barium beryllium.

daisy rollins. indie fandomless oc. selective & private. multi-everything. written by ash/tash. they/them & she/her pronouns.-18. all triggers tagged.

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[daisisridley]

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get to know me meme: [one/∞] actresses → maia mitchell “pick a dress you feel really confident in and then you won’t be worried how you look in pictures.”

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@thefutvre

                      ❛ shit. ❜ she feels like she looks like garbage & feels like garbage as well. the young teenager hasn’t eaten in --- two days, probably. there’s chocolate ice-cream stains coating her t-shirt & sticky note’s stuck to her thigh’s from where she’d attempted to find more room to write dot points once she ran out of room in her books.

               ❛ what the hell are you doing here ? ❜

[daisymades-blog]

B))) i made a thing

[daisymades-blog]

boy, you are too good for me. your blue eyes too ocean like, they make me want to drown with a single glance. your grip on my skin makes me want too melt, my heart is on fire because of you. i am jagged thin elbows and broken glass heart, i am too smart for this world but too dumb to love. you and your corner store cigarettes and candy floss lips make my broken heart sing like it never has before but i can assure you, my melody is not the one you want to hear.

i’m just a girl. he’s like a god. maybe that’s why i’m willing to fall to my knee’s for him. // natasha coard.

[impiovs-blog]

daisymades liked for a starter!

                                        with little time and effort to partake in anything that didn’t involve lounging around on the bleachers with a spliff in his hand, and attracting various dirty looks from teachers with a flash of his smile, lunch breaks were always a bore. in fact, everything associated with school was more commonly mistaken for torture rather than anything. drained mumbles were shared throughout his group of ( —- friends? ) acquaintances, and overly loud cackles enough to echo. they’d point and laugh; and it wasn’t until richard looked up, he seemed to pay attention.

                  a familiar face stood out in-between the clique of cheerleaders, causing a look of amusement to easily strike upon worn features as his eyes managed to wander. when the other girls departed, he stood up and moved forward; slumping down over the seat behind her, arms folded on the barrier with his head nestled against them, a characteristic smirk tugging his lips upward.  

                       ❛      so—- cheerleadin’ now, huh? y’know, i gotta say… never really took y’ for the type.     ❜  

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                                               ❛     you literally know nothing about me.     ❜  

                      he’s not wrong though -- CHEERLEADING isn’t a pass time she ever thought would become apart of her life but her friends are all on the team & begged for her to join them ( she’s never been too good at saying no to her friends. ).

                         perfectly manicured nails are pressed against the girls hands in an almost praying way as she begs the universe to make him go away ( she doesn’t need to see his stupid stupid really pretty face right now. ).   chocolate hues fall in disappointment ( even she knows that the universe is never on her side. ). 

                                                          the young girl’s form shifts from the uncomfortable bench where she’s been told to reside while they practice a routine ‘too complicated’ for a beginner ( as if daisy rollins hadn’t done gymnastics from the second to the ninth grade. ) to spin around, legs crossed atop the metal bench as she glares at him. one brow cocked in displeasure as she crosses her arms over the wildly tiny crop top she’s required to wear.

                     ❛    what do you WANT, richard ? i’m trying to get more extra curricular’s for my college applications, i don’t need to have ‘murdered some stoner douche-bag’ on my criminal record INSTEAD. though, i’m pretty sure the jury would agree that it was JUSTIFIED if they ever had to spend more than five minutes with ---  ❜ your beautiful face.    ❛     with you.    ❜    

[oddfilmstills]

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thiievery

                    though she’d rather let someone who’d willing steal suffer by getting caught, her moods been improved recently & she doesn’t feel as awkward as she usually does ( doesn’t feel like avoiding him completely due to his size. ).  ❛ they fixed the security cameras this morning. you should put it back. ❜ she pauses, fingers digging into her pocket before she slides ten quid into his pocket. ❛ or you could actually buy it. ❜

[ceciliavazquezramirez]

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shothand:

        ❛     shut up, alright ? i’m trying to watch tv… —and didn’t seth tell you not to ask questions ? you should do what he says.     ❜     eyes staring blankly at cartoons moving, twitching, he lifts his hand and turns up the volume.

                  there’s many clear signals that she should keep her mouth shut & try to get comfortable. daisy watches with observing eyes as the kidnapper increases the volume, brow raising slightly as she shifts in the chair. ❛ my boyfriend’s probably looking for me more than my parents are. ❜ she pauses, decides that subject will only anger the other more ( though, she’s already getting the vibe he’d rather not be spending his time with a teenage girl. ).

                       ❛ can i ------------- watch ? do you count that as a question ? that was a question too. sorry. ❜ daisy curls her body further inward, skin crawling at the smell of the room ( her senses becoming overloaded quickly. ). arms tightening around her shins as she attempts to get as comfortable as one can with their wrists bound.

[androidflowers-moved-blog]

I AM SO SORRY that i type like a very excited child , the truth is I’m very excited and I am a child

[alpistachio]

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shothand

                   ❛ —————— if my parents don’t call your brother back or think this is a joke & i’m rebelling against them so they don’t end up paying you, which one of you is going to kill me ? i don’t feel comfortable with the idea of your brother shooting me, he looks angrier. your hands look safer. does that make sense ? ❜

[rydelflawless]

[inferrance-deactivated20200120]

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[daisymades-blog]

                                  there is a brokenness out of which comes the UNBROKEN, a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. there is a SORROW beyond all grief, which leads to joy & a FRAGILITY out of whose depths emerges STRENTH. there is a hollow space too VAST for words through which we pass with each LOSS, out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being. there is a cry DEEPER than all sound whose serrated edges cut the heart as we BREAK open to the place inside which is unbreakable & whole while learning to SING.

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impiovs

                               “ really, dick ?  ” her brows are raised as her fingers screw up in the front of the males shirt, perfectly manicured nails keeping his shirt tightly in her grip. brows raised as jaw clenches, using her grip she tugs him onto the classroom & pushes him in before locking the classroom door & tugging the blinds on the door down. “ i know we’re keeping this private but --- you can’t flirt with my friend. don’t do that. please.  ” & she’s pulling him close against her, body tugged against hers before she rests forearms against his shoulders,  fingertips interlacing behind his head as she tugs him in for a kiss.  heated & hungry the mashing of lips makes her heart flutter & body flush with warmth.

                “  she prettier than me ? that what it is ?  ” & with that she’s pressing her body against the wall, one leg hooked around his calf ( doesn’t care that she seems needy, she is -- protective of what is hers even if she won’t admit they’re together. ). nose is pressed against his as her breathing is low & jagged, body still close as it can be against his.