archived.

it can creep up inside you and consume you

[finclgrlarchived]

private & selective indie oc rp based on the final girl trope. multiple verses available. 21+ only. written by em (23 | she/her)

carrd. ask meme tag. you can also find me on my multimuse. header.

[ladiesofcinema]

HAVANA ROSE LIU as DARBY THORNE NO EXIT (2022) dir. Damien Power

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images

[horrorwomensource]

HAVANA ROSE LIU as SASHA American Horror Stories Season 3, Episode 4 | Organ

[stlowens]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]

[finclgrlarchived]

thinking about taz in another lifetime where that night didn’t happen and she became a best-selling fantasy author… she throws in easter eggs for everyone in the group bc she values their support so much ://

[soulprompts]

the sender and receiver have a brief moment alone together right before the sender is about to go on a particularly dangerous journey. send in " if i don't come back... " for the sender to attempt a discussion about the possibility of them never seeing one another again.

alternatively, send in " you're coming back. " for the receiver to be the one who's about to go on a particularly dangerous journey, and the sender to try and reassure them or avoid the conversation entirely.

[soulprompts]

the receiver has told the sender that they haven't slept for several days due to intense nightmares, and asks them to stay the night so that they might be able to sleep. send in " i stayed. " for the receiver to waken the next morning and find the sender to still be sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

alternatively, send in " you stayed. " for the sender to waken the next morning and find the receiver is still sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

[userboygenius]

Havana Rose Liu in AMERICAN HORROR STORIES, 3x04 "Organ", directed by Petra Collins.

[fatimazainab]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[kazs-inej]

FLEABAG: S02E01 SAM SAX: HYDROPHOBIA

[lastcrush]

open to  :  anyone, 22+ muse  :  jester flores.  24.  drummer of fruitpunch.  they/she plot  :  one of my bandmates always hooks up with someone after the shows in the space we share so i’m left to fend for myself and you’re sympathetic to my plight

          jester isn't sure why they expect things to be different now that fruitpunch has gained some modicum of popularity.  fletcher still brings girls back to their shared room , forcing jester out for a couple hours to fend for themself.  at least the hotel bar is nice.  she noisily sips at what remains of a colorful non-alcoholic drink , moving the straw in the melting ice to get what she can out of it , and doesn't register that someone's asked them a question until it's too late to play it off.  they look up at the stranger and gesture to the empty seat next to them.     "     go for it.  i know why i look sad and lonely , but why are you here at     "    —  they tap their phone screen for the time  —     "     almost one in the morning  ?  your roommate put a sock on the doorknob too  ?     "

[finclgrlarchived]

damn her work, for making this a mandatory conference. although she could usually leave her apartment for things like essentials without too much worry, an overnight trip at a hotel included too many variables for anastasia to truly feel safe. the trip had gone about as well as she was expecting, anyway— a delayed flight out of california, her preset rental car being MIA when she finally does land, and now the hotel was telling her they were still working on fixing a broken pipe in her room.

she feels bone weary as she lugs her suitcase into the hotel bar, eyes scanning the room first (one of the perks of it being after midnight, most people had gone to bed).

probably shouldn't sit alone....

finally she settles on someone who looks close in age to her, pulling up to their left and trying her best to smile like she means it. "is anyone sitting here?" when they don't respond immediately it admittedly stings a little bit— until she realizes they didn't hear her at first, dropping into the seat with a burdened sigh. "roommate? no, i'm— they're fixing a uh, pipe in our room." as if she was about to announce that she was staying there alone. "flight got delayed, they're working on something in the lobby." a nod as if to cement that story, before the bartender makes their way over.

"um, just a glass of water, please." she adjusted her watch to check the time again, hoping she wouldn't be down here for too long. anastasia thought about letting the conversation drop... but thinking of all of the people she had to talk to tomorrow made her realize she definitely needed the practice. "did your roommate really kick you out at one in the morning? that sucks, i'm sorry. have you been down here long?"

[finclgrlarchived]

@loveforum sent: [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds , from jester!

anastasia lost herself sometimes. it usually wasn't for long, and she usually didn't go very far, but she was lost all the same.

she'd been standing in the kitchen, holding a glass of water and deciding what to make for lunch. it had been a rather mundane afternoon, so to speak, until she suddenly remembered that it was kennedy's birthday. or rather, it would have been. lunch forgotten she was suddenly struck by the memory of the last birthday they spent together. they'd gotten italian food, just the two of them.

kennedy had dished on who was driving her nuts in her art history class and why she was so sure this was finally gonna be the semester she dropped out to become a model. anastasia had listened dutifully, happy to be in the company of her best friend and roommate with how often they'd been apart due to classes and other commitments. stuck in the memory, anastasia wants to scream. wants to warn kennedy about the real villain in her life. but she can't open her mouth. she can't move. all she can do is sit there and smile as kennedy speaks.

she can hear someone calling her name like a faraway whisper, startling as she realizes jester is now at her shoulder— the glass in her hand now shattered. "oh, sorry." she apologizes before she can stop herself, knows she doesn't really have to. "i um— it's nothing." nothing she says, while her hand bleeds from the cut now blossoming across her palm. she says nothing when jes carefully leads her out of the kitchen and to the bathroom, a little bit embarrassed that day to day life still kicks her ass in the most unexpected ways. sitting on the toilet seat, she does feel grateful that she at least isn't going through this alone. a breath in and out. at least there's that.

as jester takes her hand in theirs she watches them closely, committing the features to memory. the antiseptic burns but she doesn't pull her hand away, just murmurs a soft "thank you" and hopes that jes can tell how much she means it.

[finclgrlarchived]

statistical character analysis quiz!

click on the linked text above to take a personality quiz from the perspective of your muse & then list the ten you feel match the most!

dana polk (cabin in the woods) — 80%

frodo baggins (the lord of the rings) — 78%

peeta mellark (the hunger games) — 78%

pam beesly (the office) — 78%

lila crane (psycho) — 77%

anita "needy" lesnicki (jennifer's body) — 76%

belle (beauty and the beast) — 73%

willow rosenberg (buffy the vampire slayer) — 73%

nancy wheeler (stranger things) — 73%

ben wyatt (parks and recreation) — 71%

[finclgrlarchived]

thinking a lot about taz going to bed that first year after the attack happens, always sleeping with her back firmly pressed against the wall and installing like... four deadbolts on her bedroom door because she's afraid that david's going to come back somehow.

[finclgrlarchived]

if you have any info on a google doc, please have that listed somewhere so i can log out of my account before i access it

[tvandfilm]

Pushing Daisies | 1x01 “Pie-lette”