oh my darling, clementine.

clementine sterling // 17 // junior you were born exposed, they tell you, a live wire your lips are raw with this truth you have known your entire life

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → rowan

rowan: got a new life when i was able to transition, things get better when u do things that aren't murder to get wher u need 2 be

rowan: LOOK HONEST TO FUCK: I DO NOT CARE THAT YOU WERE ABUSED, THERE WERE THINGS YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO AVOID KILLING YOUR PARENTS IF THEY WERE ABUSING YOU THAT BADLY, YOU DON'T JUST FUCKING KILL PEOPLE

rowan: THAT'S NOT RIGHT, KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY'VE WRONGED YOU IS NOT THE SOLUTION

rowan: NOT TO MENTION: YOU WANTED TO MARRY AND FUCK YOUR BROTHER THAT'S NOT RIGHT

rowan: AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO APOLOGIZE OR FIX YOUR BEHAVIOR, YOU JUST TEXTED ME OUT OF THE BLUE LIKE "HEY HOW'S YOUR LIFE" APOLOGIZE BEFORE ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT SOMEONE, GOD

rowan: oh my GOD he didn't ditch, asshole

rowan: he killed himself you fucking freak

clem: bc every situation is exactly like yours dumbass

clem: what could i have done, if ur such a fucking expert? my father has hired hitmen before and i'm pretty fuckin sure he would have preferred me dead than fucking up his legacy

clem: i didn't want to kill them, okay? they were shitty fucking people yeah but if i knew a different way, i would have done it

clem: but i fucking didn't see another way. me and cas tried and he came up with killing them and running away and it was all we could do, so i did it

clem: but i can't say i feel bad about it, because then what happens to me? if i'm a psycho bitch, then people fuck off and leave me alone. without that, i'm fucked.

[typing...]

clem: yeah, i did. i know it's fucked up but he was better to me than anyone else ever was and i'd rather be fucked up than alone.

clem: I WAS FUCKING WORKING ON IT. you think it's easy for me to apologize? it's the fucking worst and it's even harder when i don't get a fucking chance to

[typing...]

clem: i'm sorry i didn't know

clem: that's a shit deal

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → rowan

rowan: cause the rowan tree symbolizes new life

rowan: "wah wah wah my parents wouldn't let me fuck and marry my brother so i killed them" -clementine sterling, circa 2017

rowan: yeah, u didnt punch me, so grateful for that :P

rowan: pal i rly do not care i think it's super gross that u and ur bro are in love and fuck like ?? that's fucked

rowan: f u c k e d, find an actual problem that's not vile and maybe someone'll care

clem: cheesy

clem: "blah blah blah i have no concept of context or abuse or circumstance so i'm a raging dick 2 everyone that doesn't fit my tastes even when they make an effort 2 reach out and fix their behavior" -rowan celis, circa 2017

clem: hows john doing btw?

clem: o right. he ditched ur ass

[clementinesterling-blog]

minjae.

Min Jae should’ve known it wouldn’t have taken that long for it to happen; he knew that fate was just stalling for his sake, and that he should’ve taken advantage of the whole delay, instead of simply having his hopes up that things will get better without actually doing something.  But now that it happened (that is, Mai’s inevitable DEPARTURE), all he can do is cry and sink into his pillow like some heartbroken teenage girl, which, in retrospect, he practically is.   He is reaching over to the box of tissues situated on the bedside table when he notices someone watching him, red eyes and tears and snot and all.  But instead of being sardonic and SALTY about it, he allows a watery chuckle.   “I know, I know.  I look fucking STUPID.”

“Next thing you know, I’m holding a fucking teddy bear around.”

Clem knew from the start that her infatuation with Alex was never going to end well. All things considered, him leaving her is probably the best possible outcome ;; if he hadn’t left, Cas would have found out eventually and she knows that would have ended in blood. But she’s never been very good at being SELFLESS and the fact that he’s gone -- her first real love that wasn’t a twisted mess of loneliness and possessiveness -- stings like a cut dragged through salt. Without him at Plath, she doesn’t have anyone to turn to, no one she hasn’t victimized or driven away, so she seeks out the next best thing.

“ I don’t have a teddy bear, but I do have a, uh, water bottle, if you need a drink. It’s like...half full, probably, ” she says as she moves to sit down beside his bed, holding out the peace offering. “ What’s got you fucked up? ”

[geor13gia13]

Doctor Stranger

Lee Jong Suk 

[clementinesterling-blog]

@kaiminjae

[dailyhouse]

[marveladdicts]

[hayleyattwell]

[clementinesterling-blog]

🐣

After an exclusive interview with Nicholas Sterling about a new business deal, the cameras decide to follow his wife, Sophia, around their mansion in order to capture a segment for their less business-minded viewers. She’s glad to show them around, glad to show off the beautiful, luxurious life that her husband had bought her -- though she’s careful not to make anything she says sound like bragging. That, of course, would be incredibly distasteful and she couldn’t have that.

They pass through the massive kitchen and the dining room meant to host a feast, back towards the pool and the garden and they’re making their way towards the lounge when the interviewer brings up the question that’s been on everyone’s minds:

“Where’s Clementine and Caspian?”

Sophia freezes for a moment but no one notices; if they surprise her children, she’s scared of what she might find behind closed doors. It’s not a fear she’s ever voiced to the public or her husband, mostly due to a desire to protect her twins from something she doesn’t even quite understand. If she did, maybe that desire for protection would fade. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t.

“I’m sure they’re up in their rooms. They usually stay out of the way when we have cameras in the house. Unless the cameras are for them, of course.”

The socialite lets out a deceptively easy laugh and gestures to a flight of stairs, leading them up towards Caspian’s room first. Not that it matters, precisely. Since they were old enough to have rooms of their own, they’ve both insisted on having a door that connects them. Odd, but easy enough to brush off as a quirk of being twins -- they’ve always been closer than regular siblings, after all.

They start with the Sterling company darling, Caspian, asking him all about his future plans and his grades and if he has his eyes on any colleges yet, despite only being in middle school. Of course, no one can resist the urge to ask him if he has his eyes on any girls and when he gives a vague answer and a knowing smile, Sophia can’t help but feel her stomach twist into worried knots. But, of course, she doesn’t let it show.

When they move into Clementine’s room, they find her on her bed with her cat, trying to pretend that she hadn’t been listening to her brother’s interview. Sure, she could watch it later, but she knows things get edited and it’s better to hear things straight from the horse’s mouth. 

“Clementine, darling, how are you doing today?”                                                                    “I’m doing great! Maria finally cleaned up my room so                                                                     I can get to work on my homework.”“Maria?”                                                                    “The maid. She’s great. She’s been teaching me how                                                                     to sew. I’m not good at it yet, but I’m learning.”“Oh, good job. Good skill to have. Say, that’s a cute dress. Where’d you get it?”                                                                     “Daddy bought for me in Paris. It’s Givenchy.”“Wow. You’re a lucky girl. Speaking of lucky, have you caught the eye of any boys?”                                                                     “Yeah, there’s a boy. He’s really great and really                                                                      handsome and really sweet to me.”“Does your father approve?”                                                                     “Daddy doesn’t know. He wants me to marry                                                                      someone like him, so they can do business things                                                                      but I don’t want to. I want to run away and live in                                                                      in a little cottage like Snow White with the boy I like.”

Sophia quickly intervenes, shutting down the interview and having words with the crew before anyone can get the idea that Clementine isn’t perfectly happy with the life she’s been given. Imagine the scandal it would cause if someone thought she was being forced into marriage for business reasons. It couldn’t be allowed, no matter what, even if it was the truth.

send “🐣” to meet my muse as a child.

[zoeswade]

[clementinesterling-blog]

@kaiminjae

[clementinesterling-blog]

♦️ [Min Jae]

bit·ter/ˈbidər/

adjective      1. the burn of alcohol in your throat; vodka, whiskey, rum and anything else you can steal from your parents’ liquor cabinet. it doesn’t matter what it tastes like, it just matters that you can’t feel how much it hurts after the ache fades.      2. the black streaks on your cheeks betray your hurt as fast as the traitor tears fall and you resent the fact that he doesn’t wear his warning signs as bright and bold as you do, but you’ve never been any good at hiding anyway, have you?      3. he watches you cry and you watch him destroy himself and you trade places, but looking at him still feels like you might never go home.      4. he almost dies and you’re at his side, choking on the scent of roses you’ve only ever given to the boy he hates.      5. not caring feels agonizingly like caring too much.

send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

[chelseaperetti]

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → rowan

rowan: i know, i named myself asshole :P i chose the name rowan cause i liked the meaning and symbolism

rowan: need too. catching up.

rowan: yeah honestly? u don't deserve it to be easy

rowan: that'd be sweet if i didn't know other things about u & ur bro

clem: why'd you name urself after a bush

clem: not that i'm judging k i lost the name lottery and i kno it

clem: u rly dnt know shit abt me or what i deserve so tone it down

clem: i didn't punch u in the gym and that's p damn good

clem: ikr? it's the Worst that i'm finally getting to see the person that cares abt me most in the world and the only member of my family that isn't shit

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → rowan

rowan: clem is dumb in terms of nicknames :P

rowan: eh, fine. bored. not rly rn, focusing on school.

rowan: noticed you weren't around to send people into panic attacks so uh where are you if you're not here torturing people

clem: ur named after a bush i think u should let the name thing go neither of us r gonna win

clem: ew school

clem: u doin summer school?

clem: ur really not making this Being A Better Person thing easy, r u?

clem: i'm visiting my brother since i haven't seen him in forever

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → rowan

rowan: mmmmhm

rowan: need something, clementine?

clem: wow full name you sound like my parents

clem: bad comparison

clem: didn't mean to start this off w/ vague threats

clem: but w/e

clem: r u doin good

clem: still lookin 4 bigfoot?

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → rowan

clem: is this rowan?

clem: angry dude that loves bigfoot or whatever?

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → min jae

min jae: lmao

min jae: i thnk ud look better than me in a coffin

min jae: anyways

min jae: i dont thnk it wud matter

min jae: bc errday u look like lady death or smthin

min jae: oh

min jae: is dat d twin u were talkin abt

min jae: id send my regards

min jae: but i dont rly giv a shit

min jae: so send him my fuck u insted

clem: i look better in everything than u

clem: that's so sweet thank u

clem: his name is cas duh

clem: he will b fuckin me thanks ;)

clem: visiting him is better than plath anyway

clem: the security guards here are old af and u can get away with anything

[clementinesterling-blog]

[text] clem → min jae

min jae: srry 2 dsppoint

min jae: bt im still here

min jae: 2 pester u 2 death

min jae: ill make sure u die b4 i do

min jae: wbu bitch

clem: 2 fuckin bad

clem: i had this bomb ass dress i wanted 2 wear 2 ur funeral

clem: i'm doin great

clem: visiting the bae