* CHEATS DEATH.

wendy  christensen.     by  róisín.

[ugliy-moved]

goodnight fellow losers please follow me @kagomae

[basicdejavu]

clearmarie·        ,

@basicdejavu .

❛                     did it                    DID IT HAPPEN AGAIN?                      ❜                the intrusion is subtle,            disguised with a soft tone.            there isn’t a sign of a smile on peach features yet you can see she’s calling on comfort:            hoping she feels better after conversation.            despite that,            the concerned furrow of her brows is still evident,            no matter how hard she tries:            SHE IS WORRIED.            pearls delve into the bottom of her lip,            head slowly bowing itself in submission.            she should wait for an invite before inciting more        …        𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢.                  ❛                     𝙸'𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈.            i just want you to know                    you can talk to me.                      ❜

                    instinct  pulls  her  back  with  little  notice,   the  image  of  the  crash  happening  yet  again  before  her  eyes,   gore  against  concrete.   before  she  processes  her  unsubtle  reaction,  she  can  feel  the  lump  summon  to  her  throat,  and  with  a  concentrated  effort  she  stifles  the  pain  of  the  memory,  nodding  in  answer  so  as  to  give  herself  a  beat  before  she’d  have  to  give  some  kind  of  answer.  say  again  what  so  many  found  so  fully,  totally,  incomprehensible . . .    impossible.   AGAIN.   AGAIN.   the  word  finally  dawns  on  her  as  she  recognizes  the  semantics  for  what  they  are :     safe  haven.              “  again.     you  know  ––––   you’ve  seen  ––––   ”                      SOME  SENSATION,   FOREIGN  THESE  DAYS  IN  THE  EXHAUSTED  GAZE  SHE’D  BEEN  FIXED  WITH  FOR  SOME  TIME  NOW,   SOMETHING  FUNNY ...                a  sort  of  hopeful  peering,   which  flickers.           she  does  well,  however,  not  to  get  her  hopes  up.   not  after  the  disbelief  she’d  grown  so  accustomed  to.  she  tries,  for  a  moment,  for  almost  a  successful  moment,  to  take  her  words  as  pessimistically  as  possible,  shoving  concern  to  the  wayside  in  favor  of  something  less  painful.            “  i  think  i’ve  done  enough  talking  for  a  lifetime,   actually.     i  think  i’m  kind  of  sick  of  it.  ”   intent  stare  gives  way  to  something  gentle,  false  joviality  as  she  speaks.   she  smiles,   albeit  with  an  expression  held  together  loosely,   a  frailty  to  the  curve  in  her  lips.   still,  she  maintains  it,  this  guarded  curiosity,  as  she  continues,  trying  to  hide  the  sincerity  of  hope  in  her  cadence,   “   you,  um  . . .   you  said  again.   right?   ”

[clearmarie-deactivated20200727]

me & @basicdejavu​             🤝 cute psychic girls with bangs

[jakegyllenhaal]

Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Wendy Christensen in Final Destination 3 (2006)

[basicdejavu]

             “  rummaged  through  some  old  drawers.   i  think  some  of  these  cabinets  haven’t  been  touched  since,  like,  . . .   2009.  ”   focus  remains  intent  on  the  small  camera  in  hand,   a  relic  of  yearbook  past.      through  her  determination  of  inspection,   however,   a  gentle  smile  breaks,  paired  by  a  huff  of  laughter.      “  i’m  pretty  sure  it  still  works   ––    i  was  just  charging  it.  ”       she  moves  it  up  to  frame  veronica  in  the  very  center,  snapping  a  pic  with  the  flash,  which  clearly  takes  her  by  surprise  as  she  pulls  the  camera  down  nearly  immediately  and  her  expression  contorts.     “  shit,  sorry   –––   guess  it’s  fully  functional.  ”    she  pauses,  briefly,   flashing  an  apologetic  grin.    “  once  we  get  the  hang  of  it.  ”   ;          @bleuebird​.

[clearmarie-deactivated20200727]

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝙳,          like six or seven,          i used to worry  SO MUCH  about my parents dying.          𝘓𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘞𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘈𝘛 𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛,          just worrying.            (          most kids do,          i guess.          )            MOST KIDS NEVER HAVE IT HAPPEN.

by isha.        ©.

[basicdejavu]

i should post this on nanc but god I wanna do a dnd campaign one day w rp ppl

[basicdejavu]

as is typical w me and classic horror heroines i will be thinking a lot about wen’s future and adult arc :-]

[tiffsmemes]

book meme / and the mountains echoed, khaled hosseini

where did you go?

it’s getting late.

my fault. all of it.

what’s the matter, honey?

i’ll get you cleaned up.

that’s enough of that now.

don’t make fun.

it’s an old habit.

sorry about what happened in there.

it’s all good here.

you were always welcome here.

that’s going to bruise.

accidents happen.

please don’t be angry.

i need a nap.

come back.

how about some eggs?

i’m sorry.

i’ve come to take you home.

lay your head down and close your eyes. 

i can do it myself.

sad shit we saw back there, huh?

that’s easy for you to say.

can you sleep by me tonight?

i slipped.

it’s you i worry for.

but it hurts.

what if you get sick of me?

tell a story.

it could be important.

good for you.

i got hungry.

you don’t have to do that.

we’ll be home soon.

don’t you have family here?

i sound like an idiot.

you’re just an ignorant little boy.

where did you get that thing?

i take care of myself all right.

you’re not coming, are you?

i was going to tell you.

oh, you sweet boy.

i don’t have the heart for this.

[basicdejavu]

𝚒  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊  𝚟𝚞.       except,   for  like  . . .    something  that  hasn’t  happened  yet.         –––        by  róisín.    

[thetiniestufo]

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