit too tight. Maybe if she held onto him tightly enough, he wouldn’t run away again. Part of her wanted to flinch away from his touch, but most of her wanted to drown in it. His smile looked out of place on his tired face, somehow; a smile that she had always loved. Abigale made a conscious effort to remember where she was, to not get swept up into him.
“Arizona?” Is this where he had been all this time? She brings her free hand to his cheek. Many long nights had been spent in the institution long after he left, wishing that she could do just this for one last time. She isn’t sure if she is alright. She isn’t sure of much of anything, anymore. It’s been so long since she was in her own skin, and she almost wishes that she wasn’t, still. All at once, it feels like she has so many things she wants to tell him, but nothing to say to him.
“Why did you have to go?”
marshcll:
isla’s looking down at her, feeling POWERFUL.like this restores her in some way. maybe it was her single vendetta in this world to destroy every shred of the marshalls she could grasp. the sharp pain into her knee causes isla to wobble a bit and fall forward slightly. isla glares at her and says, “ you think you’re a tough girl, huh? “
If it were almost any other situation, all of this would probably be funny. To look at how differently their family had shaped each of them. Isla and her perfect childhood with her perfect doctor father, allowed to do whatever she wants turns out this way, whereas Abi would compare her childhood to imprisonment and ended up a completely different person. The only thing they had in common was their last name. “You’re not tough just because you’re a bitch, Isla.”
7. celebrity crush?
Tom Hardy and Harrison Ford.
4. do they have a favorite movie?
American Beauty, Up, and Ghostbusters.
random questions for character building (and fun)
go to karaoke song?
a song that describes them?
are they good at sports?
do they have a favorite movie?
three things in their fridge?
most three recently watched on netflix?
celebrity crush?
are they close to their family?
best thing in their life?
greatest regret?
biggest lie?
biggest flaw?
best accomplishment?
greatest fear(s)?
what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)
what would their hogwarts house be?
did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?
when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?
have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?
have they ever been married? are they married?
do they have children? have they before?
do they want children?
opinion on pets? cats or dogs?
opinion on horror films?
do they have allergies?
do they have a certain aesthetic or style?
do they have tattoos or piercings?
do they have any distinctive features or marks?
do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?
are they religious or spiritual?
are they a morning person or night person?
if they could have any superpower what would it be?
who is their ride or die friend?
