gone girl

WHO      IS      MISS      BLOOMFIELD    ?

[homednew]

*  (  ?  )   queenwolf .

        ALLISON    WILL    NOT    BE    fooled  .    but    she    will    feign    ignorance    for    as    long    as    erin    wants    to    play    the    game  .    ❝    mhm  .    yesterday  .    ❞    she    rolls    out    dough    quietly  ,    dusts    flour    across    it    when    it    is    flat    over    the    counter  ,    and    looks    over    her    cookie    cutter    collection    with    furrowed    brow  .    ❝    i    think    he    might    come    out    and    help    me    with    some    business    affairs  .    ❞    a    measured    pause  ,    the    flicker    of    her    gaze    to    erin’s    face  .    ❝    he    asked    about    you  .    ❞

‘    DID HE  ,     NOW    ?    ’        PERHAPS  ,     THEY ARE SIMILAR in the purse of their mouth  ,     that humored disbelief  .     perhaps they are similar in heart   /    you do not need blood to be family   /   you just need a little bit of love  .     erin feels it here  ,     already  .     she has felt it for so long  ,     with this one  .     her smile comes  ,     mother’d    !     fondness down to the marrow  .     she chooses the daisy shaped cutter for allison  ,     and hums  .        ‘    how nice of him  .     and what did you say    ?    ’

[sputniksea]

[queenknightley]

[bllankka]

🥺🤍

[homednew]

?   ›   codednew .

        SHE    IS    AFFORDED    SOME    caution  .    it    maybe    does    not    come    as    such    a    surprise  ,    all    of    this  ,    everything    she    gives    here  ,    even    if    not    much    at    all  .    erin    bloomfield    is    no    one  ,    with    no    records    of    any    kind  ,    no    background  .    for    all    he    knows    about    her  ,    learned    about    her    these    few    years    she’s    been    around  ,    he    knows    so    very    little  .    but    how    could    he    blame    her  ?    how    could    he    blame    her    when    he    himself    is    a    shadowed    man  ?    a    man    with    few    words    and    fewer    breaches    to    the    walls    he’s    so    firmly    established    around    himself  ,    not    even    his    own    daughter    has    climbed    them  .    

        allison    would    scold    him    for    his    prolonged    silence  .    for    the    doubt    he    instills    in    erin    when    she    is    so    anxious    for    reassurance  .    she    needn’t    ask    for    it  ,    for    that    to    be    clear  .    for    the    obvious    desire    for    comfort    in    the    wake    of    such    a    revelation    as    the    lies    she’s    weaved    to    be    prevalent  .    what    fills    in    the    quiet    is    enough    to    shatter    trust  ,    but    he    doesn’t    want    it    this    way  .    forgive    him    his    fumbling  ;    he    is    still    learning    how    best    to    care    for  ,    how    best    to    be    soft    and    warm    when    he    has    spent    so    long    being    rigidly    cold  .    sometimes  ,    it    takes    him    a    moment    to    come    up    with    the    best    course    of    action  ,    as    he    runs    through    his    options  .    forgive    a    soldier    his    comforts  ,    the    well  -  crafted    mind    he    has    honed    for    so    long  .    it’s    his    heart    that    needs    catching    up  .

        ❝    i    know    who    you    are  .    ❞    and    so    it    catches    up  .    erin    looks    afraid    and    he    doesn’t    blame    her  .    it    wounds  ,    but    he    doesn’t    blame    her    for    that    either  .    chris    takes    another    step    in  ,    palms    still    open    for    her    to    see    in    hopes    of    allaying    her    anxiety  .    ❝    i    know    who    you    are  .    you’re    a    good    mentor    to    the    kids    here  .    a    good    teacher  .    you’re    a    friend    to    some    of    them  ,    too  .    you’re    a    friend    to    my    daughter  .    ❞    here  ,    he    could    touch    her  .    he    could  .    he    leaves    it    up    to    her  .    ❝    i    don’t    care    where    you    come    from  ,    erin  .    what    i    do    care    about    is    you  .    someone    was    hurting    you  ,    and    apparently    still    is  .    what    can    i    do  ?    ❞

TERROR MAKES YOU BITE  .     ERIN HAS NEVER  ,     ever  ,     wanted to bite him  ,     bare her teeth  ,     snarl like the wolves she has grown accustomed to  .     perhaps even that is not fair    —    they are all tinged with sweetness  ,     these lupins  .     it is only erin here  ,     with her fear  ,     with her teeth human and blunt  ,     biting   .     pushing back  .        ‘    doesn’t that scare you    ?    you don’t know who i am    !     i could be     —    i could be here to hurt you  ,     to    —    ’       she is not helping her own case  ,     but forgive her for this  ,     as well  .     WHEN YOU ARE USED TO FAULT  ,     IT IS WHAT YOU KNOW TO STICK TO  .     erin is no different  .

‘     do you know who i am    ?   because i sure    —    i sure would like to know  .    ’        she steps away from him  .     tucks her chin into her chest and hides  ,     for just a moment  .     just one moment  .     this  ,     too  ,     perhaps warrants an oversight  .     she is not a weak thing  ,     but even rome crumbled .        ‘    wait  .     i don’t mean that  .    ’        a moment of collection  ,    of a woman who has learned to fear  ,     and suddenly she is erin  ,    again  .     chin up  .         ‘    any of that  .     i’m sorry  ,    i    —    ’        here  ,     erin steps back in almost out of desperation  ,        HEARMEHEARMEUNDERSTANDME  ,     HEARMEHEARMEFEELME  .

‘    i love your family  .     your friends  .      chris  ,    i swear  .    ’         he has not doubted her  ,     not here  .     it confuses her  ,     leaves her shaken  ,     offering the words she thought she’d have to say when she ran through how confessing would go  .        ‘    i had a fiancé  .     ’         it starts slow  ,    low  .     she looks straight at him  .         ‘   he is an awful person  .    ’        choppy  ,    staccato  ,     a little emotionless herself  .       ‘   i couldn’t leave him  ,     he’d follow and find me anywhere i went  .     this    —    i worked for a long time to set this up  ,     the name change  ,   the   —    this is so much  ,     chris  .    i’m sorry  .     but i guess he found me  .    ’

[homednew]

*  ?  .  ‘ it shows you things . horrible things . ‘

THERE IS SOMETHING SINISTER THAT BLEEDS  /  HERE  .     erin thinks she can spot it in this hellhole of a city  ,     in the dirtyrottedslick of these streets  .     it  ,     he says  .     it  ,     he means    :     truth  .     the truth shows you horrible things  .     she knows what that’s like  ,     too  .     carefully  ,     her fingers curl around the neck of a beer bottle  .     she doesn’t want to take a sip  ,     but she does anyway  .        ‘   i hear you  .     and it’s like    —    mm  ,     it’s like once you see it  ,     you can’t stop seeing it  ,     right    ?    ’       oh  ,     to commiserate over grief with a stranger  .     erin shrugs  .        ‘   what do you do  ,    then    ?    my answer’s run  .    ’

*  ?  .  ‘ @puinsh​ .

[homednew]

*  ?  .  PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS . meta one : eyes .

       erin has prominent, almond - shaped eyes. they are a decent focal point of her        face,    and take up a slightly larger than proportionate surface area.     her eye        color is a rich,   warm brown,   a little more akin to mahogany in terms of color        temperature,                                   as opposed to something with cooler hues.

      the striking aspect of her eyes is not the color,   but the way they turn down at       the outer edges.    this gives her a very dreamy,    very classical beauty sort of       appearance.      she brightens her under eyes enough that she doesn’t always       look sleepy,         but it’s far easier for her to have that sort of a look,        than       someone with upturned, wide eyes.  it works well for her, however, in regards       to the rest of her features,                              along with her desired aesthetic. 

[soughthome]

A S T U D Y I N L I G H T .

[homednew]

?   ›   codednew .

        HE    KNOWS    ALL    ABOUT    pasts    best    left    ignored  .    pasts    best    left    behind  .    if    he    could    undo    some    of    his  ,    he    thinks    he    wouldn’t    for    all    the    things    he    would    lose  ,    but    he    certainly    leaves    them    earth’d  .    buried    beneath    plots    of    land    overseen    by    only    grief  .    she    has    a    plot    of    land    herself  ,    maybe    more    than    one  ,    and    chris    is    loathe    to    disturb    it    with    the    shovel    she    must    think    he    wields  .    whatever    angry    tone    he    must    have    used  ,    whatever    hurt    he    must    have    conveyed  ,    he    swallows    it  .    what    doesn’t    have    a    space    in    a    grave  ,    has    a    place    in    a    box    taped    up    tight    and    left    alone  .    he    shuts    his    hurt    in    one    of    those    boxes    now  .

        it    is    only    the    anger    that    seems    to    escape  ,    smoke  -  thin    and    whisping    from    the    edges    of    his    control  .    chris    regards    the    sweater  ,    the    photograph  ,    with    distaste  ,    the    curl    of    his    lip    something    dangerous  .    a    man    made    for    war  ,    there    in    his    gaze  .    for    moments    too    charged  ,    moments    too    quiet  ,    he    says    nothing  .    only    looks    at    her    haunted    box    and    gathers    his    bearings  .    works    through    scenarios  .    for    moments    too    long  ,    perhaps    he    leaves    her    too    far    in    the    dark  .

        when    he    looks    at    her    again  ,    it    is    like    a    new    dawn  .    concern    overrides    his    upset  .    ❝    erin  .    ❞    bullet    casings    do    not    allow    for    such    softness  ,    yet    the    way    he    says    her    name    suggests    otherwise  .    slowly  ,    he    steps    toward    her  ,    too  ,    and    lifts    his    hands    as    if    he    will    take    her    by    the    arms  .    doesn’t    yet  .    not    yet  .    ❝    you’re    not    going    anywhere  .    tell    me    what’s    going    on  .    ❞    firm  .    controlled  .    only    his    eyes    give    away    his    emotion  .    ❝    let    me    help    you  .    ❞

THERE IS SOMETHING LIKE FEAR IN HER  .     then again  ,     there is always fear in her belly  ,     in the back of her mind  .     sometimes it sounds like a man she left thousands of miles behind  .     sometimes it sounds like her own voice  ,     taunting  ,     a little bit wept  .     coward  ,     she thinks  .     all you do is run  ,     she thinks  .      these people are heroes and what are you  ,     erin    ?     what are you    ?

his silence feels like condemnation  .     feels like an answer enough  .     he is going to leave  ,     he is going to look a liar in the eyes and he is going to leave  .     perhaps it isn’t fair    —    it isn’t fair to think this way  ,     not when chris has been nothing but kind  ,     but good  .     not when he has made her laugh  ,     when they have gone through their own battles here in this faux  -  quiet town  .     chris argent has been kind  ,     and so has his daughter  .     he’s been more than kind  ,     more than she deserved  ,     and it is not fair of her to paint him as leaving  .     but it hurts less  ,     that way  .     when you tell yourself what to expect  .     so he stands in his stony silence  ,     and erin tries to speak once  ,     thrice    —    no sound comes  ,     either  .

the sound of her name is startling  ,     but she thinks only for how sweetly it comes  .     there is worry like plumes of smoke curling pretty at the edges of his voice  ,     but overall  ,     she still feels safe  .     funny  ,    that  .     he can bring the illusion of safety even in the face of her biggest fear  .     without meaning to  ,     words come  .        ‘   i’m not    —    i’m not who you think i am  .    ’        maybe that sounds worse than it is  ,     but to her  ,     she is a liar  .        ‘    about five years ago  ,     i left georgia  .    ’         a whisper  ,     here  .     she does not realize she’s trembling   .        ‘    someone was hurting me  .     i changed my name  ,     and i picked up a new life  .    ’

[homednew]

hello  !  i have exclusives up on my pages uwu i don’t follow duplicates of those muses !

[boofulmemes]

earl prompts !    

❝ why are you doing this to yourself? ❞

❝ luck lasts for a few hours, sometimes a day or two, but not a lifetime. ❞

❝ please come upstairs and i’ll give you something to eat. talk to me for a minute. ❞

❝ there are just so many thoughts inside my head all the time. ❞

❝ i’m so full, i think i’m just going to go to bed. ❞

❝ robbing people was a way of making money, taking someone’s jacket was a way of staying warm. ❞ 

❝ it’s like i wouldn’t be where i’m at. not just physically where i’m at, but mentally where i’m at. ❞ 

❝ honey, this is all because of you and you have to pay the consequences. ❞

❝ i decided the only way to cope was to stay to myself. ❞

❝ hold on, hold on. let me think for a minute. ❞

❝ that hurt. that hurt bad. ❞

❝ the holidays are over. now it’s time for you to go back where you belong. ❞

❝ do you ever have nightmares? ❞ 

❝ i’m just so glad to see that you’re okay, baby. you had me so scared. ❞

❝ it felt like family, real family. ❞

❝ after a while it became normal. if that’s all you know as a kid, you get used to it. ❞ 

❝ i’ll make the best french toast you’ve ever had. ❞

❝ what do you mean “bright”? is there a light bulb over my head like in the cartoons? ❞  

❝ okay, baby, well you just stay right here. ❞  

❝ how about “i love you” or “i miss you” or “you look good”? ❞

❝ everyone crowded around and then somebody gave me a jacket to put under my head and i just lay in the street until the ambulance came. ❞ 

❝ a home is what you make it. ❞

❝ aren’t you too young to be buying beer, son? ❞   

❝ i was used to being locked up. ❞

❝ now i know that i didn’t try very hard either, but i was the child. ❞

❝ but for some reason, even though i was badly hurt, i didn’t feel nothing. ❞

❝ just make sure it rhymes. ❞  

❝ i was playing by myself in the street and found a dime. ❞

❝ but the good feeling didn’t last long. ❞

❝ for a time, i didn’t give a fuck. it was more like an adventure. ❞ 

❝ you wanna go where? to do what? ❞ 

❝ as long as you tell the truth, i will always support you. ❞

❝ it was also the place to find the best sunday dinner. ❞ 

❝ it’s crazy how different songs can bring you back to a certain memory. ❞ 

❝ i needed some money. i was hungry. ❞

❝ but if you give me a soul, i’ve got that for life and i’m going to try my best to bring it to the right place. ❞ 

[1ovestruck]

[codednew]

            𝙄𝙏’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙈𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙐𝙇𝙏 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍’𝙎 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎.

heavily anti-canon chris argent. stolen and revived by rionach.

[homednew]

*  ? .  ‘ is this why you left? or was it something else? was it me? ‘

‘    IT WAS THIS  .    ’        THERE IS NO ROOM FOR MISCONCEPTION when she speaks  ,     now  .     when she offers this like    roots ripped from soil    —    full of pain  ,     tender to the touch  .     erin has her arms wrapped tightly around her middle  ,     but she is not protecting herself from chris  .     she’s protecting him  ,     a little bit  ,     from erin singclair  .    a mess  ,     a situation that wasn’t supposed to exist  .        ‘   chris   . . .   ’        ache  ,     a burn  .     erin wants to touch him  ,     so she steps in once  ,    a little bit pleading  .

‘    it wasn’t you  ,    of course not  ,     i    —    i wanted to stay  .    ’        that night  ,     the careful almost press of his touch  .     the way he looked at her like he might kiss her  .     the way she would have  ,     if he didn’t  .     but the timing was all wrong  ,    and she    —    she wasn’t who he thought she was  .     sometimes  ,     erin doesn’t even know who she is  .     a ghost  ,    maybe  .     a woman who wasn’t supposed to exist  .

there is a box with an old sweater half  -  pouring out of it  .    next to it  ,     a photo of her getting into her car  .     erin looks at it like it is haunted  .        ‘    i don’t know how to explain  .     i don’t know where to begin  .     i’m not    —    i’m going to ruin every calm you guys have    —   i can deal with this  ,    i can   —    ’       the crack of her voice  .      she breaks  ,     just a little bit  .        ‘    i don’t want to have to leave again  .   ’

*  ?  .  ‘ @codednew​ .

[homednew]

erin most prominently pays for things in cash. she doesn’t feel comfortable with credit trails. she doesn’t feel comfortable with trails in general.

[soughthome]

          A N D   O N E   D A Y   ,   S H E   W A S   J U S T   G O N E  .

[rarerpmemes]

THE BREAKFAST CLUB;; STARTER SENTENCES.

❛ We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all. ❜

❛ Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe? ❜

❛ You ought to spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. ❜

❛ I hate it. I hate having to go along with everything my friends say. ❜

❛ When you grow up, your heart dies. ❜

❛ Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place. ❜

❛ Don’t mess with the bull, young man. You’ll get the horns. ❜

❛ I don’t have to run away and live in the street. I can run away and I can go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I could go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan. ❜

❛ Being bad feels pretty good, huh? ❜

❛ Could you describe the ruckus, sir? ❜

❛ What do you need a fake I.D. for? ❜

❛ I’ll do anything sexual. I don’t need a million dollars to do it either. ❜

❛ Eat my shorts. ❜

❛ You know, you look a lot better without all that black shit under your eyes. ❜

❛ So it’s sorta social, demented and sad, but social. Right? ❜

❛ ‘Cause I’m telling the truth, that makes me a bitch? ❜

❛ Naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other. The bartender says, I guess you won’t be needing a drink. Naked lady says… ❜

❛ You do everything everyone tells you to do and that is a problem. ❜

❛ Do you think I’d speak for you? I don’t even know your language. ❜

❛ No, I don’t wear tights. I wear the required uniform. ❜

❛ You’re an idiot anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents, well, you’re a liar too. ❜

❛ I’m thinkin’ of tryin’ out for a scholarship. ❜

❛ Don’t you want to hear my excuse?❜

❛ Why do you have to insult everybody? ❜

❛ Now is this the first time or the last time you do this to me? ❜

❛ You’re kind of sexy when you’re angry. ❜

❛ If I lose my temper you’re totaled, man. ❜

❛ Why didn’t you want me to know that you are a virgin? ❜

❛ I don’t think either one of them gives a shit about me. It’s like they use me just to get back at each other. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever talk about my friends. You don’t know any of my friends. You don’t look at any of my friends. And you certainly wouldn’t condescend to speak to any of my friends. ❜

❛ It’s wrong to destroy literature. It’s such fun to read. ❜

❛ Vodka? When do you drink vodka? ❜

❛ How does one become a janitor? ❜

❛ By the way, that clock’s 20 minutes fast. ❜

❛ I want to congratulate you for being on time. ❜

❛ He’s just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him. ❜

❛ Sweets. You couldn’t ignore me if you tried. ❜

❛ That’s what I thought. You’re a gutless turd. ❜

❛ Keep your fuckin’ hands off me! I’d expect better manners from you, _____. ❜

❛ Just me. Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you. You hitting the floor. Anytime you’re ready, pal. ❜

❛ Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl. ❜

❛ Are you a virgin? I’ll bet you a million dollars that you are. Let’s end the suspense! Is it gonna be… a white wedding? ❜

❛ Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth? ❜

❛ Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off… hoping to God your parents don’t walk in? ❜

❛ You ask me one more question and I’m beating the shit out of you. ❜

❛ What did you wanna be when you were young? ❜

❛ When I was a kid, I wanted to be John Lennon. ❜

❛ _____, you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts? It’s pretty tasty. ❜

❛ Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. ❜

❛ The next time I have to come in here I’m crackin’ skulls. ❜

❛ Are you gonna be, like, a shopping bag lady? You know, like, sit in alleyways and, like, talk to buildings and wear men’s shoes and that kinda thing? ❜

❛ I’m a fucking idiot because I can’t make a lamp? ❜

❛ Yo wastoid, you’re not gonna blaze up in here. ❜

❛ My God, are we gonna be like our parents? ❜

[homednew]

 *   ?   .  ‘ you don’t believe in that kind of stuff, do you ? ‘

‘    WHERE IS ALL THIS COMING FROM    ?    did you watch another horror movie with scott last night    ?    on a school night    ?    miss argent  .    ’        humor is high in the melody of her voice   .    erin throws a look of amused confusion over her shoulder before    returning to wiping the chalkboard clean  .    there is silence from the girl  ,     which isn’t entirely unusual  ,     but erin works quickly  ,     dusts the chalk from her palms     before scrubbing them wet  -  wipe clean  .     the pretty container of lotion on her desk receives one  ,     two  ,     pumps  .     she lifts it  ,     holds it out for allison should she so please  .        ‘   i    —    well  .     i wouldn’t say i don’t believe  ,     but    —    fairytales and monsters  ,     they’ve been told as stories for so long  .     i can’t say i’ve ever seen a vampire  ,     or a werewolf  .     it just seems a bit hard to believe  .    ’       her smile comes sweet  ,     only a touch concerned  .        ‘    is something bothering you    ?    ’

  *   ?   .  ‘ @queenwolf​ .