VVITCH

{Insert something Shakespearean involving death and your inevitable doom here}

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So I’ve been gone for a small eternity. School has kept me busy so I have been able to get on much, but I miss Amelia and all you guys. So it’s not set in stone but I’m seriously considering bringing her back I’m just not sure how to go about getting back into writing on here. I’m thinking about maybe moving Amelia to new blog and just starting over maybe? Idk

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So I’ve been gone for a small eternity. School has kept me busy so I have been able to get on much, but I miss Amelia and all you guys. So it’s not set in stone but I’m seriously considering bringing her back I’m just not sure how to go about getting back into writing on here. I’m thinking about maybe moving Amelia to new blog and just starting over maybe? Idk

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Hi, my sister is getting married in an hour

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Some more pictures with the bride and then my mom and other sister

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Hi, my sister is getting married in an hour

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job edwards: the complete dirtbag look, take 2 ( details / take 1 )

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sorry ive been so absent lately school has kept me busy and my sister is getting married tomorrow so ive also been doing stuff to get ready for that. Hopefully after this weekend things will calm down

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✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters  ( pt. three )   ❜

       (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘  let’s just say some brutal murders happened in there which would lends itself into being haunted.  ’ ‘  give that baby a ball.  ’ ‘  why is it only people who get murdered? why doesn’t someone who choked on a peanut get a ghost?  ’ ‘  you know, people don’t like their stepmothers.  ’ ‘  so you think like 90% of people who have stepmothers are like ‘aw, my stepmother… i’d love to bury an axe in her face.’  ’ ‘  that is fucking awful.  ’ ‘  that’s strange because, if your pa is laying there, his head turned into blood oatmeal, and you hear ma come in, you’re probably not just like, ‘oh, i wonder what she’s up to today.’ you’re probably like, ‘hey ma, you should probably come here.’ not just, ‘oh i wonder if she’s gonna go take a little nap.’  ’ ‘  i’ve got a life-changing thing to tell you here.  ’ ‘  we should probably give her a little holler.   ’ ‘  i mean, maybe she’s just thinking back on the good old mutton days.  ’ ‘  it reminds me of downton abbey a little bit. it’s very proper.  ’ ‘  i feel like a little fancy little lord in this room.  ’ ‘  i’m not doing this because i want to steal.  ’ ‘  i’m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. i want them to be upset with me.  ’ ‘  i stole from you, you hear me?!  ’ ‘  cool….. that’s pretty… cool.  ’ ‘  if people were already like, ‘we think you murdered them’ i’d be like, ‘fine, i guess i’ll spend their money.’  ’ ‘  i’d like to see you put on a dress from that time period– that came out weird, i could’ve worded that better.  ’ ‘  we’re sleeping here. we can’t even run away!  ’ ‘  she’s gonna kill us tonight.  ’ ‘  come on, buddy. times-a-tickin’. show up. murder us. be the first ghost to murder someone in history. we’ll get it on film. you’ll be famous.  ’ ‘  just say something. you don’t have to get violent.  ’ ‘  those are four pieces of circumstantial evidence that make him just as much of a suspect, in my mind.  ’ ‘  both of them seem dubious as hell, that’s all i’m saying.  ’ ‘ but you know me… i’m a fan of conspiracy theories.   ’ ‘  i was gonna say this doesn’t seem that crazy to me.  ’ ‘  wait, are we agreeing right now?  ’ ‘  i’m not saying ghosts are real, i’m just saying.  ’ ‘  can you imagine if you got sleep paralysis in this room?  ’ ‘  why would you fucking say that right before we’re about to sleep?  ’ ‘  dude, why would you say that? you know one of my greatest fears is a face staring at me through the window.  ’ ‘  even if we get possessed tonight, we can have a nice brewski after.  ’ ‘  well, i’m just trying to distract myself now.  ’ ‘  the late 1800′s was peak ghost time. 90% of ghosts are from that era.  ’ ‘  you never really hear about a ghost from 2010 or so that’s wearing like a flannel and ripped jeans or some shit like that.  ’ ‘  they’re followed by doom.  ’ ‘  they’re really just getting boned by fate now.  ’ ‘  do you think because you believe in all of this stuff that you have a higher chance of being a ghost?  ’ ‘  i’d be a pleasant ghost. i’d like pour people tea and stuff like that or i’d do chores around the house and i’d tip my hat and i’d tap dance out of the room.  ’ ‘  right, doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t you like to be haunted by me?  ’ ‘  this is the sorrowful room. do you feel sorrowful in here?  ’ ‘  i’m fine with not talking too much to he because she scares me.  ’ ‘  i feel a little bit like i’m being watched, but i don’t mind it.  ’ ‘  oh fuck, dude. i feel really weird all the sudden.  ’ ‘  i don’t feel particularly strange, it’s just not a great chair.  ’ ‘  now that’s just rude.  ’ ‘  it’s kinda just a dick thing to do.  ’ ‘  how do you arrest a ghost? you can’t.  ’ ‘  you better watch out or the ghost of yankee jim will give you some taffy. some folks say they hear him playing a jolly little kazoo tune in the middle of the night.  ’ ‘  he’s not a ghost. that’s not a spooky enough name.  ’ ‘  if i were him, i’d haunt this place.  ’ ‘  let’s do it before i change my mind. let’s just do it.  ’ ‘  watch your language!  ’ ‘  well, you’re not a man of your word.  ’ ‘  it’s a nice sunset. enjoy it, it’s the last one you’re ever gonna see.  ’ ‘  you don’t think ‘the grey ghost’ is a pretty cool nickname?  ’ ‘  right, yeah, it’s a haunted ziplock bag.  ’ ‘  before that toothpaste hit the floor, i didn’t believe in ghosts. i thought this was all b.s.  ’ ‘  i swore i’d never return, but here i sit, like a freakin’ idiot.  ’ ‘  who stores laundry detergent in a gin bottle, though?  ’ ‘  by the way, i have a bottle of whiskey in my room if you wanna go drink it.  ’ ‘  that just fucking cut through that thing like a hot butter patty.  ’ ‘  ‘ugh’? that’s all you gotta say about that?  ’ ‘  boats are tough, ya’know? it’s not an easy life, the boat life..  ’ ‘  are you scared right now?  ’ ‘  you’re not fucking scared right now?  ’ ‘  could it have been my imagination? of course. could it have been a spirit? well, maybe.  ’ ‘  i just think it’s embarrassing for them to drown in a pool… on a boat.  ’ ‘  it looks like it’d be pretty easy to get crushed to death here.  ’ ‘  a little seamen lubrication, huh? c’mon, that was funny.  ’ ‘  do i feel strange right here? yep, i don’t like it.  ’ ‘  okay, now i’m starting to get scared again.  ’ ‘  you’re really gonna hate this.  ’ ‘  i have a feeling i’m really gonna hate this.  ’ ‘  you’re gonna lose your mind.  ’ ‘  they laughed and told me i was an idiot to my face.  ’ ‘  i don’t think we’ve ever attempted something more idiotic than this.  ’ ‘  did you just fart? you piece of shit.  ’ ‘  oh crap, i’m starting to psych myself out again.  ’ ‘  i don’t know what you did. i’m angry again.  ’ ‘  what the fuck? it’s morning.  ’ ‘  she’s a beaut. you’re a beautiful lady. i love your bones.  ’ ‘  alright, approach it with an open mind. let’s get started.  ’ ‘  so this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions who were meeting down by the train tracks?  ’ ’  28% of people believe in the existence of a new world order.  ’ ‘  28% of people probably believe that the sun moves around the earth.  ’ ‘  well, i don’t have any scientific polls for that, so…  ’ ‘  i’m just sayin’ people are dumb!  ’ ‘  that’s not creepy? that didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit?  ’ ‘  oh, i can’t wait for that parade of other ‘experts’ you’ve got lined up.  ’ ‘  4% believe that lizard people control our societies.  ’ ‘  xeroxing is not how cloning works!  ’ ‘  what are you, a clone expert now?  ’ ‘  i don’t believe you. i’ll fucken look it up right now.  ’ ‘  he looks like he just pooped his pants.  ’ ‘  the name of their child, blue ivy, has been interpreted to stand for ‘born living under evil illuminati’s very youngest.’  ’ ‘  so this has just moved to… like, frat-level hazing?  ’ ‘  i am not in the illuminati, she is not in the illuminati… you may be.  ’ ‘  by the way, if the illuminati is a real thing, the fact that they have a public relations director… fucking amazing, right?  ’ ‘  i’m not saying that there’s lizard people– ah, fuck, i guess that is what i’m saying.  ’ ‘  what the hell are you talking about? you’re making this all up.  ’ ‘  what the fuck are we doing here?  ’ ‘  get our little detectives hat out.  ’ ‘  is this all in our mind?  ’ ‘  this could be the most elaborate delusion of all.  ’ ‘  these are true crime serial killer trading cards.  ’

          (   videos:   one,   two,   three,   four,   five.   )

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lesbiandaydream:

roses or lavender? vanilla or chocolate? lightning storms or lights glowing in the fog? blushing cheeks or batting eyelashes? lipstick or lip gloss? neon signs or canvas paintings? soft winter mornings or flickering summer nights? velvet or lace?

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Collection of lachrymatorys (or lachrymosas), these tear catchers or tear vials - sometimes worn on a necklace, sometimes merely held - were used to gather the tears wept by mourners at funerals, to hold the tears of people mourning the passing of loved ones. One type of lachrymosa had a special top which allowed the tears to evaporate (signifying the time to stop mourning), others had a sealed top to allow the tears to last for a year, at which point they would be poured on the grave of the person whom the tears were wept for, Victorian era, 19th Century.

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On one hand these are beautiful and this is a really interesting and unique form of death ritual. On the other hand Victorians are sooooo fucking extra. Like wow could you make things any more dramatic if you tried.

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singingrass:

      He had wrapped one arm around her middle, his other hand still wrapped around the strap of the knapsack, and held her a short while in silence. Despite his vast interest in the written word, Job was not quite the best at naming his feelings — all he could admit to in that moment was that something in his gut felt rotten, felt heavy and wrong, but he were too weary to actually do anything past its acknowledgement. His legs were itching to move, feet tingling with longing to feel concrete beneath them, to leave, run — and he had only ever been known to indulge them.

      “We’ll talk later.” He echoed, possibly to reassure himself most of all, and with another look around the room that came to yet another rest on Amelia, and another twist of his lips and a short, solemn nod — he were out the door.

     Amelia wasn’t sure what she expected. Part of her expected nothing, that once Job walked out of her apartment he’d be gone out of her life and she’d never here from him again, just like it had been with Cameron. A more hopeful part of her was clinging to the idea that he’d call her and everything would be fine, he was telling the truth about this not being his way of leaving her.  That’s what kept her clinging to her phone for the next couple day. Every few minutes she was checking for some kind of message like she could have missed something since the last time she looked. 

     The end of the second day found her sitting in her car, biding time in the parking lot outside of work. Looking at her phone for what was probably the hundredth time that day there was still nothing. No text, no missed call, no voicemail. Maybe he had forgotten about calling her, a though that didn’t exactly make her feel great but was better than the other possibilities she’d been anxiously dwelling on in the past few days. If that was the case it wouldn’t hurt to call herself right? She’d been planning on waiting for him to call, to give him space to do it on his own, if that’s what he wanted, but what self control she had was wearing thin. She quickly scrolled to his contact, finger hovering uncertainly over the call button for a while before finally hitting it.  Each ring came and went and what hope she had that he’d answer was finally stamped out when the monotonous voice on the other end told her to leave a message. 

     ❝Hey, it’s me. I know you said you’d call me but it’s been a while and I haven’t heard from you. I’m getting worried about you. I hope you’re okay.❞ She almost ended it there but then paused for a moment, worrying her bottom lip between the her teeth for a moment before continuing. ❝It feels weird not having you here, y’know? I wish you were here.❞ She stopped again, the silence only emphasizing that she had no idea what to say. Even if she had thought of something the voicemail cut her off. A deep sigh left her as she leaned back into her seat. The message didn’t feel quite quite satisfy what she wanted to say, not that she knew what she wanted in the first place. Suddenly feeling tired she finally started up the car to head back to her now empty apartment.

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singingrass:

      “That what you’d like? ‘Cause trust me, I know respectable.” More like used to know, back when he still had a home - but in reality, it’s all much the same anyway. “Pastel-colored, knee-high skirts and a nice sweater to cover you up. Make you good and wholesome for the Lord.” He’s only joking, of course - only teasing to see how far he can push her. He very much appreciates her taste in clothing and most certainly would not like to cover her up in any manner. “Your family’ll love me.”

     ❝Are you saying I’m not already good and wholesome? I’m offended. I’m like apple pie level of wholesome.❞ Her tone was laced with feigned offence but the little quirks of her lips gave away that she was more amused than anything.  ❝I’m sure they will.❞ She couldn’t imagine many people being able to hate Job, it’d be like hating puppies or sunshine, you’d have to be an asshole. Then again, if anyway could manage to dislike him it’d probably be her family.

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ask my character about anyone in their life!

playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!

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My aesthetic: Amelia looking ethereal surrounded by plants 

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Send me “+” for a completely irrelevant headcanon- Accepting!

Being raised Catholic Amelia went through Confirmation at thirteen. She picked the name ‘Lucia’ as her Confirmation name after St. Lucy. Not really because she felt any spiritual connection to St. Lucy or needed her protections as the patron saint of eye problems (Amelia has nearly perfect vision), but mostly because her family celebrates St. Lucy as part of their Christmas tradition. Despite her general spooky aesthetic her favorite holiday isn’t Halloween, its actually Christmas. Her grandmother being from Sweden, where St. Lucy’s day is a popular celebration, brought the tradition to the states with her and it became a big celebration in their family. That tradition means a lot to Amelia which was the main influence for her picking the name Lucia.

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soooo consider this a new plotting call? if you’d like to plot something for our characters give this a like and i’ll hop on into your ims and pester you about it