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𝔬𝔥, ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘠 !𝔬𝔥 ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️baby, ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️let ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️me ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️𝐠𝐨 ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️!

[laender]

i have moved blogs. the new blog will be my very private close friends only small space. i will not post my new url publicly. if i didn’t follow you first by now, feel free to ask ! love you

[laender]

♡    @nikleus​​​.

       you’d realize how much you missed her by touch alone:    THOUGH HER FLEETING KISS ON YOUR KNUCKLES WAS WONDERFUL, IT’D END JUST AS QUICK    .    .    .    “   daria,     ”       as though you were begging for forgiveness from a merciless god, your calling of her name is delicate.   you cannot help your envy,  you cannot help your desire to be here with her, and YOU MOST CERTAINLY CANNOT HELP YOUR PLEAS.            “   ég elska þig. surely, if we were be allowed, we should see each other whenever we can ! or, perhaps, you shall never marry him at all, leave him be and come with me !       ”       you’d almost sound like a little boy again, with such a love as her’s. she’d make you feel as though, even for one fleeting second, you could be happy here. with her. anywhere she’d please. you’d take her face in your hands, giving a delicate kiss to her forehead, and so many more to come.       “   anywhere you’d like ! we shall travel to italy ! or perhaps somewhere far away ! anywhere … please, astín mín. stay with me. i’d carry a burden in my heart knowing you’d be away.   ”

          ❛❛      yes?      ❜❜          you whisper to him,     full of anticipation.     my love,     you call him in your mind and your heart aches.     it is still a wonder that out of all the people,     suitable ones,     you could have possibly fallen and felt love for,     you ended up feeling towards a gardener who had nothing to give.     he could surely never satisfy all of your needs and yet you feel as if his love only could truly be enough for you.     you feel as if you could actually be happy with him.     but this is not meant to be,     you know it too well and it brings you pain to see his naivety when talking of a great new start the two of you could get together.     a part of you wants it greatly,     wants you to get up and leave right on spot,     but the other part tells you not to do a thing.     you’ve seen it in your dreams too,     he isn’t a part of your fate.          ❛❛      oh,     nik  ...      ❜❜          sigh.     you look into his face and then close your eyes tightly when a kiss is placed on your forehead.     you do it to keep the tears away,     and yet they all slip now and run down your face.     if only these fantasies could become true  ...          ❛❛      you  will  come,      ❜❜          determinedly,          ❛❛      i  will  have  a  talk  about  it  right  after  my  arrival!     perhaps  i  could  have  you  brought  there  as  my  personal  gardener?     you  know  my  taste  ...     yes,     wouldn’t  that  be  great?      ❜❜          you offer him an alternative,     a hand caressing his cheek the opposite way of another of your tears falling down.     to escape,     it is as if you have not even tried.     and you can’t do this to your father too,     no matter how much   -          ❛❛      i  love  you.     surely  we’ll  figure  it  out  somehow,     there  is  time  left  still!     please,     don’t  you  say  that  ...     i  will  not  ever  stop  loving  you,     i  simply  could  not!      ❜❜          you say and your lips rush towards his.     you could also never forget.

[cottaegecore]

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[vivienvalentino]

new fantasy just dropped: i’m neglected housewife

[weheartevilwomen]

Why don’t you go? Why don’t you leave Manderley? He doesn’t need you. He’s got his memories. He doesn’t love you, he wants to be alone again with her.

Rebecca, 1940 dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[laender]

@acipaer​​  as  ALEXANDRA DRAYTON    :       [ BREAK ]   sender  can’t  take  it  anymore  and  kisses  receiver  out  of  nowhere.

          a hand remains on the top of this lovely necklace as you’re taken aback in the most pleasant way possible.     you have dreamed of this too.     you have always found alexandra lovely,     the care she served you with and the way she smiled,     no matter her position.     you even smile into the kiss too,     unable to hold it as your lips move to savour hers back.     given some of the fun you already experienced back in france,     it is not your first encounter with a woman either.          she tastes like raspberries to you,     causing you not to pull away immediately.     you do like and enjoy every bit of this,     though,     you can’t be caught seen like this   -   not at times as rough for you as this,     let alone with another woman.          ❛❛      miss  drayton,      ❜❜          you whisper to her lips,     smiling,          ❛❛      is  this  what  they  taught  you  as  a  part  of  a  ‘good  night’  ritual?     they  should  give  you  a  raise,     that’s  for  sure  ...      ❜❜

[laender]

@selfishe​​  as  KATHERINE PIERCE    :       ❛❛      i  was  looking  out  for  myself.     i  will  always  look  out  for  myself.     ❜❜

          ❛❛      i  could  have  looked  out  for  yourself  too,     if  only  you  allowed  me,     if  only  you  weren’t  so  ...      ❜❜          his eyebrows furrow,     though the look on his face seems to be somewhat gentle still.     how long has passed since he saw her last,     when he would find himself happy by her side only?     how long has passed since you first thought her dead?          ❛❛      i  could  have  helped  you,     katherine.     i  would’ve  done  anything  for  you  then.      ❜❜

[laender]

@hintofdevil​  as  LEYLA KAPLAN    :       ❛❛      i  despise  you!     ❜❜

          ❛❛      i  despised  you  first!      ❜❜          it is very likely true too,     it happened often that all it took you to begin to hate someone,     was just to see them first.     you’d judge them by their looks immediately and categorise them in tiny folders inside your mind.     leyla doesn’t belong to any of the lucky ones that you treat well,     let alone love them.          ❛❛      you  are  the  worst  person  i  know!     and  i  was  here  first,     go  away!     no  one  wants  you  here.      ❜❜

[laender]

♡    motife.

ishmael is not fan of awkward silences  …  leaves him alone with his thoughts ,   &  god forbid he starts isolated thinking without any noise to drown it all out .   it only ends up leading into an endless downward spiral of overthinking  &  potentially dangerous thought processes ,   so ish likes to talk  …  if only to distract himself from his own mind .

❛      so  …  mind if i ask you a personal question ,   @laender​ ?      ❜

          standing by a window,     one arm is across your chest,     hand cupping an elbow of your other arm as fingers brush over your chin softly.     you peek outside from behind the curtains,     making sure everything outside is okay as you wish it to be still.     your gaze next wanders to a closed door of the other room,     in which your little brother is asleep.     good,     he finally gets some rest.     then your attention switches to another of current residents of this place,     fingers letting go of your chin upon hearing him,     almost as if you worry they might make you seem weak in his eyes and you don’t want that.          ❛❛      try  me,      ❜❜          you say and place the other arm across your chest too.     you wonder what it could be about while you take steps closer to him,     but then end up kneeling down to the fireplace.     you do not have him face your back,     though,     but rather the side of you as you grab another piece of wood to put in the fire,     enough to keep it going until the morning.          ❛❛      ask  me  anything,     it’s  not  the  end  of  the  world.      ❜❜

[laender]

♡    motife.

the night is quiet  &  serene as a sleepy james lets out a loud ,   elongated yawn .   with his arms stretched out on both sides ,   he takes a seat beside his sister on their porch .   his gaze lifts up to the stars ,   watching as they decorate the sky with an tranquil aura ,   something that is not commonly found in a post - apocalyptic era such as this .

while his eyes search the stars for constellations ,   he smiles to himself ,   feeling it is a opportune moment to speak his mind .      ❛      i feel the safest when i’m with you ,   @laender​​ .      ❜

          the brief patterns on the sky,     you observe and analyse them all quietly,     enjoying what you couldn’t get for a long time im a while.     now it is finally your time to slow down for once,     try not to not worry too much and enjoy the moment.     it feels almost unnatural to you to have this much peace for once,     but you enjoy it.     that’s for until you hear a movement and automatically reach out for the rifle beside you fast,     looking in the direction of the sound.     a sigh of relief escapes you without your lips opening and they form a small smile upon seeing your brother come and sit to you.     observing him looking at the stars just like you did a minute ago,     you think of how much you love him,     more than you could ever love yourself.     he is the source of   -          ❛❛      and  i’m  the  happiest  with  you  ...     though  i  thought  you  were  already  asleep,     young  man.      ❜❜          you smile,     taking a blanket off your shoulders and placing it over his,     not moving your hands away until you’re sure it won’t fall off and will keep him warm.          ❛❛      what  do  you  see  up  there,     huh?     can  you  predict  future  based  on  the  stars?      ❜❜

[laender]

        and               𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑,               set                 them                 ǝǝɹɟ.

(    *  a multimuse blog containing canon and original characters written by holly, 21

[laender]

♡    crushego.

               she purses her lips together in a cynical line,      releasing a despondent sigh before stubbornly allowing her blue eyes to flutter down to the lit phone screen.         to her surprise,      there is multiple pictures proving his story,      his calm and steady hand directing the device to swipe through the images.         (   see?         why do you always try to sabotage?         why are you your own worst enemy?   )         not only does he show the proof,      but he reassures her.         her heart beats heavy with guilt,      shoulders relaxing and jaw unclenching.         an apologetic smile dances on her soft features,            ❝      i’m sorry.         i guess i’m still getting used to being with someone so…   honest.      ❞            which is the truth.         benji did nothing but lie and cheat just to ultimately ghost her with no further explanation,      and her other ex boyfriends held alarming similarities in comparison.(   joe is different,      stop trying to uncover what isn’t there before you ruin everything.   )         she claps her hands,      attempting to break through the tension sitting in the room.            ❝      okay,      dinner on me for acting like a total psychopath.         what’re you in the mood for?      ❞

          i observe your face carefully while you’re taking a look at the photos.     the exact amount of them is 6 and i move my finger slow,     so you can see how calm i am about this and that there is nothing to not believe.     your exes might have been as dishonest as one can get,     but that’s not me.     you should know that.          ❛❛      it’s  fine,     i  used  to  be  like  that  too.      ❜❜          they really did a number on you,     didn’t they?     based on most of your dating history i have succeeded to reveal,     it is not exactly as if you know how to pick someone who will treat you great as you deserve.     you made a lot of repetitive mistakes that make me question   -   do you even want that?     do you even want that kind of love straight out of a fairytale   (or your favourite pitch perfect,     in that matter)   ?     do you only want to be treated like that little whore for everyone to see as you appear to be by your window?     i am perfect for you,     i can give you both.     anything you desire.          ❛❛      please,     let me see your favourite food spot.      ❜❜          a brief smile.          ❛❛      i'm in the mood for whatever psychopaths like  ...      ❜❜          i say,     i joke,     though i am in the mood for you only.     will you be mine,     beck?

[laender]

♡    feigncourage.

         ❛❛       you didn’t.     I know you didn’t.      ❜❜           he may not be able to prove as much,     but he knows in his heart that its true.     alissa bentley is many things,     but she is not a murderer.     he’d say the same about hannah thomas,     apparently not a good judge of character.     he knows his sister like the back of his hand,     has seen sides of her that no one else has ever seen.     he knows in his heart that she’d never do this,     even if she has been less than kind in the past.     being a teenager with a shitty attitude doesn’t mean she’s a murderer,     the fact that everyone is so quick to crucify her makes him sick.          ❛❛       ali  …      ❜❜           his voice is soft,     full of concern.     there’s no doubt in his mind about her innocence,     but he can’t help but worry that she’ll go down for this anyway.     she doesn’t believe in herself the way he believes in her.     she’s trembling in front of him and he wants nothing more than to hold her and tell her things will be okay,     that she’ll be found innocent and allowed to leave.     but the unfortunate reality is that he can’t reassure her of that.     even if he wants to,     even if he believes her innocence,     he knows that things don’t look good.          ❛❛       they aren’t true.     they aren’t.      ❜❜           he has no idea exactly how much they’ve put her through,     but considering the fact that she’s their primary suspect,     that they’re putting everything into finding her guilty,     he imagines they haven’t been going easy on her.     a hand reaches out,     but doesn’t quite touch her.     he doesn’t know if that would be too much for her right now.     instead his hand rests open in front of her,     an offering if she wants to take it.          ❛❛       you didn’t do this,     ali.     I know you didn’t.      ❜❜

          his trust in your innocence is rather admirable.     even you realise that!     having all fingers pointed at you,     no matter whichever way you decide to go,     the feeling of all this being a fever dream only slowly begins to disappear and next what you’re left with is a lie,     a corrupted one,     painted as the truth for you to say and admit.     hearings,     proofs,     gore photos,     blood,     vomit,     yelling   -   that’s all common to you now and it’s affecting you greatly.     you got brought here and fought for yourself like a lioness,     but now your glory is fading and a dark cloud sets upon your head.     you hope it won’t begin to rain.          ❛❛      they  aren’t  true  ...      ❜❜          you repeat after him,     and you do repeat words after other people quite often now.     what even are you thinking now?     a hand raises to gently rub your temple on the left in circles and then disappears buried in your blonde hair brushed back.     your gaze shifts lower when his hand slithers your way and you watch it,     momentarily flinching at a gore memory inside your mind after you connected this with one of the many photos.     you shut your eyes tight and then turn your head to the side,     eyebrows furrowed very slightly,     though you can feel your own hand slowly moving to his,     fingertips reaching out his way.     words can’t express how much you appreciate your brother,     how much you love him,     and yet you are suffocating here.     how long is left of all this,     how long until it is over,     how long until it’s over with you too?          ❛❛      does our mum know?      ❜❜

[laender]

♡    arnieriley.

ASK: ali:   “no one can ever find out about this”

               he isn’t surprised to hear in her words, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling a pinch of hurt in his chest. he’ll simply reach to the bedside table, plucking the joint up & his lighter. he’ll lean his head back against the pillows, dark eyes following her as she picked up articles of clothing from the floor, raising an eyebrow. he’ll light the joint, sucking the contents into his lungs, holding it there briefly before exhaling the smoke towards her open window. the very window that he had climbed through. he’ll offer her a goofy smile, head tilting to the side. 

                “what? you don’t want people to know i just rocked your world?” eyebrows raise and fall, a snicker leaving him as he shakes his head. “yeah, whatever. i get it. don’t sweat it,”// @laender​​

          once you’re finished with the pleasant part,     you can find yourself panicking over this again.     it isn’t that you wouldn’t find him attractive   -   you wouldn’t have him lay in your bed clotheless if you wouldn’t,     but this could simply never work out.     no matter how attracted you are to him ever since the short 7 minutes in heaven,     you are well aware of your position,     of how you are and how he is and how your aesthetics could never get to match at all.     this might as well be the death of your parents if they were ever to find out.          ❛❛      oh  god,      ❜❜          you say,     except this time it doesn’t sound as breathy as it did minutes ago,          ❛❛      not  in  my  bed!     i  can’t  have  my  bed  sheets  smell  of  that!      ❜❜          once you say that,     you quickly take a loose crop top on and then throw a mix of arnie’s clothes his way.     that’s before your eyes roll and you move towards the bed,     hands pulling back up these pink shorts you had on before you fell for him again.          ❛❛      you  ...     rocked  my  nothing!     this  was  ...     this  never  happened!      ❜❜          you’re bullshitting yourself there,     how many times have you already said that to him before?     how many times have you daydreamed about the time you would get to be alone like this again,     how many times have you written in your diary about him in a positive way only?     letting out a groan,     you turn to grab a hairbrush off a vanity table and then jump sit on your bed,     having him face your back before looking over your shoulder to hand him the tool and as if you worry no longer,     you smile.          ❛❛      brush  my  hair  for  me,     will  you?      ❜❜

[valerieandherweekofwonderz]

Cinderella and her animal friends in Tři oříšky pro Popelku / Drei Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel / Three Wishes for Cinderella (1973) dir. by Václav Vorlíček.

[laender]

@dinguses​​  as  LOVE FUMIKO    :       ❛❛      how  long  have  you  been  having  nightmares  like  this?     ❜❜

          ❛❛      i  don’t  know  ...     i  think  i’ve  had  them  since  forever,     when  i  was  a  kid.      ❜❜          they all come from the experiences you’ve had in the past and have still,     it’s happened so much you grew to consider it normal.     it’s a great part of you.     a sigh escapes you before turning in the bed to lay on your back now,     yet your head turns to the side to take a look at your lover.     she is everything you’re not and you could never understand how could this even come to happen,     but there you are now,     together.          ❛❛      why,     do  you  not  get  them  too?      ❜❜

[laender]

          this is not what you’d imagined your life to be like,     this is not the one you dreamt of back at home.     you might have been given a child to bring you some joy at least in this castle of horrors and your darkest times to go through,     a child that was conceived out of actual love,     but it still isn’t enough since you’re not even able to see him often   -   a punishment for one or too many actions you did in the past.     at least your husband considers him his still,     for you can not imagine the things he would be capable of doing to your son.     you’re playing with him in the garden and telling him stories that you normally would when he’s in bed,     but you’re not allowed to do that now.     you press multiple kisses to his temple,     to his hair and laugh with him a lot.     you are living only when he’s in your presence and this ends once again in a minute,     when your play time is over and guards take him back inside.     the moment you see him last for the week,     all the joy in your face fades and you’re just sitting there on a bench alone,     a fountain behind you.     you’ve grown the look of almost a dead one,     your head full of everything but happiness.     if only you would’ve picked better  ...     your eyes close for a second and then you get up,     walking through the garden and not being able to get rid of the feeling as if you’re being watched.     you don’t even think anything about it anymore   -   this would be the very least of your worries due to what’s happening on daily basis.     a sigh escapes you as you walk closer to big rose bushes and an apple tree that you stop by,     and touch it.     you’re just standing there for a bit,     tears forming in your eyes,     but you don’t let any of them escape and when you turn around to go back inside,     you freeze.     how?     it can’t be  ...     your heart starts beating faster to the point it makes you ache and you just keep staring at the man in distance.     it takes you a great minute or two to even consider saying anything,     utterly convinced this is nothing but a dream.     blinking,     you still stand still where you are and don’t move an inch as you say without a doubt,          ❛❛      it’s  you.      ❜❜          a lovely illusion,     indeed.

@nikleus​​