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@leahrlke
an independent, private, and highly selective LEAH RILKE of amazon prime’s original series the wilds. extremely low activity. au friendly and features verses in fear street, euphoria, + more to come! this blog is not spoiler free and contains possible triggers. stranded by darby (she/her, 23) !! —— established february of 2022.
oh.... mayhaps..... kirin rights
watching s2 of the wilds. what the hell is up with gay people
SORROWH . TUMBLR . COM by lux
jadmni:
in seventeen years fatin had never thought she’d be craving a granola bar. a filet mignon from some michelin star restaurant or a latte from some stupid indie coffee shop but never this. ❝ god, yes please. ❞ she says, lowering herself into the sand besides leah. it’s funny ; HOW NAUSEOUS SHE FEELS WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY BEING THE HUNGRIEST SHE’D BEEN IN WEEKS. fatin would be the first to admit how stupid the way they’d blown through rations was. how could they all have been so blindly optimistic? even their resident pessimists. . [ IT WAS ALL TO IRONIC TO HER. ], like some higher power was laughing in their faces. the look on her face is filled with relief, head thrown back into a sigh before dramatically poising her hand out to take the bar to split.
“ dude, i never thought i’d see you so excited for a fucking granola bar. ” lips hint at a smile. she’s trying to find some humor in the situation and fatin makes that easy with her flair for dramatics and the fact that it’s fatin, who leah can’t picture so much as looking at a mushed up stick of oats back at school. shaky hands tear at the wrapper, work out a chunk of grains and melted chocolate into her own palm before handing the rest over. they’ve all been through a lot, but fatin’s the type to still complain about messy hands. “ so how are you like, holding up or whatever? ” leah leaves her half uneaten in her hand.
sandifoe:
@leahrlke : 🎨 for our muses to do something creative together.
eyes are focused, tongue between teeth, as toni uses a stick to etch windows into a sandcastle she and leah have spent the past hour or so building. with attention firmly on the sand, it’s like the outside shitstorm can be ignored. ❛ how’s your side looking? ❜ toni lifts to her knees and glances over at the other.
sitting back on her heels, leah can’t decide if it looks worse up close or farther away. “ uhm, kind of shitty? i think? ” she’s built a sandcastle like, once before all this. suffice to say, her skills are not up to par. it’s been a nice distraction though, gently joking back and forth with toni while whatever the fuck else goes on around them. “ clearly, i went for a more... abstract approach. what about you? ”
“Kindred fucking spirits.”
“No. Her crazy’s a bit extra.”
FATIN JADMANI , LEAH RILKE
( feat. @leahrlke )
the wilds ‘day twenty-two’ (dir. sydney freeland) + the wilds ‘day seven’ (dir. haifaa al-mansour) + ivy, taylor swift
RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS. — ( accepting. )
@jadmni asked: you gonna eat that? : from fatin <3
hunger gnaws at her stomach. they’re all really feeling it now, the weight of this place. losing that quiet hope for rescue about as quick as they lose calories. leah’s been fidgeting with the granola bar for a while now, wondering what to do with it. putting anything in her stomach might make her throw up at this point. ( she doesn’t know why she thinks that, but she does. ) and fatin teases her too much. leah doesn’t know what to do with it. it’s weird, how she knows all these things about her now. things she never knew before. but she knows fatin well enough now to know when she’s trying to help. “ yeah, but probably not the whole thing. ” she holds it up, half-smushed and definitely melted. “ you wanna split it? ”
LEAH RILKE + looking at Fatin
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles (about December 1858)
@leahrlke
* ⊰ random edits ─── S A N D I F O E ─── mutuals may reblog.
WHAT PART OF THE BODY ARE YOU?
heart.
A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.
tagged by: @lothews <3 tagging: if ur reading this, i dare you to do it
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
lux and i writing together again.... nature is healing i think
not a single ic post on my blog and y’all be following me...... lux’s immeasurable power
sorrowh:
leahrlke … ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ , paramore
none of the girls are thriving. very much thanks to the dawn of eve.. it had been a bitter few days. AND FATIN DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HOW SHE GOT THE STRENGTH TO WALK OVER TO LEAH. ❝ i hate to see your eyes get darker. ❞ she whispers, sucking in her teeth into a flat smile, eyebrows raising, fingers creeping up @leahrlke‘s shoulder as fatin lowers herself into the sand beside her. THE GESTURE IS A FAMILIAR ONE BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM ; the act of comfort, of support. fatin moves to rest her head upon the nook of leah’s shoulder, a heavy sigh ( SHOULDERS HEAVING AND ALL ) as she follows the girl’s line of sight to the horizon.
the gentle touch to her shoulder is enough to pull leah out of her own head — and that’s no small feat these days. mind running rampant with each new theory, so much so that it clouds her vision sometimes. there’s nothing but her own thoughts, nothing but her own dread ( what was it that rachel had called her the other day? obsessive? ) and then there’s fatin, a soft explosion coming into view. “ that’s like, a weirdly poetic way of saying you’re worried about me going batshit crazy again. ” she lets her head tilt, resting on top of fatin’s. it’s almost funny. they would’ve never done something like this if they hadn’t ended up on this fucking island. “ i’m fine. ” her voice cracks halfway through.
