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inrovina:

“ right. ” he doesn’t buy it. seconds away from a stream of questions to dig beneath accident, something shifts in him when she mentions healing. “ w–what? ” the worry on his face deepens. “ why didn’t you tell me? ” the question leaves his lips as he finally moves, quick to hunt down the pictured plasters she asked for.

returning with one, he carefully reaches out for her arm, cold fingers gently moving like a ghost across her skin. there’s fear in the way he touches her; as though she might break at any second. “ how long has that been going on? ”

                                                                               ‘ I KNEW YOU’D WORRY... ‘ & she doesn’t want more ghosts to plague his mind. stretching out her forearm, she exhales a slow breath, eyes fluttering closed as his icy touch soothes her raw skin, numbing flower veins. ‘ ---a few weeks. it’s just temporary. ‘ she hopes it’s just temporary. in truth, she has no idea. raising her spare hand, she runs her fingers over his cheek, following the map of his skin. ‘ hey, i’m okay. really. ‘ 

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[alyciaforlife]

[starcourtscream]

            ♡   ❛   I   DON’T   WANT   TO    BE    SAFE    !   ❜   ♡  

indie   +   selective   lydia   martin,   a   BANSHEE   from   teen   wolf   (   canon   compliant   excluding   6b   ).   highly   selective   /   private   /   mature   content.   au   &  crossover   friendly.    cherished   by   stephanie.     est.     2014.    ♡    ©

[resurrectedher-deactivated20200]

“you and I both know we were never ‘just friends’, there was nothing platonic about the way my hands would shake for days after you’d touched them.”

— HE. (via pisceswrites)

[diazsperalta]

[lannasroleplaymemes]

PSA: You don’t need to apologize for being inactive.

If you have a lot of crazy stuff happening in your life, do not feel guilty over letting your activity drop while you deal with it.

You can post updates, sure. Your followers will appreciate knowing you haven’t vanished off the face of the earth. But none of them want you to plead for forgiveness and stress yourself out further with what’s usually self-inflicted guilt!

And anyone who expects you to rp during a hard time in your life is toxic and should be unfollowed, if not blocked, immediately. 

You are not there to write for their entertainment. You are a person. You have problems just as much as the rest of us, and that’s okay.

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there’s a second that passes where he simply stares, unable to process the blood escaping out of her skin, before worry becomes alight inside of him and he looks up at her face. “ what—what happened? ”

                                                                           ‘ nothing-- ‘ a sigh. as if he’s going to believe that - obviously something happened. avoiding his gaze, she pokes at the crimson trickling down her arm, running it across her skin as though fingerpainting. ‘ it was an a c c i d e n t. but i... i’ve stopped healing. ‘ she didn’t want to worry him. 

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@intrsive:

heart’s  vision  is  all  but  a  blur  now.  she’s  grown  tired  looking  for  someone  who  so  clearly  doesn’t  want  to  be  found,  but  needs  to  be.  they  say  blood  is  thicker  than  water,  but  why  should  family  matter  if  she’s  never  met  the  missing  girl.  she  heaves  a  sigh,  letting  her exhaustion  be  known  by  those  around  her.

❝  i’m tired of  doing  what  i  have  to  do,  so  where’s  a  good  place  to  go  to  have  some  fun? or  wind  down,  either  one.  ❞

@flcwerveined  liked  for  a  starter.

                                                    THE FACES ON SOME MISSING POSTERS are there because they choose to be - stella can vouch for that. the life of a runaway is full of t e m p t a t i o n - stresses & pressures are lost when you’re a stranger to the neighbourhood. but family ties are never truly cut - forever tethered to those select beings whose blood you share no matter the distance. stella smiles at the stranger, attempting to ignore the tiredness & frustration radiating from her ( maybe she can make it better! ). 

                           ‘ i was gonna’ get a milkshake - d’you wanna’ come with me? ‘

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@inrovina

                                                                 beads of crimson drip down her forearm, staining porcelain skin. heck. ‘ xeno--? could you get me a plaster? the m e r m a i d ones please? ‘

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[alyciaforlife]

Alycia Debnam-Carey as Frances Campbell in A Violent Separation (2019)

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❝    no—    ❞     a sharp whisper;    he won’t let her pull herself apart with guilt the way he has for years.    they will lose themselves in a web of apologies if they are not careful,    torn further apart by their own regrets.    it’s there in her eyes,    that deep,    dark ocean of guilt he has drowned himself in too many a time.    the last thing he wishes is for her to succumb to it too.     ❝    you didn’t…    you didn’t.    ❞     a truth and a lie.    the hurt is there,    written across every inch of his body,    evident in every way from the marks of self-destruction to the way he looks at her with a twisted mixture of fear and longing.    but he would never — could never — believe it was her fault.    this was not her doing.    a cruel game played by the universe,    maybe.    fate turned against them.    punishment for the crime of simply existing and daring to love in a merciless world.    all of that and none of it    —    he doesn’t know.    but what he does know is that there is not a single part of him that blames her.     ❝    this isn’t your fault,    either.    ❞

                                                          HE WILL DEFEND HER WITH HIS DYING breath, choking out excuses with blood & ash in his lungs ( but when he says her name he’ll swear it tastes like s t a r d u s t ). it breaks her heart. she is not the celestial being he believes she is - not anymore. she is full of mistakes & false promises & apologies. she is HUMAN. but she doesn’t correct him this time. maybe, out of selfishness, she wants him to still believe that there is sunlight in her veins & flowers in her lungs. every inch of stella aches to reach out to him - to raise a trembling hand & cup his cheek, to trace the tender skin at the corner of his mouth ( & try not to note the absence of dimples & smile lines she should have given him ). she doesn’t dare, terrified of the cold knife of rejection poised over her heart, afraid that any wrong move will leave her wounded again. he tells her it isn’t her fault & she crumbles beneath the weight of his forgiveness, her mismatched hues glassy as her lower lip trembles. the words spill between her lips before she can swallow them down, spoken in a whisper. ‘ i love you. i’ve missed you so much... ‘ 

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𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑲𝒀 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺.

bloodied knuckles ･ tear stained cheeks  ･ rust  ･ a busted lip ･ claws ･  fangs  ･ a bloody nose ･  chattering teeth  ･  a dark space underneath the bed ･ scratching noises on a wall ･ creaking metal  ･ fog ･ dancing under moonlight ･  blood dripping lips ･ heavy breathing in the dark ･ a feeling of unexplained dread ･ a figure in a dark corner ･ dirty peeling wallpaper ･ a bloody hand print on the wall ･ sobbing in the dark ･ bite marks on the skin ･ eerie whispers ･ a hood covering a stranger’s eyes ･ the growl of a hidden animal ･ the sound of a blade being sharpened ･ a deep, dark forest ･ walking on the streets alone at night ･ a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ･ eyes darting in paranoia ･ a heavy beating pulse ･ the feeling of being trapped ･ struggling to get out a scream ･ boards covering broken windows ･ a quiet graveyard ･ a gas station in the middle of nowhere ･ a road that never ends ･ heavy fog rolling in ･ the scent of blood in the air ･ eerie old photographs ･ walking along train tracks at night ･ a chill going up the spine ･ gathering crows ･ a dusty, dimly lit study ･ mist over a deserted cobblestone street ･ ghost towns ･ shadows around a campfire  ･ the sound of chanting ･ church bells tolling ･ an orange harvest moon ･ a broken down carnival ･  a dirty stuffed animal abandoned ･ wiping bloody hands on fabric ･ nightmares ･ waking up in a panic ･ a power outage ･ heavy lightning storms ･ a secret trap door ･ the feeling of being watched ･ fear from trauma ･ a ouija board set out on a table ･ an eerie doll ･ a scream of anguish & pain ･ withered plants ･ a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ･ owl eyes in the dark ･  curled, dead tree branches ･ a ritual altar ･flickering candles ･ a lantern held up in the dark ･ fear of being followed ･ creaking floorboards ･ repressed, horrible memories ･ clenched teeth ･ soft, echoing piano keys ･ an old book covered in dust ･  many pairs of glaring eyes ･  stumbling in pitch black darkness ･ being stranded in the middle of nowhere ･ tarot cards on a table  ･ a trail of blood

tagged by:  @inrovina <33 tagging:  @bansheeintuition & @intrsive

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[bob-belcher]

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❛ i’ve been searching for you in everyone. ❜

                                                                                        ‘ NO YOU HAVEN’T. ‘  the words spill from rosy brims before she can swallow them down. they won’t stay trapped within her t h r o a t anymore. there is no resentment within her tone, only a sadness that rings out between each syllable, echoing in the silence between them. stella wishes he was right. she wishes he missed her - the girl lost within the galaxies, broken & damaged & beyond repair. but that is not who his heart calls for. ‘ not me. you’ve been searching for--- for elly. ‘ tears gloss over mismatched hues as she finally says the words aloud, drowning in sorrow & heartache with the realisation. ‘ i don’t know how to be her, xeno. i’ve tried. but i don’t know how to be P E R F E C T. i don’t know how to love like she did. i don’t know how to be like she was. i can’t be her. but you... you need her. you love her. i--... i’m not enough. ‘ 

              ANGST FOR SHIPS SENTENCE PROMPTS.