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@girlfatearch
a plot driven, friends focused + mutuals only multi muse blog featuring characters from various media sources.
* affiliates : 1stliar, algorithymn, lovetold, matriarclair, prettygirlcleanup, red-gate, rivhers, valheys.
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*taps mic* is this thing on??? fjskdsl no but actually i'm super sorry i kinda disappeared 😅 that being said, i think i might move this blog to a fresh one for a fresh start! however, i have been getting back into discord writing if anyone is up for it while i decide if i want to move this blog! i also will still be @blyheart and want to focus on getting some things going there!! cause that's my girl and the ending of season 1 just made me love her even more 🙂↕️
prim lifts her head at the sound of his voice, eyelids still heavy with sleep. she lets her pencil roll to meet where paper meets spine in her tattered notebook, shoulders pulling upwards into a subtle shrug. " not long - just an hour or so. i've only been here for a few minutes. i didn't want to startle you, so i was just going over hazelle's list. " she smiles softly, loose strand of hair freeing itself from the long plait down her back. " posy's sick so i told her i would take over cleaning up around here for today. " prim folds her notebook closed and rises from her seat. she reaches across the table to remove a clean cloth to reveal herbed goat cheese, freshly made from lady's milk that morning. " i brought you some goat cheese ... it'll be perfect with whatever peeta brings over. courtesy of lady, of course. " primrose grins - a face as fresh as a raindrop, a gentle heart. " trust me, you'll love it. "
@lovetold as haymitch abernathy: how long have you been awake?
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Corinne Massiah as May Grant 9-1-1, S09E11
i made it myself, so you have to pretend to like it. for cammie, from hannah
❝ Why do I have to pretend? ❞ Mouth agape, she was stunned! Shocked! Horrified at the thought! Although she isn't from Nashville, Cammie had grown accustomed to the culture. What that entails? A Southern woman lying was like an Angel losing its wings!
HOW OFFENDED WAS CAMMIE, THE WOMAN JUST MIGHT FAINT AT THE THOUGHT!
Grabbing the homemade necklace, strutting around her daughter as she showed off the piece of jewelry. ❝ I'm offended at the thought you'd think I'd lie. ❞ Mimicking the Southern accent of her sweetest, most dearest Sister-in-Law, ❝ What kind of Christian woman would I be if I lied? ❞
" because it's kinda ugly - the colors don't match as well as i thought they would. " bottom lip juts out as she looks down at the beaded necklace, a short huff escaping as she moves to hold the necklace up to the light. she squints, so focused on the way the light reflects off the jewelry that she nearly misses her mother's theatrics. as the necklace is taken from her grasp, hannah's brows knit together as she slowly spins in a circle, following cammie's path around her. smile immediately spreads across her her lips, laugh reminiscent of cammie's bubbling over.
" isn't it a different kind of lie when you're a mom? like you do it to spare your kid's feelings? " as her laughter subsides, she takes the opportunity to evaluate her mother's attempt at blythe's honeyed cadence. " well look at that - you've officially lived in nashville long enough to attempt aunt blythe and not sound absolutely ridiculous. i'm so proud. " she moves to drape her arm across her mother's shoulders, leaning into her. " but i still wouldn't suggest testing that accent out in public. "
OKAYYYYY - i updated my muse list a bit as well as my single muse blogs. i still have some private muses on here, i just didn't list them lol. in order to give my #1 girl rn her own blog, i decided to move enid back here. blythe is now @blyheart <3
asterid's back is faced away from the door, tendrils of hair fallen loose from the ribbon tied in her hair now framing her face as she places the herbs used to make a new batch of salve back on the shelves. she hears the door to the apothecary open then close, and it only takes listening to the first few steps to know who it is. " hi, haymitch. i'll be ready to help you in just a moment. " she places an empty glass bottle on the bottom shelf before she spins to face him, soft smile settled on her features. and before he gets the chance to ask how she knew it was him, she satisfies the curiosity with an answer. " your walk has a specific sound. i think you drag your feet a little or something. " she shrugs before lifting a hand and motioning him behind the counter. " you came at the perfect time. i need to put these - " she pushes several herb bottles in his direction as the clinking glass echoes, before turning to point at the top shelf. " - up there. do you mind? " she wipes her hands off on a nearby rag before tilting her head to the side. " then i can help you with whatever you actually came in here for. i promise. "
@lovetold as haymitch abernathy ,
@exclustab - brought to you by me bc of the influence of @411talk and @troyalexander <3
yeah blythe gave ryan her face and i couldn't love it more
blythe smiles warmly as she nods, blonde waves shifting against her navy blue t-shirt with the movement. " anytime. you know i'm always here, no matter what. that's what sisters are for. " she gently bumps her shoulder into cammie's, careful not to spill her nearly overfilled beer cup while remaining worry - free for cammie's, already half gone before the conversation even started. eyes drift back to the game and excitement bubbles as nashville fire puts themselves on the board. " yes! ha! " she's nearly bouncing in her seat now, shoulders shimmying as she offers to clink her plastic cup with cammie's.
each goal that followed, she reacted the same. the break at the quarter starts and she grins brightly, eyes still focused on the ice. when she speaks, her tone is reminiscent of the times she was up to something, also laced with curiosity. " so the fbi guy, he was with you guys at dispatch that whole time? " she looks to cammie, trying to hold a more subtle smile. " i know you said the guy didn't matter and wasn't the point, but come on. you're not even going to give me a name? "
@411talk as cammie raleigh : thanks for letting me vent a little.
this fit with the teacup is so blythe core
PENELOPE TAFT SINCLAIR WAS RIDDEN IN AGONY. ridden in guilt and grief, she had so much of it inside of her that she was choking with every inhale. she longs for an older sister, one who is in rehab, away - no contact, not that she is certain her sister would've chosen so, if she had a choice. a sister who'd been more like a mother, a sister who had been the glue - only to leave the card house fumbling. they were falling apart, and now penny has a new roommate, one that speaks to her more than just basic appeal. but she can't tell her yet; isn't sure she's safe. she might never be. no one really was, no one besides the same sinclairs. the ones they were born with - the one they were raised with. they stick to blood, blood runs thicker than water.
they're in bed, they're in each their beds, doing each their own thing. when penny's ears registers chit-chatting, but surely she had to be wrong. her senses must be deceiving her - because there was no possible human way that the girl she was living with, was seriously considering those names for her horse. dolly was a choice, but one that she could maybe support. dolly could potentially be cute, but the rest of the names.. the last two, they only got worse and worse. pogo stick. pogo stick was, atrocious. she shakes her head, wrinkling her nose into a scrunch, one of disgust. and then she arches one perfect brow. " you mustn't be serious, please do tell me you are absolutely joking. " eyeing her, not quite with kindness, mostly curiosity. " if you name anything ... pogo stick, i will unfriend you, and i will ask for a new roommate. i will apply for a new roommate - or worse, i'll get you kicked out of school. "
blythe was born to love, her heart as warm as it could possibly be. she was magnetic, her personality bright - what many would call a southern belle. never an act, just her nature. still, she was aware that not everyone desired to have such an open heart from the start, or ever. with penny sinclair, blythe could tell right away she was holding her true self close - behind a fortified wall, if you will. she respected the boundary, but also couldn't help the upturn of her lips whenever she got let in the wall - even just a little, even for just a moment. as penny stares at her in utter disbelief from across the room, blythe realizes this is the first time she's ever seen her face contort in such a way. she nearly laughs, until she's threatened with a new roommate and expulsion. a gasp - playful, but a gasp nonetheless. " i thought they didn't allow new roommates in the middle of the year! "
she waves her hand lazily, letting out a soft sigh. " okay, i think threatening expulsion might be going a little far, don't you think? " blythe's eyebrow quirks, the rest of her features remaining neutral. it only lasts for a few more seconds before a smile tugs at her lips, laughter starting to rise in her chest. " oh come on. pogo stick? listen, i know horses tend to be decent jumpers and all - " she lifts a hand, mimicking a horse jumping over a hurdle. " - but there's no way in hell i'm naming this beauty pogo stick. in my opinion, that's basically derby career ending. " she lifts the notebook so penny could see the list before taking her pen and scratching out pogo stick with ferocity. perhaps overdoing it ... just a little. " look, if you help me pick a name, i'll ... i don't know, learn about one of your hobbies i don't know about. or i can teach you how to ride a horse if you never have ... " blythe sits up now, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. " do you know how to bake? i can make a damn good pie. not exactly perfect, but my daddy taught me well and - " there's a pause as she realizes she's definitely pushing too hard. she clears her throat, her swinging legs gently tapping into the bed frame with her heel. " or ... i will leave you totally alone for several days after this? "
9-1-1: NASHVILLE 🌪️ 1x03 "forces of nature"
blythe's first loss happened before she could even understand the concept - brought into the world while her mother was taken from it. now over forty years later, loss came knocking on her door once again. her older brother, who she'd never lived a second of life without, left them all while on a dinner date with cammie. a dinner date. it felt so incredibly wrong - devastatingly unfair. one of the few things that felt right at the moment was seeing cammie now, despite her broken smile. " oh honey. " there's no hesitation before blythe pulls cammie into a hug as a weighted exhale follows. it was something they both so desperately needed. she rubs soothing circles into cammie's shoulder with her thumb, her cheek resting against brunette waves.
" well ... " blythe gives cammie another squeeze as she steadies herself before pulling away. soft smile intertwined with both hope and grief is etched into her features. " cash finally let me brush out his mane without him getting so restless. " cash was the horse her brother had bonded with years ago, also clearly struggling with mark's loss. " now cam, you don't have to say yes, but if you're up for it, i think you both might enjoy each other's company. " she looks over her shoulder at the manor. " we can also go inside, but just a warning - daddy is inside trying to keep himself busy by cleaning out the cabinets, so we should probably go through the back. " she shrugs, nose subtly scrunching. " i don't really have the heart to say no to him just yet. "
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