forget the horror here.

𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑖'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.

[krys4lis]

#KRYS4LIS,  an independent, selective and private  multimuse  featuring characters from fandoms such as smallville, veronica mars, g.ossip girl, oth and more.  established in july of 2023.  looked after by lily, she/her, 24.   disc.ord available to mutuals. lana sideblog: @missl4ng

a study in:  never feeling good enough,  being failed by role models,  swimming against one’s self-fulfilling prophecy,  scathing regret after head-banging against the same old brick wall  [...]  but also exhausted soft souls,  fingers dusting off scraped knees,  and sparkling hopeful eyes at a new day blooming over the lookout.

in heavy affiliation with ... @mastermicd ▹ @nosuperm4n ▹ @trvstbroken ▹ @unitedleader ▹ @venustrape

[paralyziingfears]

closed starter for @krys4lis from dan humphrey. / sc.

❛  you  know,  it's  almost  fall  which  means   —   cold  weather,  hot  chocolate,  pumpkins  ...  ❜  dan  told  serena  over  the  phone  in  a  sing-song  voice,  a  bright  smile  illuminating  his  face.  he  was  excited  for  fall  to  come  to  new  york,  it  was  his  favorite  time  of  year.  a  soft  chuckle  breathlessly  passes  his  lips,  ❛  you  are  down  to  carve  pumpkins  with  me,  right  ?  don't  break  my  heart  now,  serena  van  der  woodsen,  i  couldn't  take  it  !  ❜

[krys4lis]

if they were face to face, her dimples would've already given away the dazzling smile tugging at her lips. thank gucci for telephones: they still left a little room for mystery. ❝ well, if you insist...i'd hate to add heartbreaker of brooklyn to my list of accomplishments on your behalf. ❞ the smile lingers as she lets him sweat for exactly half a second longer, ❝ i'll be your pumpkin-carving date. but only if you promise to keep the knife pointed at the victim of our festive enthusiasm and make me an actual dinner afterwards. deal, mr. jack-o'-lantern? ❞

@sliceofrapookie!

[krys4lis]

"you look awful. i mean, you look sad." blair/serena

you could always count on blair for a little blunt honesty. tact had never exactly been her specialty, but she was trying, in her own blair-ish way. and relationship drama or not, serena was willing to give her credit for that.

❝ i really appreciate the correction, but i'm not blind. ❞ a faint smile tugs at her lips. ❝ i think i'm currently living proof those two things can be true at the same time. ❞ sometimes a girl just needed to throw her hair into a messy bun and bury her feelings in berry & ben's.

she extends a spoon toward her best friend like a peace offering. ❝ do you think you could suspend your carb cleanse for, like, half an hour and join me? strength in numbers. ❞

[krys4lis]

it turns out sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. ( will @ zoe! )

❝ for whatever reason, i think they skipped that lesson in med school. ❞ zoe bought into it: that if you studied, practiced, aced every test, you would be the best doctor in the room. what once gave her anxiety, fuel to keep moving up the formative ladder, was now a comfort too long gone to reach from the day-to-day of a real hospital.

while she used to feel perfectly up to speed, now she felt like she was constantly catching up to reality, with the added pressure of making it look effortless. but not will. he was wired for the impossible decisions in ways she could never be.

❝ waiting on results would've killed that patient. you acted on your gut instinct, and it worked: is it just luck, practice, or a sixth sense you've developed from both? ❞

[story1ines]

@krys4lis asked: [TXT] : this reminded me of you! / serena to dan humphrey, and it could be a vintage pen or a plushie, anything goes!

[SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: ..i have so many questions. [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: is it the expression? [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: if you're saying i look like a mildly concerned woodland animal… [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: …you're probably right. [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: i kind of love him.

[krys4lis]

[SMS / CONTACT: dan 💖 / SENT ]: it's cute, like you! [SMS / CONTACT: dan 💖 / SENT ]: it even has your puppy dog eyes. [SMS / CONTACT: dan 💖 / SENT ]: it's only missing your sarcastic side-eye when i say that i will only eat one more cinnamon roll at starbucks. [SMS / CONTACT: dan 💖 / SENT ]: so, what do you say? do you think cedric is ready for a little brother to have to share your love with?

[mecwmellc]

@krys4lis sent ‘ am i ? … dead ? ’ / au where lexie survives to mark!

it takes a minute for mark's brain to catch up to his ears and when it finally does he wants to explode. thankgodthankgodthankgodthankgod. the plane still crashed and he's probably definitely gonna have nightmares for a few months, but there was still a pulse for lexie and they'd gotten her back to the hospital in time to keep her alive. hours later and no one had really moved. meredith was holding on to lexie's hand like it was a lifeline, it basically was, and arizona hadn't even blinked. meredith had somehow talked the other twisted sister into getting everyone snacks, noticing that she was on the edge. "no, no, you're not dead," mark answers as he holds back tears. "you're very much alive and we're so happy."

[krys4lis]

one second they were flying to boise memorial for the twins' surgery, and the next —

the crash. metal. something impossibly heavy pinning her down, digging into her abdomen. easily a contender for the three least comforting bodily sensations she'd ever experienced.

all she could think about while she yanked uselessly at what was left of her seatbelt was how painfully obvious it had become that she wanted neuro. she'd finally figured it out, and she'd never get to tell derek she wanted him to teach her.

that brought her to meredith, and how she hadn't told her often enough that she was a good sister. she'd said it before, sure, but never enough.

and mark...she had told mark she loved him. but knowing them, the stars would probably never align long enough for her to hear him say it back.

this could very well be heaven, and god throwing her one last bone — letting her say everything she'd run out of time to say. but if mark said she was alive, if the steady beeping of the monitor agreed with him, then she'd believe it. at least until the angels started singing like a virgin.

❝ i'm happy to see you too. ❞ the words come out rough around the edges. instinctively, she tries to push herself up on her elbows, only for a sharp protest to ripple through her body: okay. maybe staying still was the better plan for now. ❝ w-what happened? is... is everyone okay? ❞

[mastermicd]

rachel berry, @krys4lis liked for a mbf one liner !

❝ sippin' on my go-go juice, i can't be blamed ! ❞

[krys4lis]

❝ quinn, you sound like april rhodes right now, and that's...deeply concerning. ❞ enough so to make rachel consider giving up her future tony award before sitting here and watching quinn drink her guilt away. ❝ are a couple mistakes really worth risking everything you've worked so hard for? not to mention waking up in an ice rink that smells like trucker sweat and puke? because i'd really hate for your future to get derailed over boy drama, however cute the sources of your emotional turmoil may be. ❞

[userlindley]

GLEE 1.01, “Pilot”

[luckbabe]

no offense, but if you're the last to know, that's on you. / rachel to mr. schue abt other glee club members feeling misvalued?

were these kids under the impression that he had no personal life? that somehow his existence revolved around the glee club? so he's been a little distracted, teaming up with sue to take down coach beiste was surprisingly time-consuming, but he had not expected the trademark resourcefulness of the star of his club to reach new heights. “ that's enough of that. rachel, you're better than this. which is how i know you'll make this right. ” mr. schue folds his arms across his torso, stepping into the role the students seem to perceive him as. sage, collected, present. “ also, should i be concerned that you just happen to know the location of a crackhouse? ”

stirring the pot prompts.

[krys4lis]

rachel hated it — the fact that she needed mr. schue. how much power he held over her, and, by proxy, his disapproval in her. she wants to believe he'd never be deluded enough to kick her out for her spotlight-addicted attitude, but truth is, in lima, there weren't many opportunities to showcase her talent as it was. she needed glee club. it was her first standing ovation, her nyada application, and tangible proof that high school hadn't been four years of eating lunch alone.

❝ my parents and i drove past it on our way to a west side story adaptation a couple weeks ago. the theater was...geographically challenged. ❞ she avoids eye contact, her grip tightening on her pink sweater. ❝ sunshine probably would issue a restraining order against me if i ever tried to contact her again, mr. schue. and as for my attitude, it's not something i have a choice in. ❞ chocolate hues raise to meet their leader, a little fire returning to her gaze. ❝ i want the things i love so badly it consumes me. sometimes it helps me achieve my goals, gives me the determination it takes to make it in the performing arts, but other times, and specially when it comes to people, it...makes me a problem. i know that. but i can't be rachel berry halfway. not even for you. ❞

[story1ines]

krys4lis asked: [TXT] : i know you're awake. / from rachel berry to finn hudson

[ SMS / CONTACT: rachel / SENT ]: yeah. i'm awake now. [ SMS / CONTACT: rachel / SENT ]: what's going on, rach? [ SMS / CONTACT: rachel / SENT ]: are you okay?

[krys4lis]

[ SMS / CONTACT: finn 🩷 / SENT ]: i couldn't sleep. brittany is rambling in her sleep about a unicorn revolution and santana is having a nervous breakdown about a white hair in the bathroom. i'm surprised you guys didn't hear. [ SMS / CONTACT: finn 🩷 / SENT ]: what if it's all been for nothing? what if we don't qualify for nationals tomorrow? [ SMS / CONTACT: finn 🩷 / SENT ]: as my fellow captain, i figured you'd be the only one to understand the...weight of my concern.

[krys4lis]

no one can completely change who they are. / helen

smallville's very own intrepid reporter wields the statement like a sharpened blade. helen recognizes it for what it is almost instantly: a warning. maybe even a kindness.

she doesn't doubt chloe means well. but people are rarely motivated by only one thing: it can be true that chloe wants to spare her future heartache and equally true that she doesn't want to carry the guilt of staying silent if everything goes wrong.

what always fascinates helen about this town is how eager everyone seems to sort people into categories: hero. villain. trustworthy. dangerous.

as though lex luthor were the only person walking around in shades of grey.

❝ that may be true. the question is, why would that be anyone's goal? ❞ moments like this make the gap between them feel wider than a few years should allow. disappointment has a way of teaching you that people don't always let you down by being dishonest about who they are — sometimes they let you down by being exactly who they said they'd be all along, and more often than not, the fault lies in refusing to believe them. ❝ if you reject someone's nature enough to want to change it altogether, wouldn't it be better to just part ways and let them live in peace as they are? ❞

[krys4lis]

“ i have no response to that. “ helen!

helen doesn't consider herself a woman ruled by impulse, but she can't quite suppress the pleased smile that tugs at her mouth. ❝ don't worry, i famously have that effect on people. ❞ she settles beside her colleague, maybe even a future friend, and decides to offer something more useful than a verbal wake-up call. it seems unfair to leave with nothing but her ego pleasantly stroked.

❝ but it shouldn't be anyone else's arguments that decides this for you, no matter how logical they may sound. love isn't logical. and the day you start expecting it to be is the day you're five steps away from spending your friday nights alone with a glass of cabernet and a stack of medical journals — trust me, i speak from experience. ❞ she takes a sip of coffee, retreating just enough behind the line between helping and oversharing. ❝ do you want derek back? nostalgia and impossible odds aside? ❞

[paramores]

ONE TREE HILL (2003-2012) 2.03 | Near Wild Heaven

[embodies]

logan is at a distance from the action : so much so, he doesn't actually know what that action entails. and it's refreshing, when buffy is so insistent on plans of action and duty, and giles harps on about his teachings and why faith is simply too reckless to make it as a slayer if she continues down this road. it's nice to get away. even if that escape route is filled with sometimes completely uninvited snark.

she takes a minute to wash down her bite with a glug of beer, but equally as she swills it down rummages her mind for a suitable metaphor that doesn't give the game away. ❛ so imagine you're like, a vamp hunter— right ? ❜ she can imagine the gang's horror at her speaking about it in plain sight like this, but relax a little, how's he gonna know she's serious ? ❛ and all the other hunters are so down in the dumps about the good of humanity and victory over evil and all that holier - than - thou crap. but really you're just in it for the love of the game. ❜

she doesn't know what her throughline is really, the point of the explanation that will round it off as the metaphorical rambling that it really isn't. faith mulls it over another burger bite, plucking the pickle out to eat separately between two deft digits.

❛ how do you get along when your end goal is just so fuckin' different ? ❜

[krys4lis]

he has no idea who decided he was qualified for a heart-to-heart, but he is here anyway, half a cheeseburger in hand, so he might as well commit. honor the in-n-out gods and move on. but somewhere between his third and fourth fry, she starts talking about vampire hunters and moral superiority and he's about two seconds away from deciding she's either deeply committed to a bit or just fully unwell. honestly, it could go either way.

luckily for her, he's always had a thing for certified crazy chicks. makes life less boring.

he props his elbow against the table, chewing slowly, watching her like she's a mildly entertaining documentary he didn't mean to click on. ❝ okay, translation: you're being judged by someone with a pole up their ass for doing something you actually enjoy, and you're annoyed because you don't fit their very serious little worldview. ❞ a beat. ❝ and for the record, that's not a vampire hunter problem. that's just a you're surrounded by insufferable people problem. happens to the best of us. ❞

he shrugs slightly as he takes another fry, like he's marinating in his own wisdom. ❝ short answer? you don't. you don't make them get it, you don't win them over, you just…don't let them turn your life into their group project. ❞ he takes a bite off the burger, as if sealing the advice. ❝ vamp slay as you will, just don't expect applause from the church crowd. ❞

[krys4lis]

it turns out sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. / helen

after all the times chloe had tried to dissuade her from committing to a certain morally grey character, helen couldn't quite hide the flicker of surprise in her gaze. her cheeks were still pink from the walk over to the talon. ❝ and what exactly happened to make an idealist like yourself come to such an unsettling conclusion? ❞ a brow arches, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. ❝ i have some time until my next shift, so i'll buy the coffee. let me guess: double shot, double foam, no sugar? ❞

[tess-mercy]

Dr. Helen Bryce | Smallville - 2.09 "Dichotic"

[variations]

❝ tell me that last part again. ❞

@krys4lis, veronica & logan.

[krys4lis]

❝ something tells me your hearing is bionic as per usual, and me repeating what i just said is only going to greenlight one of your famous verbal smackdowns, so i plead the fifth. ❞ he shifts back against the hotel pillows, one hand digging through a carton of chinese food for his next target: a piece of lemon chicken. ❝ next time, come with a recorder in hand, miss. the lack of illegal use p.i. devices in this conversation offends me. ❞