moved.

[skinchic]

champagne chic 🥂✉️

[lastinglove]

↳         ❝      maybe i should have wanted less  .      ❞       //      andromeda   +   maya      //      @appleyed​

SILENCE  FOLLOWS  ANDROMEDA’S  WORDS      //      chocolate hues remain fixated on the stain on her carpet  ,      arms wrap tightly around her kneecaps as a gentle sigh breaks the quiet  .      andromeda’s usually the source of the light that shines around her            --            it’s dulled now  ,      barely even a glimmer out of the corner of her eye  .      figure scoots closer to the girl who wore her heart on her sleeve  ,      fingers reach out to delicately hold her hand  .            ❝      it’s not your fault  .      none of it is your fault  .      ❞

maya is still too scared to meet her eyes  ,      too scared that her own truth will spill out of cherry stained lips  ,      that she’d prove to not be as strong as she  .            ❝      don’t blame yourself for any of it  .      ❞

[lastinglove]

WINCHESTYR  //

“   hey,   listen   to   me.   none   of   this   was   your   fault,   okay?   none   of   it.   ”    how   was   he   supposed   to   have   known   that   missouri   wouldn’t   have   sensed   the   other   entity   in   the   house?   how   was   he   supposed   to   have   known   that   he   would?   even   though   he   grew   up   learning   about   this   stuff,   being   back   into   it   made   everything   feel   new.   maybe   his   new   look   on   it   was   what   made   him   more   sensitive   in   his   return   to   that   world.    “   we’ll   be   better   prepared   next   time   because   of   this,   i   know   it.   ”

SHE  HAD  BEEN  KEEPING  AN  EYE  ON  THE  HOUSE      //      she should have noticed a shift in the energies  ,      should have been able to sense mary’s spirit haunting her own death site  .      missouri wonders what it must have been like for them  ,      to see her again for the first time in all these years  ,      to hear her voice for the first time in years  :      she couldn’t help but think of these boys as her own sons  ,      couldn’t help but care for them like it  .      maybe it was because of how much john had told her  ,      maybe it was her own desperate attempt to reconnect with her maternal side  ...      smile breaks out across her features  ,      though it cracks around the edges  .

❝      and yet you  ...      you could sense it  .      ❞            even after all this time of honing her abilities  ,      sam had been able to see what she couldn’t  :      the boy was far more special than any psychics she had met  ,      had far too much untapped power  .      maybe that’s why john had been running for so long  ,      maybe he wanted to keep sam’s powers from getting in the wrong hands  .            ❝      have you always had these abilities  ?      ❞

[lastinglove]

HIATUS UNTIL I FINISH MY NEW BLOG  !!      if you want to remain mutuals after the move  ,      then like this post  .      i’m going to be far more selective on my new blog  ,      due to the extreme amount of time that formatting will take me  ,      and i might start prioritizing longer threads over shorter ones  .

[shelly-johnson]

Alicia Silverstone in THE CRUSH (1993)

[lastinglove]

ok in all seriousness though ,      on a scale from one to murder  ,      how much would you hate me if i decided to revamp      ( yet again )  ?

[lastinglove]

LOVESTRCKS  //

❛      like   what   ﹖      ❜      murmured   tones   ﹐      shy   smile   spreading   ‘cross   lips.      𝙷𝙴   𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆   𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈   𝙷𝙾𝚆.      sheer   adoration   dancing   in   his   gaze   ﹐      blush   𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨   to   creep   up   neck   ﹐      nerves   set   alight.      body   shuffling   a   touch   closer   ﹐      head   tilted   downwards   ﹐      𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖   -   𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕕   feet   kicking   at   the   ground.      ❛      don’t   know   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   you   mean   ﹐      nor.      ❜

DELICATE  FINGERS  BRUSH  STRANDS  OF  AMBER  OUT  OF  HER  EYES      //      a quiet huff of laughter escaping cherry stained lips as eyebrows arch  ,      as ocean eyes fixate on the boy before her  .      things had gotten better between them since she’d finally decided to open herself up to him  ,      since she’d finally been able to share the secret looming over her  .      tattoo remains on display now  ,      arm readjusts the stack of records temporarily housed in her armpit as she gestures for them to continue on  .

❝      you’re an idiot  .      ❞            it’s said with a wide grin and a fond tone  ,      eyes shift away in favor of looking onward  ,      in favor of continuing forward  .      she hesitates for just a moment  ,      though her smile only widens  .            ❝      you coming  ,      harrington  ?      ❞            it’s reminiscent of the first time they had met  ,      of the day that everything had changed for her            (      the day nora was able to find a new kind of family      )  .

[lastinglove]

i had to see it  ,      now so do you @asryr​

[lastinglove]

ok i never thought i would make this post because i could’ve sworn these blogs died out  ,      but if you write bonnie mccullough as a white woman  ,      or if you support blogs that do  ,      DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME  .      i will not further explain  ,      i will not make any exceptions  .

[lastinglove]

WHICH  UNPOPULAR  ARCHETYPE  ARE  YOU      //      the loyal

it’s a good thing you’re so patient  .      you know what it’s like to feel the full weight of doubt bearing down in you  .      for years  ,      it tried to squeeze the life from your lungs  .      but nothing’s going to make you bow  .      you kept the candle’s flame alive  .      you whispered the names at nightfall  .      the vigil still lives inside of you  .      one day  ,      the waiting will have been worth it  .      all your love is going to come home to you  .      you’re more important than you know  .      you’re still the one true believer  .

personality      //      calm  ,      level-headed  ,      stubborn counterpart      //      the accomplice

↳         tagged by      //      @deviltinged​ ↳         tagging      //      @sarcaesm​  ,      @lovestrcks​      ( alpha )  ,      @c1911​  ,      @iudicatus​  ,      @synchronzed​  ,      @freedmfighter​  ,      &&.      anyone else that’s interested  !

[sentrysvoid]

Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me. But… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- And you didn’t even like her and… I would go home… and just scream into my pillow.

Stranger Things | Chapter Seven: The Bite (3.07)

[lastinglove]

SARCAESM  //

the   calculated   words   smack   him   in   the   face.         no,      he   hadn’t   noticed   her.         in   fact,      his   world   revolved   around   lydia   martin   to   such   a   detrimental   extent   that   he   never   bothered   to   rip   himself   out   of   her   orbit   to   notice      [   …   ]      anybody.         guilt   that’s   not   his   to   bear   sits   nauseatingly   in   his   stomach,      nostril   twitching   as   sweet   perfume   overwhelms   his   personal   space.            ❝      you   can’t   really   be   here   to   indirectly   threaten   my   life   because   i   didn’t   notice   you,      erica.         seems   a   little   petty,      doesn’t   it?      ❞

wasn’t   that   the   goal   of   her   sudden   transformation?         to   be   noticed?         he   saw   her   now,      in   high   definition   with   poisonous   lips      &      glimmering   teeth,      seductive   caramel   eyes   looking   him   over   like   he’s   her   next   meal.            ❝      i   didn’t   realize   you   felt   that   way.         really.         i’m   a   horny   teenager,      if   i   realized   i   probably   would   have   reciprocated,      don’t   ya   think?      ❞            his   sarcastic   tone   that   he   can’t   quite   shake   is   going   to   undoubtedly   get   him   killed   someday.

SACCHARINE  SWEET  SMILE  NOW  LACED  WITH  VENOM      //      as it slowly makes its way back onto her expression  .      brows lift slowly as erica lets out a quiet scoff  ,      as eyes roll in their sockets  .      of course stiles thought she was there to hurt him  ,      of course stiles thought she was there to  scare him  :      he thought that she was no better than the man that turned her  .      what had derek done to make stiles hate him so much  ,      what did stiles have against him  ?           ❝      i’m here to threaten your life  ,      you idiot  ...      but it’s nice to hear that you think so little of me  .      it’s not about you at all  ,      really  .      ❞            his reaction is exactly what she should’ve expected from him  :      after all  ,      she’d learned a lot about him during her years of quiet observation  ,      but it doesn’t make her any less irritated  .

❝      and here i thought you were one of the last nice guys left  .      congrats stiles  ,      you’ve officially downgraded to the same rank as every other douchebag at our school  .      ❞            words remain targeted  ,      meant to be knives thrown in his direction  ,      face morphing into a quick frown  .      erica hadn’t wanted to hurt him  ,      just wanted to distract him long enough for derek and isaac to gain boyd’s trust  ,      but she’s ready to do whatever she needed to  :      if stiles wanted a villain  ,      she could become a villain  .

[lastinglove]

STARTER  CALL  !!      i’m in the process of hacking away at my drafts  ,      but mutuals can feel free to like this for a starter  .going to try working on these after i finish posting  /  queuing my current drafts  :      feel free to like this  ,      no matter how many threads we have atm  !      plz specify a muse or i might just ignore </3

[lastinglove]

LOVESTRCKS  //

mystery   ﹐      ‘   ᶰᵉʷ   ᵏᶤᵈˢ   ’   such   a   rarity   ﹐      small   town   void   of   excitement.      bitten   nails   reaching   for   ebony   locks   ﹐      𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮   braiding   the   ends   ﹐      fidgety   by   nature.      laughter   echoed   ﹐      shoulders   lifting   in   a   shrug.      older   brother   obsessed   with   comics   ﹐      not   close   enough   to   the   girl   to   share   the   interest   ﹐      left   with   only   a   𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮   𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑳𝑬𝑫𝑮𝑬   of   it   all.      brow   arching   ﹐      perfect   curve   ‘bove   eye.      ❛      you   sayin’   i   should   be   suspicious   of   you   ﹖      ❜      meant   in   jest   ﹐      girl   bouncing   on   her   heels   ﹐      sneakers   𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶   against   polished   floors.

smile   taking   over   features   ﹐      a   nod   of   the   head   as   hands   find   a   home   in   her   pocket.      ❛      ‘s   confusing   at    first.      i   got   lost   like ﹐      𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌   𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸𝑆   my   first   week   here.      ended   up   in   a   senior   gym   class.      [      .   .   .      ]      𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥   𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞.      ❜      huff   of   laughter   tumbling   from   lips   ﹐      𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪   𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤   taken   forwards.      ❛      who’s   your   first   class    with   ﹖      i’ve   got   howitzer.      ❜

HE  IGNORES  HER  QUESTION      //      all in favor of eyes dropping to the toes of his converse  ,      to the beads of gravel being kicked underneath sneaker clad feet  .      shoulders hunch as head dips downwards for just a moment  ,      as he takes a minute to steady his breathing  ,      to stave off the heartbreak tied to memories of allison  .      it hadn’t been long enough for him to forget the pain  ,      but her face had already begun to disappear from his mind  ,      her voice seeming to be nothing more than a lost echo in his thoughts  :      that hurt almost as much as losing her had  .      he clears his throat before            (      a semi-awkward      )            soft smile makes its way back onto curved lips  ,      as he pulls the folded paper from behind him  .      a map  ,      and a schedule  ,      now headed towards her possession  .            ❝      still unsure  ,      if i’m being honest  .      ❞

everything in him wanted to walk right back out the metal gates surrounding them  ,      everything in him wanted to hit the road as if he had never stopped  :      he wasn’t ready to go back to pretending  ,      wasn’t ready to have his freedom stripped away  .      but he couldn’t go back to beacon hills  ,      couldn’t stand living somewhere littered with memories of her  .            ❝      mind helpin’ me out with that  ?      ❞            british accent slips its way into his words  ,      smile warming the longer he speaks  .      if only his father could see him now  ,      maybe the asshole would finally be proud of the man he’d become  .            ❝      how long have you lived in town  ,      miss definitely not new here  ?      ❞

[sapphicmusing]

sapphicmusing ♥ / cred: twitter

[lastinglove]

CATTELL’S  16  FACTOR  TEST  //

warmth      //      ||||||||||||||| 42%      //      cold  ,      selfish intellect      //      |||||||||||||||||||||||| 78%      //      cerebral  ,      analytical emotional stability      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 62%      //      level headed  ,      calm aggressiveness      //      ||||||||||||||| 50%      //      modest  ,      tough liveliness      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 66%      //      wild  ,      fun loving dutifulness      //      |||||| 18%      //      untraditional  ,      rebellious social assertiveness      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 66%      //      uninhibited  ,      bold sensitivity      //      |||||||||||||||||| 54%      //      touchy  ,      soft paranoia      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%      //      wary  ,      suspicious abstractness      //      ||||||||||||||| 50%      //      practical  ,      imaginative introversion      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 66%      //      private  ,      quiet anxiety      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%      //      fearful  ,      self-doubting openmindedness      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%      //      curious  ,      exploratory independence      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 62%      //      loner  ,      craves solitude perfectionism      //      ||||||||||||||| 46%      //      disorganized  ,      messy tension      //      ||||||||||||||||||||| 62%      //      stressed  ,      unsatisfied

↳         tagged by      //      @stevenharrington ↳         tagging      //      @aughust      (  stiles  )  ,      @appleyed  ,      @iudicatus  ,      @anghrist​  ,      @lovestrcks​      (  alpha  )  ,      @prvbs17​  ,      &&.      anyone else who is interested  !

[lastinglove]

APPLEYED  //

🌿                                                  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐥𝐲  -  insistent  self  -  sufficient  people  never  ceased  to  amaze  the  blonde.    perhaps  it  was  the  southern  hospitality  ingrained  into  her  bones  and  roots  and  very  dna,    but  the  simple  photograph  of  an  person  so  deserving  and  unwilling  to  accept  help  is  enough  to  stir  up  the  bustle  of  emotions  in  her  chest.    

          “  ‘s  not  about  expectations.  ”          lord  knows  if  it  were,    her  heart  would  be  ripped  off  her  sleeve  seven  times  over.      (    maya  is  more  realistic  than  she  :    the  truths  of  the  matter  always  seemed  to  be  much  more  clear  to  her.    andromeda  accredits  the  other’s  intuition  while  her  own  is  shoved  off  into  the  corner.    andromeda  is  far  too  optimistic  for  her  own  good  –  this  she  knows  :    immediately  thinking  the  most  and  best  of  a  person  she’s  barely  met.    if  the  world  worked  on  a  set  of  expectations,    it  was  a  comfort  to  know  at  least  maya  would  still  be  standing  —  even  if  it  meant  her  own  descent  to  disappointment.    )      

      a  shallow  sigh  is  exhaled.    it  never  was  easy  to  make  the  unwilling  see  :          “  but  that’s  the  thing.    you  don’t  gotta  work  alone.    you  can  continue  as  you  are,    surely  —-  i  jus’  don’t  want  you  t’  think  it’s  your  only  option.  ”          she  wonders  if  this  will  be  the  end  of  the  discussion,    as  it  often  is.    the  offer  has  been  extended,    will  surely  be  refuted,    but  andromeda  will  be  able  to  rest  easy  knowing  her  piece  has  been  said.

EYES  BARELY  LOOK  UP  AS  ANDROMEDA  SPEAKS      //      too scared to let her guard down  ,      too scared anyone in  ,      maya believes it’ll be easier to shut andromeda out than to let her in  .      body language reflects the tension she feels  ,      shoulders hunch over the words she’s barely reading  ,      jaw grits as she attempts to bite her own goddamn tongue  .      but of course andromeda would have to be so sweet and inviting  ,      of course andromeda would be the one person maya didn’t want to hurt  .      there’s a heavy sigh as maya ignores her own intuition in favor of giving in just a little bit  ,      as eyes trail away from the articles strewn around her to the blonde sitting across from her  .            ❝      thanks  .      ❞            the words are a hushed whisper  ,      delivered like it was some kind of secret  :      after all  ,      nobody could know that maya had emotions  ,      nobody could chip away at the stone cold bitch she was quickly coming without ethan around  .            ❝      i appreciate the offer  ...      ❞

❝      i really do  .      but i don’t think i need your help on this  .      ❞            the potential murder of her father was a family matter  ,      something that only she and ethan should be looking into  ,      something that shouldn’t be shared with outsiders  :      and that’s what andromeda was  ,      wasn’t it  ?      an outsider  ,      an onlooker watching the codependent relationship between maya and her twin unfold  .      maya hesitates before turning back to the article  ,      small frown spreading across an otherwise smooth expression  .            ❝      i want you to stay though  ...      if that’s okay  ?      i like the company  .      ❞