–- ⠀ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ⠀ 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 :

what the fuck?  like, what the fucking fuck?

[lilsupe-arc]

i've archived this blog!!!

@litlecricket is emma's new home! <3

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i've archived this blog!!!

@litlecricket is emma's new home! <3

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i've archived this blog!!!

@litlecricket is emma's new home! <3

[by-aria-deactivated20260201]

I THINK I'M GONNA DIE IN THIS HOUSE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(...)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I THINK I'M GONNA DIE IN THIS HOUSE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎IN EVERY ROOM, I HEAR SILENCE:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎[BY-ARIA, A MULTI-MUSE:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A COLLECTION OF CURRENT AND PAST OBSESSIONS.].

[lilsupe-arc]

everyone keeps saying not to do shit — well, guess what? I'M GONNA DO SHIT.

indie and [s]low activity emma meyer of amazon prime's gen v. developed by gabi.

[lilsupe-arc]

"anything and everything you do is okay."

she wishes that was the truth.  how could emma believe such a sentiment?  her entire life, she’s been told the polar opposite  —  anything and everything you do isn’t good enough.  her diet was never enough to please her mother, her youtube videos are never enough to please the watchers and commenters, and she’s not enough to ever please herself.  the words should land like lotion on her skin: smooth, easy to glide across, and healing in some magnitude.  instead, they scrape against the old scabs of wounds she’s spent years pretending don’t exist. 

forcing a smile onto her lips, the blonde nudges kie lightly with her shoulder  —  the gesture small but deliberate in nature.      ‘you know, you might be the first person to ever say that?  like, i’m being serious.’      she quietly giggles, and yet, even her own ears can hear the self-deprecating tone residing behind it.  [if she can hear it, certainly the other can.]  sighing quietly, she tucks some stray strands of bleached hair behind both ears.      ‘i don't know — i’m kinda just used to hearing about what i’m doing wrong, or like  …  how i could be doing it better?  from, uhhh, like everyone?’      emma gestures vaguely in front of her, before settling on shrugging  —  trying to play everything off as casual, even while her chest feels so tight.  [like all the oxygen that resides is the only oxygen that remains.]  vulnerability has never sat cleanly on her tongue, and certainly isn’t going to change right now. 

her gaze drops to her hands momentarily, focusing on the veins she can spot through her flesh, before glancing back over at khione.  [anything to take her mind off the seriousness of their conversation.  the vulnerability weighing itself atop her shoulders.]       ‘thanks, though  …  for even just saying it.’

[lilsupe-arc]

i am very good at 'calm'.

‘calm is definitely a word for it.’      emma responds quietly, peering up at the headmistress.  straightening her posture in her seat, her tiny hands hover awkwardly above her composition notebook  —  unsure if she should be pretending to work diligently on the course work assigned, or rather begin preparing a last will and testament. [the word calm doesn't provide any sense of solace for the blonde, that's for sure.] in an attempt to study the older woman’s expression, emma can’t help but gulp, blink, and simply just breathe for more than a moment.  she always does this in ms. frost’s presence.  freeze up like a teenager standing in front of their favorite pop music icon, lips agape and as if the world has completely stopped spinning, frozen in time.  the only difference is while no debate was necessary to determine the headmistress’ icon status  —  emma saw this particular diamond icon every day.  her nerves should’ve dissolved on the very first day she met ms. frost, rather than continuing to arise whenever in a shared proximity. 

‘i mean, calm for you usually means everyone else should be  …  bracing for impact?’      there’s a hint of hesitation laced throughout her voice  —  common for the young woman, and yet, not orthodox in the unfolding circumstance.  as her curiosity begins chewing through her nerves, emma’s eyebrows knit together before finally setting both hands down upon the table’s surface.  they fold themselves together hastily, eyes widening as a thought surges to the front of her brain.      ‘oh, fuck  — are we supposed to be bracing for impact or something?  because you might be good at calm, but i’m definitely not!’

[ameyerca]

gen v sentence starters.

i'm never coming back.

i'm gonna be down there one day.

i could go all the way — i just need the chance.

i knew i shouldn't have gone.

i didn't ask for this.

just leave me alone.

i'm not a monster.

i'm not here to do keg stands, or get high, or get in touch with my feelings about my past.

i'm here to be a hero.

this school fucks you over.

it's no different than the shithole i grew up in.

we've been through this: you're fucked up, i'm fucked up.

the only thing that is really apparent now is that we are all fucked up.

we do this and there's no going back.

look, i have a platform now where i can help people.

hey family!

my mental health journey has allowed me to grow in ways i never thought possible.

as my girl brené brown says: strong back, soft front, wild heart!

our journey has ended, another one begins.

i know sophomore year is gonna be lit.

it was a mistake.

anything and everything you do is okay.

i'm not a weapon, okay?

you don't have to be tough right now, not with me.

hi! i've been dying to meet you!

oh my god, you're so pretty.

do you want a white claw?

i've been through this lifetime movie before.

get it, got it, good!

wherever we go, we're in this together.

do me a solid and choke me out of my fucking misery.

heroes always come back, right?

no more running.

okay, sorry, can i get a quick sparknotes version?

i have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

what the fuck is this?

you've been through may more shit than some asshole trying to make you feel small.

come on, you're brave!

how you feel? 'cause i'm sweating cocaine.

maybe put your dick away?

i'm surprised you can walk straight with everyone's tongue lodged up your ass.

piece of dickless shit.

i don't mean you're stupid — you're fucking smart.

what's your angle?

you know what day it is? it's fucking saturday.

i think it's easier for me to be angry with you than to be terrified of losing you.

i'm not going back to fucking woods!

i got a broken fucking brain!

what's the name of my all time favorite movie?

oh, it's not so bad.

you always do that — why do you always do that?

uh, it's scary for me to be out here.

just leave me alone, television's jason ritter!

you're all fucking puppets!

i'm gonna make you remember that you're a hero — a real hero.

there are dangerous, evil people at that school.

you, and that, was amazing.

i wish we could stay here forever.

let's run away together.

we're better than humans.

i want to be a hero, too.

and trust me, i hate myself.

i feel so empty — it feels good.

oh, i wouldn't touch that.

you always made me feel better.

did you get any sleep last night?

that is really freudian.

i think this is something you just have to go through.

i told you not to do anything stupid!

i know you love me. it doesn't change the fact that you're a fucking bitch.

we can't trust anybody.

what side are you on?

i can recall someone chugging a bottle of rum and four dicks in the bathroom of a TGI fridays!

please stop, you'll kill them!

[lilsupe-arc]

has anybody watched i love la 😭😭

[grooveys]

I'M N̳O̳B̳O̳D̳Y̳'̳S̳ 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 BUT MY 𝑂𝑊𝑁 !

independent & private mary jane watson of the amazing spider-man (1964) comic run. written by itza ( twenty6, she/her).

[lilsupe-arc]

disc drop for anyone interested in plotting who doesn't already have me added ✨🌸

[hwitequeen]

[ WHAT MAKES YOU SUCH A BITCH, EMMA ? ] ... BREEDING, DARLING. TOP CLASS BREEDING.

[ameyerca]

gen v sentence starters.

i'm never coming back.

i'm gonna be down there one day.

i could go all the way — i just need the chance.

i knew i shouldn't have gone.

i didn't ask for this.

just leave me alone.

i'm not a monster.

i'm not here to do keg stands, or get high, or get in touch with my feelings about my past.

i'm here to be a hero.

this school fucks you over.

it's no different than the shithole i grew up in.

we've been through this: you're fucked up, i'm fucked up.

the only thing that is really apparent now is that we are all fucked up.

we do this and there's no going back.

look, i have a platform now where i can help people.

hey family!

my mental health journey has allowed me to grow in ways i never thought possible.

as my girl brené brown says: strong back, soft front, wild heart!

our journey has ended, another one begins.

i know sophomore year is gonna be lit.

it was a mistake.

anything and everything you do is okay.

i'm not a weapon, okay?

you don't have to be tough right now, not with me.

hi! i've been dying to meet you!

oh my god, you're so pretty.

do you want a white claw?

i've been through this lifetime movie before.

get it, got it, good!

wherever we go, we're in this together.

do me a solid and choke me out of my fucking misery.

heroes always come back, right?

no more running.

okay, sorry, can i get a quick sparknotes version?

i have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

what the fuck is this?

you've been through may more shit than some asshole trying to make you feel small.

come on, you're brave!

how you feel? 'cause i'm sweating cocaine.

maybe put your dick away?

i'm surprised you can walk straight with everyone's tongue lodged up your ass.

piece of dickless shit.

i don't mean you're stupid — you're fucking smart.

what's your angle?

you know what day it is? it's fucking saturday.

i think it's easier for me to be angry with you than to be terrified of losing you.

i'm not going back to fucking woods!

i got a broken fucking brain!

what's the name of my all time favorite movie?

oh, it's not so bad.

you always do that — why do you always do that?

uh, it's scary for me to be out here.

just leave me alone, television's jason ritter!

you're all fucking puppets!

i'm gonna make you remember that you're a hero — a real hero.

there are dangerous, evil people at that school.

you, and that, was amazing.

i wish we could stay here forever.

let's run away together.

we're better than humans.

i want to be a hero, too.

and trust me, i hate myself.

i feel so empty — it feels good.

oh, i wouldn't touch that.

you always made me feel better.

did you get any sleep last night?

that is really freudian.

i think this is something you just have to go through.

i told you not to do anything stupid!

i know you love me. it doesn't change the fact that you're a fucking bitch.

we can't trust anybody.

what side are you on?

i can recall someone chugging a bottle of rum and four dicks in the bathroom of a TGI fridays!

please stop, you'll kill them!

[lilsupe-arc]

oh, it’s not so bad.

‘it’s pretty fucking bad, kate.’      in the grasp of her right hand, emma’s iphone displays the youtube comment section of her latest upload.  while it tends to host a usual cocktail of casual hate, today is different.  it’s a tsunami.  familiar hate-watcher usernames have been drowned out by an overwhelming wave of brand-new accounts, all parroting the same thing in increasingly creative ways: this video fucking sucks.  [some even sprinkle in the occasional kill yourself, just to round out the ambiance.]  while most likely sparked from some paid-bot hate campaign, emma can't help but feel defeated. worthless. [everything the comment sections wants her to feel.]

with a long, dramatic groan, emma drops backward onto kate’s couch; the phone tumbles beside her with a soft plop.      ‘this is, like  —  i could actually die right now. do you own a gun? i could really use a gun right now.’     she declares, in a very dramatic, very serious way only a nineteen-year-old experiencing online humiliation for the hundredth time possibly could.  the blonde stares at the ceiling for a few beats, stewing in her own personal misery, until something sparks.  a tiny fire.  a breath catches inside of her chest before it moves, breathing, igniting more flames, and then finally  —  the explosion she was waiting for!  

a loud gasp escapes emma's lips as she snaps upright, scooting to the edge of the cushion as she points directly at kate with both index fingers. as if she's the key to it all.      ‘fun-sized with little cricket featuring fucking hawkeye!  oh, pause  —  not, like, fucking hawkeye  …  you know what i mean.’      she grins triumphantly; in her mind, this is a completely flawless idea.

[lilsupe-arc]

i finally caved and made emma her own pinterest ✨

[lilsupe-arc]

things that make me think about emma:

sillybands

star shaped pimple patches

zara larsson's midnight sun album

crickets obviously

just vodka point blank

the song nobody by mitski

smiley face stickers

diy beaded bracelets

lisa frank coloring books lol

britney spears' blackout album

this bong

vodka transfusion cutwaters

buzzballs

the multicolored goldfish crackers

victoria's secret flirt like an angel perfume 🫩

[ameyerca]

gen v sentence starters.

i'm never coming back.

i'm gonna be down there one day.

i could go all the way — i just need the chance.

i knew i shouldn't have gone.

i didn't ask for this.

just leave me alone.

i'm not a monster.

i'm not here to do keg stands, or get high, or get in touch with my feelings about my past.

i'm here to be a hero.

this school fucks you over.

it's no different than the shithole i grew up in.

we've been through this: you're fucked up, i'm fucked up.

the only thing that is really apparent now is that we are all fucked up.

we do this and there's no going back.

look, i have a platform now where i can help people.

hey family!

my mental health journey has allowed me to grow in ways i never thought possible.

as my girl brené brown says: strong back, soft front, wild heart!

our journey has ended, another one begins.

i know sophomore year is gonna be lit.

it was a mistake.

anything and everything you do is okay.

i'm not a weapon, okay?

you don't have to be tough right now, not with me.

hi! i've been dying to meet you!

oh my god, you're so pretty.

do you want a white claw?

i've been through this lifetime movie before.

get it, got it, good!

wherever we go, we're in this together.

do me a solid and choke me out of my fucking misery.

heroes always come back, right?

no more running.

okay, sorry, can i get a quick sparknotes version?

i have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

what the fuck is this?

you've been through may more shit than some asshole trying to make you feel small.

come on, you're brave!

how you feel? 'cause i'm sweating cocaine.

maybe put your dick away?

i'm surprised you can walk straight with everyone's tongue lodged up your ass.

piece of dickless shit.

i don't mean you're stupid — you're fucking smart.

what's your angle?

you know what day it is? it's fucking saturday.

i think it's easier for me to be angry with you than to be terrified of losing you.

i'm not going back to fucking woods!

i got a broken fucking brain!

what's the name of my all time favorite movie?

oh, it's not so bad.

you always do that — why do you always do that?

uh, it's scary for me to be out here.

just leave me alone, television's jason ritter!

you're all fucking puppets!

i'm gonna make you remember that you're a hero — a real hero.

there are dangerous, evil people at that school.

you, and that, was amazing.

i wish we could stay here forever.

let's run away together.

we're better than humans.

i want to be a hero, too.

and trust me, i hate myself.

i feel so empty — it feels good.

oh, i wouldn't touch that.

you always made me feel better.

did you get any sleep last night?

that is really freudian.

i think this is something you just have to go through.

i told you not to do anything stupid!

i know you love me. it doesn't change the fact that you're a fucking bitch.

we can't trust anybody.

what side are you on?

i can recall someone chugging a bottle of rum and four dicks in the bathroom of a TGI fridays!

please stop, you'll kill them!