you're a good kid

indie selective mary christiansen from dream daddy. moderate/low activity. est. july 30, 2017. written by tara.

[doublefiist]

please like this if you guys wouldn’t mind me moving mary to my multimuse!

[doublefiist]

please like this if you guys wouldn’t mind me moving mary to my multimuse!

[doublefiist]

please like this if you guys wouldn’t mind me moving mary to my multimuse!

[doublefiist]

please like this if you guys wouldn’t mind me moving mary to my multimuse!

[doublefiist]

please like this if you guys wouldn’t mind me moving mary to my multimuse!

[sororsam-blog]

tara’s semi-hiatus notice???

hey squad! so, i am studying abroad this upcoming semester and the time has come that i’ve put everything off so much that i gotta do it all at once. that means im gonna be scarce-ish over here on turnbob dot corn!

i’m almost certainly still gonna be on once in a while as im settling in and then will resume my usual amount of activity!

but this week is probably gonna be pretty quiet because ya girl needs to pack. i’ll be around on sk.ype and dis.cord so if you wanna add me on either of those, please do! ily all and my activity is probably not even gonna change that much rip but just in case, here’s this

xoxo!!! <3 tara

[doublefiist]

okay no i think that took it out of me rip

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knifewhiskey:

              the air is an  uncomfortable  weight on his shoulders ,   and he tries to shrug it off .          ❛     no ,   i  get  it .   think it’s smart to keep an eye out ,   actually .    a    —     ❜          the word  ‘ scumbag ’  never leaves his tongue .    what if marilyn was still around ?    he knows how destructive  love  can be ;   and he knows he’d do  anything  to keep his wife close ,   even if it meant    —         ❛     joseph’s a …    mary ,   he’s a  piece  of work .    playing happy family with the  new  kid  is probably just some kind of fucked up  scam .    if i were you ,   i wouldn’t let him get to me .     ❜

        the conversation is strange. it’s like going for routine shots: the sting never changes, but she’s so used to it now that it’s dull, distant. she shrugs.   ❛    eh. it’s always the same story. he ropes some poor bastard in–––– present company excluded, of course–– you’re a gem and i know you know i know that.   ❜    she heaves a sigh before she continues. ❛   he breaks their heart. breaks what’s left of mine. he’s got this real small chisel for what’s left––––   ❜    mary snorts out a laugh at herself. it’s flat, tired.   ❛    anyway... you know, what’s the point of keeping an eye on him if he’s never gonna change? i’m as hardened to it as i can be, i guess, so. what else can i do?   ❜    is she asking? maybe. mary finds herself flung so often between desperation and apathy that it’s hard to tell the difference anymore. it all just feels.., tight, in her chest. and numb.

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me, two weeks later: i gotta take a hiatus

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knifewhiskey:

—   @doublefiist   -   ❤ .

              ❛    you think it’s  suspicious ?   i mean ,  if he  is  spending more time with the  new  kid  than  you …    ❜          something bitter toys with his tone   —  joseph  is always a touchy subject .

         ❛    yeah, i mean... it’s kind of pretty much always suspicious, you know?    ❜     mary fiddles with the cross at her breast, as if it has any significance to her. it’s a uniform, a badge. a collar.   ❛    i shouldn’t... i really shouldn’t fucking care anymore, so...   ❜

[drownerrs]

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me to partners: please take however long u need to reply literally reply whenever pls dont ever feel pressured ever okay u matter

me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they'll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me

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@brokcnholy liked for a thing!

“You remember that fucking hiking retreat we did in college? When it poured while we were sleeping?” Mary looks up at him from where she’s sitting on the edge of her bed. “Act of God, you’d said. And thank goodness you left your guitar in your dorm. Had to throw out my bible.” She chuckles at her hands folded in her lap. “That trip fucking sucked. None of us had the foresight to check the weather before we left? Or maybe the meteorologists fucked up, I don’t know.”

She throws him another glance that doesn’t meet his eyes. Hell, it’s so fast she’s not even totally sure he’s looking at her. Eyes downcast to her lap again, she says,

                     “–––––– I miss that.”

                                                                              I miss when we were friends.

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@doverghosting liked for a thing!

Mary leaned heavily on the doorframe of Robert’s house, half-heartedly knocking, impatient for his response to the bell she’d rung... what, twice? Three times? She was drunk. Fuck it. May as well have been 80. Once he opened the door, she started speaking, barring him from any chance of questioning her. He probably wouldn’t, but... precaution.

“Joseph fuckin’.... took the kids on his goddamned––– boat. Said it was... a ~little adventure~ like he had nooooooo fuckin’ idea what a... a power play that was. Taking a little vacation from Mommy. Just fine-and-fucking-dandy.”

She stopped, blinking at her friend for a moment, forgetting why she came. Her lids feel heavy (she’s a few shots and three wine coolers in) and she thinks of sleep.

Ah. Yes.

“Can I crash here? I don’t wanna be in that fucking house. In his fucking bed. S’not even my fuckin’ bed anymore, you know? It’s his, it’s all his. His house, his bed, his kids––” 

Mary’s voice catches and she thinks, vaguely, that it would be a good time to stop talking.

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@bettcrthanalright liked for a thing!

     “Hey, kid,” Mary murmurs, leaning up against the arch that loomed over the stage where the famous DiscMaster Quinn (or some such bullshit) had been assigned to play. “Give you ten bucks to play Wrong Way by Sublime.” No harm, no foul, right? Kids aren’t gonna get the gross subtext, and it’ll rattle Joseph. Her husband always seems to have an extra stick rammed up his ass during these... functions. Hell, maybe the good lord would send down a miracle and it would loosen him up a smidge. Either way, it would make at least 30 seconds of this teen fucking dance a little more tolerable, no matter which outcome ensued.

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