deena. two e's.

... 𝙸'𝙼   𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚃𝙾   𝙶𝙴𝚃   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺.

[beatfear]

not me following all of edie’s blogs even though i haven’t written here in a hot minute.

[beatfear]

𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴.

         fingers   curly   locks   …   they’re   tightly   coiled,   silky   ringlets   she   loves   running   fingers   through         ⸺         only   frizzing   out   on   days   where   humidity   got   above   eighty   percent.   new   orleans   was   constantly   muggy   ;   especially   closer   towards   bayou,   where   wolves   congregated   even   now   still   more   comfortable   nearer   towns   bordering   limits.   hope’s   own   scarlet   hair,   which   naturally   was   thick   and   unmanageable,   suffered   during   summer.   so   much   so   that   she’d   taken   to   ironing   it   into   loose   waves   resembling   some   popular   beach   trend.         ❝         sexy   grunge   girls,   emphasis   on   sexy,   babe.         ❞         she   didn’t   take   up   the   habit   of   comparing   herself   to   sam,   who   deena   had   loved,   maybe   would   always   hold   some   fondness   for.   too   nervous,   unsettled   in   this   small   town   full   of   bigots   and   homophobes   to   be   herself,   acceptance   was   its   own   battle.

         ❝         it   would   be   okay   if   you   did,   i’m   hardly   here   to   one   up   your   ex.         ❞         brushes   noses   together,   lithe   fingers   interlocked   tightly   with   her   own   squeezing,   swinging   joined   arms   around   to   curl   behind   waist.   another   kiss,   to   add   to   that   second   one,   butterfly   tender   ones   across   cheeks         (   over   the   bridge   of   her   nose,   right   dead   center   forehead.         )         ❝         yes,   burgers.   and   big   ole   milkshakes,   someone   really   should   teach   those   fast   food   workers   about   peanut   butter   milkshakes.   they’re   fucking   delish.         ❞         stomach   gurgles,   emphasizing   just   how   much   the   idea   of   greasy,   fattening   food   appealed   to   her   quite   literally   wolfish   appetite.

first   love   will   always   hold   a   special   place   -   but   it   doesn’t   outrank   hope.   hope   isn’t   afraid   or   ashamed   of   who   they   are.         ❝         sam   was   my   first   love.   it’s   different   then   us.   and   you   already   one-upped   her.   she’s   not   ready   to   be   herself.   with   her   mom   -   with   this   town,   she   needs   time.   you   aren’t   ashamed   of   us.           ❞         they’re   perfectly   the   same   height   -   nose   to   nose   when   pressing   close   like   this.   laugh   escapes   in   response   to   loud   growling   stomach,   head   shaking   with   fond   grin.

        ❝         let’s   go.   wouldn’t   want   you   to   resort   to   eating   a   football   player   or   something.      ❞         she   needs   to   be   indoors,   where   they   have   the   privacy   to   tangle   up   together   without   prying   eyes.   lips   press   to   cheek   with   loud   smacking   while   nosing   across   her   jaw.   (   she’ll   think   up   a   way   to   get   peanut   butter   milkshakes   at   some   point.         )         ❝         this   bathroom’s   rank.   let’s   go.      ❞ 

[beatfear]

𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙺𝙰𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙾𝙽.

         ❝         never   much   had   a   thing   for   blondes.         ❞

         dark   curly   hair,   romantic   eyes,   bad   temper?   those   were   hope’s   type         ⸻         fingers   fidget   with   strands   of   deena’s   hair,   tucking   them   tenderly   behind   the   shell   of   her   ear.   things   had   been   so   tense   lately   they’ve   hardly   had   time   enough   to   unwind,   there’s   a   big   fat   target   on   her   back.   sarah’s   warning’s   rattled   around   inside   noggin,   where   the   female   lay   wrapped   around   in   a   protective   coocoon      (      take   me   with   you,   reveal   the   truth,   and   your   mind   will   always   be   yours.      )            nose   twitches   as   lips   gingerly   tip   up,   mouth   forming   a   half   -   smile,   the   firm   pressure   of   her   lips   lingered   spreading   warmth   in   a   rosy   flush   to   sallow   cheeks.   

         ❝         it’s   true,   i   can’t   trust   a   lot   these   days   but   what   i   feel   for   you?   is   a   fixed   point.   those   are   words   to   die   by,   babe.         ❞

❝       frizzy   grunge   girls   more   your   speed   ?    ❞       

they’re   wrapped   up   in   their   own   little   bubble,   bright   red   spraypaint   adorning   stall   doors   behind   hope   only   remind   her   of   the   pressing   need   to   find   a   way   to   keep   hope   alive.   no   matter   what   it   costs   them.   both   hands   lift,   cupping   the   roundness   of   her   cheeks,   bronze   against   porcelain.   nobody’s   ever   cared   about   her   the   way   hope   mikaelson   does.   another   kiss   and   she   leans   back   again.

❝   i’ve   never   felt   anything   like   this   with   anybody   else.   ❞   

not   sam,   too   scared   to   be   herself.   not   the   clumsy   girl   at   summer   camp   in   columbus   with   quick,   sloppy   hands   and   the   taste   of   doublemint   on   her   tongue.   just   her.   grin   brightens   when   she   drops   hands   to   interlace   their   fingers,   pulling   her   into   her   space   and   keeping   their   interlocked   hands   dangling   at   their   sides.

❝   let’s   get   the   fuck   out   of   here.   ditch   and   grab   some   burgers   ?   we   can   hang   out   in   your   room   and   listen   to   mixtapes   after.   ❞

[beatfear]

girlprophecy​:

                               @witchbeat​​​ said:  “  i  can’t  pretend  not  to  be  jealous.  ”

         throat   bobs   on   a   tight   swallow;   arms   crossing   beneath   breasts   as   she   turns,   abadoning   her   reflection   in   the   bathroom   mirror         ⸻         still   splintered   at   each   triangular   corner   from   an   outburst   of   magic.   those   words   sound   exactly   like   some   too   narrow   pathway   leading   straight   into   an   argument.   and   she   can’t   risk   losing   control   not   when   nightly   vistis   from   shadyside’s   most   prolific   wrongly   accused   witch   had   become   more   frequent.   she   hasn’t   slept   properly   in   days,   nor   had   much   time   to   consider   that   smiling   far   too   bright   at   a   fellow   cheerleader   complimenting   the   sheen   of   her   scarlet   hair   spelled   relationship   trouble   ahead.

         ❝         i’m   not   asking   you   not   to,   dee.   i’m   saying   there’s   nothing   to   be   jealous   of.         ❞

            not   from   anyone   here,   at   least         ⸻         she’s   concentrating   intently   on   the   curve   of   her   right   shoe,   as   if   the   dirt   staining   the   white   of   them   holds   all   the   answers.   so,   hope   swipes   a   glossy   back   pump   into   view   before   reaching   out   to   curl   fingers   around   her   chin   instead.   rosy   stained   lips   pressing   lightly   to   her   cheek   in   a   kiss   so   light   it   almost   tasted   like   air   on   the   back   of   her   tongue.   

         ❝         i’m   your   girl,   alright?   always   your   girl.         ❞

❝       she   was   pretty.   like,   really   pretty.          ❞       with   her   vamp   nails,   bleach   blonde   hair,   and   wonderbra,   of   course   she’d   be   tempting.   sunnyvalers   always   get   who   and   what   they   want.   breath   gives   a   massive   hitch   at   the   featherlight   kiss.   sam   hadn’t   wanted   to   kiss   anywhere   they   could   be   caught.   hope   doesn’t   care.   palm   lifts   to   rest   against   the   curve   of   neck   and   shoulder,   lips   curving   upward   while   chest   cavity   floods   with   warmth.     ❝    my   girl?   i   could   get   used   to   that.    ❞   while   it   lasted.   shadysiders   always   lose.   and   she’ll   take   what   she   can   get   -   for   as   long   as   she   can   get   it   -   from   this.   nose   skims   across   hers,   foreheads   coming   together   and   pressing   their   lips   together   a   beat  longer   this   time.   ❝   i’m   going   to   find   a   way   to   save   you.   i   promise.  ❞

[strikefirst-a-deactivated202202]

    a  parallel  from  two  of  my  fave  horror  movies.

[beatfear]

@heghosts

[blackcatrph]

** secret love sentence starters.

“  meet  me  tonight  ?  at  our  spot  ?  ”

“  i’m  sorry,  but  you  know  we  can’t  do  this.  ”

“  you  almost  had  even  me  believing  that.  ”

“  don’t  you  think  you  were  a  little  too  convincing  ?  ”

“  i  wished  it  could  have  been  you.  ”

“  i  think  of  you  often,  even  when  i  know  we  cannot  see  each  other.  ”

“  i  cannot  keep  this  up.  ”

“  i  can’t  pretend  not  to  be  jealous.  ”

“  i  wished  it  could  be  you  on  my  arm.  ”

“   people  will  talk  if  you  continue.  ”

“  i  thought  this  was  what  you  wanted  ?  ”

“  how  can  you  lie  so  easily  ?  ”

“  as  soon  as  i  see  someone  else  close  to  you,  i  get  jealous.  ”

“  how  can  we  live  like  this  ?  pretending  ?  ”

“  i  don’t  know  if  we  should  be  alone  together.  ”

“  we  could  have  been  happy.  ”

“  it’s  difficult  to  be  so  close  but  not  be  able  to  kiss  you.  ”

“  i  broke  the  rules  for  you,  isn’t  that  enough  ?  ”

“  i  wish  that  i  could  stop  loving  you.  but  i  can’t.  ”

“  pretending  i  wasn’t  in  love  with  you  is  the  hardest  thing  i’ve  ever  done.  ”

“  maybe  some  people  are  only  meant  to  fall  in  love  with  each  other,  but  not  be  together.  ” 

“  i  love  you,  not  them.  ”

“  will  there  ever  be  a  day  where  we  can  tell  them  about  us  ?  ”

“  were  you  with  them  ?  ”

“  is  that  why  you  didn’t  answer  your  phone  ?  ”

“  i  missed  you  whilst  you  were  gone.  ”

“  i  hate  seeing  you  with  them.  ”

“  we  shouldn’t  do  this  here.  ”

“  you  love  me,  don’t  you  ?  ”

“  you  know  how  i  feel.  ”

“  please  remember  that  i  love  you.  ”

[beatfear]

@cultons blog  has  reminded  me  how  much  i  love  t@gged  and  imma  go  rewatch.

[beatfear]

i shall be on later to finally do starters and memes !

[soulrph]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i said i’d do them and here we are, a list of prompts set either before or during sex. as always, if you want to reverse the roles, add “+ REVERSE” to your chosen meme! so, [ STRADDLE ] + REVERSE would mean the receiver straddles the sender! okay, now, have a wonderful day!

[ UNZIP ] :     sender unzips/unbuttons receiver’s dress/shirt - s l o w l y

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver.

[ PULL ] :     sender pulls receiver closer to them.

[ PUSH ] :     sender pushes receiver against a wall during foreplay.

[ PIN ] :     sender pins receiver in place during foreplay/sex.

[ TRAIL ] :     sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist.

[ HOIST ] :     sender lifts receiver on top of a counter as they have sex.

[ BENEATH ] :     sender moves a hand beneath an item of receiver’s clothing to touch their skin.

[ SCRATCH ] :     sender trails their fingernails against receiver’s skin during sex.

[ TUG ] :     sender tugs receiver’s hair while making out or having sex.

[ TILT ] :     sender tilts receiver’s head to the side to kiss their neck.

[ NECK ] :     sender wraps a hand around receiver’s neck during foreplay/sex.

[ LIFT ] :     sender lifts receiver up, so receiver’s legs wrap around sender’s waist.

[ LAP ] :     sender pulls receiver into their lap.

[ BEHIND ] :     sender arrives behind receiver and begins to kiss them from behind.

[ DOWN ] :     sender gives receiver oral sex.

[ HUSH ] :     sender and receiver try to keep quiet during sex.

[ PUBLIC ] :     sender and receiver have sex in a public place.

[ YANK ] :     sender rips off an item of receiver’s clothing.

[ COVER ] :     sender uses fabric to cover receiver’s eyes during foreplay/sex.

[ ICE ] :     sender uses ice cubes against receiver’s bare skin.

[ MARK ] :     via gentle biting or hickeys, sender leaves a mark on receiver.

[villainsmemes-deactivated202503]

GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[beatfear]

@ tumblr stop making me unfollow people when i click on their blog please and thank.

[beatfear]

❤

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

I think everyone should make a post with just a ❤ and let mutuals comment on the post with nice things :’)

[beatfear]

please help ya girl out.

[beatfear]

[ text ] My nightly routine is simple, I think until I get sad.

sms    ↺     liver alone        :      that happens to be mine, too.

sms    ↺     liver alone        :      followed by nightmares and two am snacks.

@violatile 

[ghstmemes]

♡   TEXT MESSAGES  [  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙿𝚃. 𝟻  ]

adult  themes / language tw.    customize  as  you  need / wish !

[ text ] wtf?!

[ text ] are you around?

[ text ] do you think i’m hip?

[ text ] are you ghosting me?

[ text ] i think (s)he stood me up

[ text ] quick, give me a pick up line

[ text ] don’t be so hard on yourself

[ text ] be a little more careful next time 

[ text ] is there anything i can do for you?

[ text ] what if i get a tattoo of your name?

[ text ] i really worry about you sometimes

[ text ] remind me again, why are we friends?

[ text ] maybe i just like to be in pain, all right?

[ text ] stop telling me what to do. i’m an adult

[ text ] can you sneak out to hang out with me?

[ text ] what the hell does that emoji even mean?

[ text ] would you hate me if i said that i like you?

[ text ] what would happen if i adopted a dog/cat?

[ text ] would you like to move in with me? maybe?

[ text ] i think we should figure out what our next step is

[ text ] someone just called me ma’am/sir and now i feel old

[ text ] do NOT touch my food. i repeat, do not touch my food

[ text ] what’s the first word that comes to mind when you think of me?

[ text ] do you ever think about what would happen if we had never met?

[ text ] if you don’t reply, i’ll assume you are giving permission to do the thing