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@allphoenix-blog
i Have Not given up on jean ; i worked literally 4:30pm-3am yesterday and i am working 5-10pm today. so i am TiredTM and i’ve been on @coppper a lot bc im too tired to deal with multiple blogs
but i have started writing on discord so ?? lmk if u wanna write on there with jean or sansa
i will do drafts soon tho i swear
can u believe scotty is shorter than his gf :v
'so my visor fell off in my sleep and i'm terrified to open my eyes, and i think i accidentally blew a hole in the wall.'
she’s still half asleep, groans at the sound of his voice and buries her face further into her pillow. breathes, because she has to take a moment to process what he actually said. then she’s sitting up, still bleary-eyed and not fully awake. when she turns to her right, there is, in fact, a hole in the wall. she can’t say that she’s entirely surprised, but jean is moving. shoving covers off and “are you okay?” quietly as she fumbles to kick covers off herself. scott looks terrified. it’s written all over his face. her heart aches. she wants to help him, wants to figure out a way that she can help this stop. her fingers tremble. there’s so much untapped potential-- she grabs his visor where it had slipped onto the floor in his sleep. is careful as she slowly pushes it back on. covers his lips with her own. slow, soft. “it’s okay,” she’s murmuring against his mouth, fingers on the side of his face. stroking his jaw. “you can open your eyes now.”
@syklops
i got a pop signed by sophie turner i am gonna Cry
did i really just have to witness someone saying they wanted joss whedon back in the mcu at 1:35am
ft. @syklops
ft. @syklops
people disappear all the time. ask any policeman. better yet, ask a journalist. disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists. young girls run away from home. young children stray from their parents and are never seen again. housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. international financiers change their names and vanish into the smoke of imported cigars. many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. disappearances, after all, have explanations. usually.
*texts bae at 3am* hey baby, according to this buzzfeed quiz you’re only 48% in love with me ????? hmm 📝
@syklops
all these greek mythology blogs following me like i’m not a weak enough bitch to make a persephone or aphrodite blog
[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.
[ text ] : oh my god, seriously? [ text ] : where are you now? [ text ] : how did you not wake up?!
texts from last night! @feralspoken accepting.
[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese
[ text ] : i’m sorry, what? [ text ] : do you mean... you’re offering to? [ text ] : or you’re literally about to?
texts from last night! @onlyifitkillsme accepting.
mindlead:
it’s early, the suns just starting to PEAK over the tall trees that encompass the schools so called campus. yet, sitting quietly in his study, he can’t help but bask in the warm summer LIGHT which falls across the mahogany room. he doesn’t have much to LISTEN to in these early mornings, it’s a BLESSING to have a moment of quiet. but he always welcomes the never ending . presence of jean . ( in his own head, he’d call her his daughter.) —- “ good MORNING jean. ” @allphoenix
early bird gets the worm, isn’t that how the saying goes? jean can’t pretend that’s the reason why she’s awake so early, though. has always been first to rise, last to fall. a restlessness beneath her skin, which feels like it is growing by the day. she shouldn’t be surprised that he’s awake either; but she lingers, for a moment, at the sound of his greeting. a smile curling up the corners of her mouth, fingers wrapped around the arrows she’d intended to shoot while everyone else was getting ready for the day. she always found it easier in the mornings. “good morning, charles. i thought i’d get... a head start on the day, i suppose.”
dazzleshe:
“ well. you know i’m not about to sugar coat this, jeanie ” it’s lonely when the world pins you as some unforgivable monster; true, alison may not understand what it’s like to have something living inside burning on hated and pain, but she does live double lives. fame versus the real alison. sometimes she loves it, sometimes she wants to run away. “ i don’t have to be a mind reader to know that scotty has your back. we all do. listen, whatever you got goin’ on, is scary as hell. but no one hates you for what’s happened. ”
she would rather people stop sugar coating it all. that they would just be honest with her, rather than pretending that everything was fine, or refusing to acknowledge her whatsoever. even the latter she prefers, sometimes; the acknowledgement that she has done something wrong, that they aren’t lying to make her feel better about the fact. she’s done so many things that she cannot take back. “maybe they should,” she speaks, before she can think otherwise. think of why it’s a bad idea; shouldn’t say them to alison, either. “i-- no, i’m sorry. that’s stupid of me to say...”
symphonyspoke:
her mouth opens and closes once, contemplating over what to tell her. she must be feeling awful over what happened, especially since she didn’t mean to do it. ❛ i know, i know — all i’m saying is that… it happens. ❜ alison offers her a weak shrug as hank excuses himself from the room, silent until he leaves. ❛ i’m serious, though. how are you feeling ? ❜
it happens. that’s an excuse, used again and again, when it comes to her. that she can’t control it, that she’s trying... and she is. she’s trying so desperately that setbacks are devastating in a way that she can’t quite explain. doesn’t try to, either. knows that it doesn’t matter, really. that doesn’t justify what she can let herself do - regardless of how accidental it may be. “i’m fine,” she murmurs upon being asked, although she doesn’t look at the other. “my head hurts but... but that’s normal.”
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i’m still active i’m just three seasons into an outlander binge watch and resisting the urge to make a blog ngl :/
