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Taissa Farmiga and Emma Roberts as Zoe Benson and Madison Montgomery in American Horror Story: Coven

#killerot‌#! ZB / FACE CLAIM.

* ---- killerot· !

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. her eyes turn from the door, back to zoe, and there’s the smallest of smiles on her face. ❛❛ i don’t know, ❜❜ she says, despite the quirk of her lips. ❛❛ ——— if it was worth the trouble, i mean. there’s something wrong, and i can feel it. can’t you? ❜❜ her brows knit, and she looks into zoe’s eyes, searching them. ❛❛ you’d think that i’d be loyal to him, for bringing me back, like, thankful, but he doesn't … seem like us. witches. ❜❜ warlocks be damned, as he doesn’t feel like them, either. ❛❛ honestly? this place gives me a bad feeling, all around. they’re planning something, or they’re just swinging around what little clout they have. ❜❜ she clears her throat, taking another drag of her smoke, blowing it to the fireplace. she wants to apologize, but the words get stuck in her throat. she purses her lips, strawberry - pink and so, so alive. ❛❛ i’ve got a third chance, and i’m not going to fuck it up. ❜❜ she comments, glancing at zoe before she stamps out her cigarette and throws it into the fire. she then stands, black dress spilling out from her like black ink. she fiddles with her hands, picking at a nail, before she turns to zoe ——— there are things she wants to say ( especially about hell, what it was like, what she wants to do to avoid it in the future ), but she doesn’t know how, so she merely looks at her, the lean in her posture causing her to rest against the table.

AND WHAT WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO SAY BACK------- madison was ripped from this world because of her, and spire-shocked she should be dead, too with her intwined due to power-lusted tests. BUT ZOE’S DEATH WAS NOTHING, not even the coldness that dark could be. it contrasted with the madison, she could feel that she was aged with a time zoe wasn’t able to count here on the ground -------WAS SHE GOING TO BRING UP HER HELL? the nightmares she still had from the seven wonders of being abandoned over and over again. * SEVEN LEVELS OF HELL, and zoe guessed where madison landed in that. at least there was still something. zoe opened her mouth with the same intent as the once-actress, but she closed her lips again. hell wasn’t polite dinner conversation, and being buried six feet under in this cell of a school. all she could think about was the heavy candles and the acute smell of body spray. she longed for sandwood candles and palo santo and the stark white walls clean and flickering with life.

she looked up at the walls, fluttered lashes before looking back at madison. they can do this: together ❛❛ -----------how do we fix it? ❜❜

#killerot‌#! TIMELINE / APOCALYPSE.

theconjvring

“I think… before you walk out that front door, you have to figure out who you are. When you have more of a sense of who you are, you can take on the world.”

funeralbelle

American Horror Story 3x01: Bitchcraft.

#! ZB / KS.#! ZB / SCENES.#this scene cleanses me.#also when you think about how they could have had #a healthy and happy relationship without #het normative sex kills me.

snowluthor

I feel weird saying ‘no’. I don’t want them to think I’m… I’m not a team player.

#shes so great #! ZB / FACE CLAIM.

* killermutt· / ks

❛ n - no .. m’ sorry , did i wake you ? ❜ tongue to cheek , digging into raw & bloody flesh , the boy hunched in the gloom of their bedroom , illuminated only by the dim moonlight bathed silver ‘cross the rumpled bedsheets. tangled around his hips , the mutt shifted ‘pon their bed , turning away from zoe to drag rouge knuckles against swollen lids , teeth sinking into the side of his tongue hard enough to draw fresh ichor. he was having a bad night. jolting out of his nightmare in a cold sweat had been bad enough , but waking up zoe had been an accident , leaving kyle with a nag of guilt. ignoring the bitter rush of copper over his tastebuds , kyle carded long fingers through his hair. ❛ g - go back t’ bed , baby , i just need a minute. ❜

@kiillercunt / closed starter !

zoe, heavy lid and sleep-touched, instantly found herself crawling to him. the beds still small, and she was now used to the tension of his body next to hers, feeling the light breaths of his nose on her shoulder, the shuffles to hold her closer. intwined! they slept as though the other would not awaken the next morning-------- and zoe found herself behind kyle, ignoring her words and wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek on the back of his neck. she, too, wrapped in the sheets and an oversized button down t-shirt that smelt like him, and her fingers ran up and down his waist, stomach, and up to his chest. her fingers warm, perhaps from magic or perhaps imagination, and the girl sighed against his skin and held him to her chest. ‘ i’m not going anywhere. we’re together. ‘ she informed him, hair sticking to his skin and the usual polished strains stuck up wildly, untamed. zoe held him closer.

#killermutt‌#tbt

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Taissa Farmiga as Karen McClaren in Wicked City 1x02 Sneak Peek ’Running with the Devil’.

#when you take your husbands vape away but he pulls out a juuls right after.

* killerot· / mm.

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐎𝐄, a cigarette between her teeth. she lights it with no effort, taking a drag and blowing the smoke toward the fireplace. hawthorne’s isn’t perfect, and neither is the situation, but as madison straightens her back, hazels locked on zoe, she crosses her legs. ❛❛ so, michael, ❜❜ she begins, flicking ashes onto the floor. warlocks. she takes another drag, then glances into the fire. ❛❛ what do you think of all of this? ❜❜ she waves her hand, cigarette indicating the walls around them. ❛❛ do you think this guy is stronger than cordelia, or is this all just a game for the warlocks to show us how big their dicks are? ❜❜ a smirk, pink lips parting to blow smoke. we knew. madison doesn’t address it, doesn’t bring that up, not yet. she doesn’t have a leg to stand on, as she allowed zoe to die, and kyle’s pain became her pain, and together ——— they didn’t need madison. she gets it, but she also doesn’t know how to bring up her own pain, so she covers it with more smoke, with a cutting glance toward the door, knowing that the warlocks are waiting, knowing they’re whispering amongst themselves. / @kiillercunt

❛ WARLOCKS------- and i thought we had problems. ❜ she tried to jest, but it came out boney and brittle, like her very own skeleton was being coughed up from her lungs. she was still a ghost, a memory and a tale from hell, a casual scary story over a camp fire that zoe didn’t expect to have to live with again. but she still smiled, just barely, as she looked back at the fireplace. ❛ this place is no way to live. you’d think they were vampires, not warlocks. ❜ she said again before she looked back over at madison, and now, fully, taking her all in. SHE LACKED THE DARK CIRCLES, THE CRUEL CURVE TO HER FROWN, and zoe wondered what hell actually did to her. what it was like down there. history had happened, time moved even if it didn’t for her. ❛ but he brought you back. so i suppose he can’t be all bad. ❜