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defined     by     no     man     ,     you     are     your     own     story     ,     blazing     through     the     world     ,     turning     history     into     herstory.     and     when     they     dare     to     tell     you     about     all     the     things     you     cannot     be     ,     you     smile     and     tell     them     ,     “     i     am     both     war     and     woman     and     you     cannot     stop     me     "     

indie     canon     &     oc     multi   -   muse ft.     badass     women.     written     by     tas

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MOVED TO MULTI @seduttora​.

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okay can someone give me a plot based off secret obsession. spoilers but the movie is about a woman who presumably was about to kidnapped but got knocked out and taken to the hospital instead. where this guy shows up saying he’s her husband. has all these photos too and she has amnesia so she doesn’t know any better. fast forward and we find out said guy is actually who attacked her and doctored all the photos because he’s been in love with her. like just imagine a plot where love is the one who pretends to be the fake wife to your muse who remembers nothing and doesn’t realize love was actually their assailant LIKE WHAT A BIG CRAZY MOOD

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me watching mindhunter:

me looking at love:

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@thefeirest​  :  📝

Dear James ,

Did I ever get around to telling you about Maria ? I’m sure you’d remember her. Short hair, sweet little thing, worked at Anavrin for a little bit. A splendid little baker. Something about those hands of her knew just how to mold the dough, and you have to remember the decorations she piped onto the cakes. You used to call them a work of art, it made me a little jealous. You and her never really got too much time to talk, and I’ll take the blame for that. It’s hard to share your attention when every second felt so sacred. And I wasn’t wrong, was I ? But never mind that.

She reminded me a lot of you. Pure at heart and always wanting the best for people. She was sick for a very long time. Pale skin and sunken cheeks, she looked like she would go young, I had secretly made bets about it with Lucy. I know I know, I can hear you chiding me already, we’re horrible. I get it, but the point is, she didn’t pass. I never told you what really happened. Sweet thing stumbled into the store one day, head not screwed on right. Think of me after a day out with mom, when nothing seems to fall into the right places, kind of like that. I don’t know what had gotten into her, but something in the back her head seemed to clicking, gears locking into place. I couldn’t figure it all out at first, but it had something to do with her mother and those medications.

The meds Stupid fucking medications Those medications and her death sickness.

I hated her for telling me about it. It wasn’t really her fault, I pieced it together after a while. If she were anyone else I’d blame her for paving the inevitable path for me, but she’s too naïve to know any better. She said when the medications hit her tongue they tasted a little bitter. A taste that crawled to the back of throat. Is that why you started drinking juices instead of water? Was it that hard to wash down? Was it that hard to wash out? She’d done it. I thought you would’ve been stronger.

Maria and her medications. I had to fire her after it. You would hate me for it, I blamed it on grief, but really it was guilt. I wonder how she’s doing now, I wonder if she’s figured it out. She was a smart girl, but she wore her heart on her sleeve. You would’ve liked her.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒

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Send me a 📝 for a journal entry about your muse.

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In order to cope with James’ death, Love had been advised to start writing a journal, but in the format of letters to James. Instead of the classic “dear diary” it would start with “Dear James” and a recollection of her day and what she would have liked to show him. In these entries, one can read the way Love wraps various people in her life into her web and why. She trusted James with almost everything. James was the last person to tell a soul -- and how could he? So her journal reflects that trust and bond she had with him. But things start to shift slowly. As the year rolls around and Love slowly finds herself gravitating towards Joe, the diary becomes a “Dear You” followed by a “Dear Will” and finally to a “Dear Joe.” It captures the obsession she’s had for him from the start, and reads almost like love letters. 

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Love would 100% be living during quarantine. A chance to keep Joe under her watch at all times ? No more of him sneaking out to see this wretched neighbour ? Her playing house all day ?? Living.

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𝓉𝑜 : @suresaint​

                              𝐉𝐎𝐄   𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆   𝐈𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐋.   Joe   Goldberg   is   in   jail   ,   and   Love   is   pregnant   with   his   child.   Her   world   had   turned   upside   down   ,   and   her   head   had   been   abuzz   since   the   day   she’d   watched   them   tear   him   from   her   arms.   Weeping   as   press   huddled   around   her   ,   asking   her   questions   that   were   shooed   away   by   the   comforting   embrace   of   her   mother.   For   a   moment   ,   Love   could   actually   hear   the   pace   of   her   heart   beating   for   her   daughter.   Scared   for   the   daughter   who   had   lost   everything   near   and   dear   to   her   or   scared   for   the   Quinn   family   name   ?   It   was   hard   to   tell   when   so   many   thoughts   clouded   her   senses   ,   but   her   gut   told   her   otherwise.   She   didn’t   dwell   on   it   when   family   was   the   ONLY   thing   she   could   grasp   onto.

The   weeks   rolled   by   ,   friends   and   family   alike   came   to   visit.   Offer   their   condolences   about   Forty’s   death   ,   only   to   quickly   turn   the   topic   towards   Joe.   They   didn’t   care   about   her   brother.   If   they   had   they   would’ve   come   months   ago   ,   held   her   at   the   funeral   where   her   legs   gave   out   on   her.   She   knew   vultures   when   she   saw   them   ,   and   she   could   count   them   off   on   her   fingers   as   they   flocked   in   and   out   of   her   house.   But   she   wasn’t   one   of   them:   Zelda   was   different.   Zelda   felt   with   her   heart   and   gave   with   her   soul.   She   held   her   when   nightmares   shook   her   awake   ,   combed   fingers   through   her   hair   to   soothe   the   sobs   that   caught   in   her   throat.   Zelda   reminded   Love   of   all   that   she   had   lost   ,   and   she   was   perfect.

The   perfect   woman   to   fit   the   mold   that   sat   empty   with   the   loss   of   Forty   and   Joe.   What   would   the   press   say   if   she   kept   the   child   of   a   man   accused   of   murder   ?   They   would   call   her   naïve   ,   a   foolish   woman   in   love   with   no   one   to   support   her.   But   what   would   the   press   say   when   her   hand   sat   flush   against   that   of   a   new   lover   ?   They   would   gush   at   the   idea   of   a   broken   woman   finding   her   pillar   ,   understand   how   she   had   found   strength   in   another.   Headlines   would   read   ❝   NATURE   VS   NURTURE   :   child   of   a   murderer   ,   brought   up   by   two   mothers.   ❞   Her   life   would   fall   back   into   place   ever   so   slowly.  

And   it’s   that   thought   that   spread   a   grin   across   her   face   as   she   lies   beside   her   childhood   friend.   The   tips   of   her   fingers   graze   the   blades   of   grass   under   them   ,   picnic   blanket   left   sprawled   at   their   feet   because   Love   had   wanted   to   feel   the   earth   under   her.   She   slowly   turns   her   head   to   the   side   ,   admiring   Zelda’s   profile.   She   was   a   beautiful   woman   ,   and   in   another   world   ,   maybe   Love   would   actually   be   as   infatuated   with   her   as   she   had   to   pretend   she   was.   Maybe   in   another   world   they   might   actually   have   lived   a   good   life.   But   a   woman   could   never   give   her   children.   Zelda   had   never   been   the   goal   ,   just   a   convenience.  

She   doesn’t   let   her   think   it   as   fingers   slowly   wrap   around   the   other’s   ,   a   gentle   hum   as   she   presses   the   blonde’s   knuckles   against   her   cheek.   ❝   You   might   think   this   is   CRAZY   ,   but   hear   me   out.   ❞   She   pauses.   Not   because   she   has   to   think   ,   but   because   in   another   world   her   heart   should   be   racing   ,   anyone   in   her   position   would   be   shaking   with   nerves.   Love   was   as   still   as   a   leaf   ,   absentmindedly   tracing   the   veins   on   the   back   of   the   other’s   hand.   ❝   You   don’t   have   to   say   anything   about   it   now   ,   you   don’t   even   have   to   acknowledge   it   ,   ❞   She   raises   her   eyes   to   lock   with   Zelda’s   ,   crooked   grin   bright   on   her   lips.  

❝   But   what   if   we   got   married   ?   ❞        

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do i want a verse where love actually just kills joe and plays the victim card after it all? probably. probably finds her next victim to latch onto, and of course, like all her other lovers, things will inevitably spiral into chaos. 

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Love and James Kennedy.

For those of you who haven’t heard, there was a theory going around that Love had killed James. After much deliberation, I think I subscribe to this. As much as I would love for her to actually experience loss and grow from it, I don’t think she did. Before I go on a tangent about why I think she did it, I just wanted to mention that I was on the fence about this for a while.But looking back to the whole, I feel like the mention of “doctor’s couldn’t figure out what it was” was foreshadowing or implying something in the show. It seems like an unnecessary statement, if not meant to provoke something. Also, a lot of this headcanon is based off many theories on Reddit, so in no way is this fully original.

Let’s start with WHAT:

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𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙉𝙉 , 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙔 ·:

❝            yeah?        It’s      subtle   ,      right?     ❞       forty     questioned    ,        turning     his    head    to    watch    as    his    twin    encircled     him    ,       judging     the    suit    selection    from    every    angle.          there    was    no    one    else    he    valued    so    much    as    his    sister    love       &        her    opinion    meant    everything    to    him    ;           even    if    it    was    a     passing    comment    he    would    take    it    to    heart       &         he    knew    that    she    sometimes     tip    toed    around    his    feelings    careful    not    to    break    his    fragile    resolve.     ❝             okay    now    you’re    just    gassing    me    up!!!        ❞         he    chuckled    wrly   ,     surveying    himself    in    the    three    fold    mirror         ,        pale    eyes    scrutinizing     every    tiny    detail    as    the    brunet    inspected    his    shoulders.          it’s    not    that    he    didn’t    think    he    looked    good   ,          forty    knew    what    silhouettes    flattered    him    the    most      &       what    fabric    he    preferred    but    sometimes     his     figure    seemed    not    his    own    when    he    looked    in    the    mirror.            as    if    he    stared    long    enough    in    a    looking    glass    or    a    reflection    from    a    passing     car    ,       certain    body    parts    would    enlarge   or    shrink    or    he’d    notice    the    tiniest    quirk    in    his    appearance    he    hadn’t    noticed    previously    ,        bringing    up    said    issues    to    his    sister    sometimes    during    their    late    night    talks    ,        she    would    try    her    best    to    reassure    him.            long    moments    of    grooming    were    difficult    for    him.           both    as    someone    who    wanted    to    perfect    the    i    just    woke    up    look    but    it    took    me    two    hours    to    achieve    this    vibe       &         also    the    person    who    could    barely    look    at    himself     in     a    mirror    for    longer    than    two     seconds.          shopping    was    a    blessing       &        a     curse.         one    in    need    of    constant     validation    while    unconsciously    tearing    himself    down    mentally     only    to    ooze    out    pseudo     confidence       &        arrogance    in    his    spoken    words    at    a    moments     notice.         a     blip    in    his    features    ,      only    the    tiniest    flutter    of    doubt    shown    in     his    features   ,        something    his    twin    would    probably    notice.         eyebrows     furrowed   ,      smile    once    wide    now    turned    downwards     as    a    light    chuckle    rumbled    in    his    throat.          his    thighs   ,    of    fucking    course.       It    was    always     his     god    damn     thighs. 

       ❝         god   ,       whoever    thought    double    breasted    suits    were    a    thing      &       should     be     allowed    to    come    back    needs    to    like    take    a    sabbatical.         I     wasn’t    holding    my    breath!       ❞         tone    clipped    as    a    whine    escaped    his    throat   ,       an    exhale    of    a    deep    breath    he   had    been    holding .         maybe    if    he    pretended    his    thighs    didn’t    exist    they    wouldn’t    seem    to    balloon    at    the    oddest    angles    or    suddenly    shrink    like    in    a    fun    house    mirror    all    exaggerated      &       elongated    angles.         sometimes    when    no    one    was    around    ,       he    would    feel    the    tiniest     pinprick    of    fingernails    against    skin.         seeming    to     notice     crescent     shaped    indentations    on    pale    thighs    ,      the    reddening     marks    of    someone    else    having    been     there    ,        the    tightening    of    soft    hands    around    his    legs   ,        the    crawling    touch    of    painted    nails    snaking    upwards.        head    shaking    adamantly    in    disgust    ,       smoothing    out    the    wrinkled    corners    of    his    button    down    beneath    the    suit     jacket    .        hesitant     glance    given    to    the    mirror       &         he    felt    the    familiar    suffocation    of    standing    too    close    to     someone.         ❝           ugh   ,      i     hate    it.      i     should    just    rethink    the    whole    outfit!           I’m      really    sorry    lovey    ,      but    can    we    put    this    whole    shopping    day    on     hold?        tell    will      that     i’m     sorry    i     ruined     your     day.          i     know    you    guys    were    probably    going    to     do    something    obnoxiously     cute    or    like    extraordinarily    gross    together     today.     ❞   

                             ❝   𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐰𝐡𝐲  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐦𝐞  𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  ?  𝐓𝐨  𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐞𝐠𝐨  ?   ❞   She   knows   better   than   anyone   else   that   there   was   more   rhyme   and   reason   behind   why   Forty   needed   her   with   him   ,   but   she’s   doing   her   best   to   avoid   the   elephant   in   the   room.   It’s   looming   presence   is   daunting   ,   but   they   only   address   it   when   no   one   else   can   hear.   They   had   their   secrets   and   they   kept   them   close   to   their   hearts.   Whispered   when   the   lights   were   turned   off   ,   a   bit   too   much   to   drink   ,   and   the   weight   of   their   unspoken   actions   sitting   on   their   chests.  

The   Quinns   knew   how   to   play   PRETEND   ,   they   had   done   it   their   entire   life.   Played   house   ,   the   perfect   family   ,   the   perfect   lives.   Batted   their   LA   –   done   –   lashes   ,   as   onlookers   soaked   up   the   picture   they   painted   for   them.   In   the   same   way   ,   the   twins   would   pretend   that   it   was   a   strange   ,   perhaps   quirky   to   some   ,   lack   of   self   -   confidence   that   had   Forty   dragging   his   sister   out   shopping   with   him.   They’d   laugh   it   off   like   it   was   nothing   but   a   character   flaw   of   a   man   whose   ego   seemed   to   know   no   bounds.   But   when   it   was   just   them   ,   it   was   hard   not   to   watch   the   way   he   flinched   at   his   own   reflection.   It   leaves   a   bitter   taste   in   Love’s   mouth   ,   and   the   feeling   that   justice   hadn’t   been   served.   Vengeance   executed   ,   and   yet   its   after   effect   still   haunted   them   daily.  

❝   You’re   a   terrible   liar   ,   ❞   She   retorts   with   a   snort   at   his   exhale.   It   takes   time   to   build   him   up   ,   and   she’s   willing   to   make   the   investment.   Yet   with   the   slightest   slip   of   a   tongue   ,   and   he   came   tumbling   down   right   before   her   eyes.   Nothing   out   of   the   ordinary   ,   Love   was   ready   for   the   inevitable   downfall   of   their   shopping   excursion.   Her   hands   come   up   to   cup   his   face   ,   focusing   him   in   on   her   and   downcast   eyes   away   from   everything   else.   Reminding   him   that   when   everything   else   fell   apart   ,   she   would   always   be   there   for   him.   It   was   a   twin   thing.   ❝   Hey   no   ,   we   don’t   need   that   negative   energy   all   up   in   our   space   ,   right   ?   Hate’s   a   strong   word   ,   might   even   count   for   a   coin   in   the   swear   jar.   ❞

Crooked   grin   and   all   ,   she   drops   her   hands   only   to   clasp   his.   Keep   him   tethered   ,   keep   him   close.   ❝   You   don’t   need   to   apologize   at   all.   Will   knows   what   he   signed   up   for   ,   ❞   A   codependent   brother   and   an   overly   protective   sister.   They’ve   already   had   this   argument   and   Love   had   won   the   fight   without   even   trying.   ❝   He   knows   that   when   the   twin   calls   ,   the   boyfriend   gets   put   on   the   back burner.   It’s   part   of   the   relationship   contract   he   signed.   Mom   always   said   to   get   promises   in   writing   ,   right   ?   ❞   They   won’t   talk   about   how   that   worked   out   for   their   mother   ,   so   she   laughs   it   off   and   offers   her   brother   a   firm   nod.   ❝   We   don’t   have   to   do   any   of   this   if   YOU   don’t   want   to   ,   if   you’re   not   feeling   it   anymore.   We’ll   go   out   ,   get   some   food   ,   or   do   some   impulse   shopping   ,   whatever   you   want   ,   okay   ?   ❞      

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*   ‘ 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ’  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

all  quotes  are  taken  from  the  book  hidden  bodies  by  caroline  kepnes .   the  second  book  in  the  you  series .

(   WARNING :   some  quotes  are  graphic   &   include  mentions  of  murder ,   death ,   &   may  contain  strong  language !   )

‘  it  is  possible  to  know  people .  they  show  you  who  they  are .  you  just  have  to  be  looking .  ’

‘  we  all  get  our  hearts  broken .  ’

‘  to  be  alive  is  to  do  it  again .  to  love  is  to  risk  everything .  ’

‘  the  real  horror  of  my  life  is  not  that  i’ve  killed  some  terrible  people .  ’

‘  the  real  horror  is  that  the  people  i’ve  loved  didn’t  love  me  back .  ’

‘  the  real  horror  of  my  life  is  not  that  i’ve  killed  some  terrible  people .  the  real  horror  is  that  the  people  i’ve  loved  did  not  love  me  back .  ’

‘  love  is  kind ,  love  is  patient ,  but  also ,  mainly ,  above  all  –  yes  –  love  is  perverted .  ’

‘  there  is  nothing  more  terrifying  than  realizing  the  one  who  knows  you  best  loves  you  least ,  pities  you  even .  ’

‘  a  book  lets  you  choose  how  much  of  the  blood  you  want  to  see .  a  book  gives  you  the  permission  to  see  the  story  as  you  want ,  as  your  mind  directs .  ’

‘  memories  are  all  the  same  at  their  core .  it’s  just  us  trying  to  keep  each  other  alive .  the  best  parts  anyway .  ’

‘  your  skin  is  a  waste  of  space  because  there’s  no  heart  inside  of  you .  ’

‘  i  can’t  stand  the  way  you  make  me  feel  so  good ,  like ,  better  than  i  ever  felt ,  and  then  you  tear  it  all  away ,  like  deep  down ,  you  don’t  want  me  to  be  happy .  ’

‘  the  girl  at  the  register  winked  and  said  she’s  also  a  big  fan  of  ‘ fifty  shades ’  and  this  is  what  has  become  of  our  society .  fucking  and  killing  are  the  same  damn  thing .  ’

‘  you  can  love  someone  all  you  want ,  but  you  can’t  go  into  their  past  and  become  part  of  their  formative  years .  ’

‘  i  wish  it  were  socially  acceptable  to  brandish  a  knife .  ’

‘  just  eat  it  and  shit  it  and  be  done  and  don’t  feel  special  cause  you  eat  that  shit  with  someone  because  in  the  end  we  all  shit  alone .  ’

‘  you  are  not  burdened  with  a  sensitive  heart .  yours  just  beats .  ’

‘  we  don’t  care ,  you  know ?  do  whatever .  chill  out .  be  gay .  be  straight .  i  mean ,  what  is  the  big  deal ?  we’re  all  gonna  die  anyway ,  you  know ?  who  wants  to  spend  their  precious  life  hating ?  ’

‘  this  town  is  full  of  places  to  hide  a  body ,  but  when  the  person  inside  the  body  doesn’t  love  you ,  it’s  not  an  easy  thing ,  turning  that  breathing  person  into  a  bad  one .  ’

‘  there  is  nothing  remarkable  about  this  ‘ guac ’ ,  about  any  ‘ guac ’ ,  and  california  needs  to  calm  the  fuck  down .  ’

‘  you  wasted  my  heart ,  my  time .  ’

‘  i  don’t  like  this  culture  of  reading  a  book  and  spitting  out  an  immediate  reaction .  ’

‘  there  is  no  such  thing  as  a  one - night  stand .  sometimes ,  what  you  do  for  one  night  destroys  your  future .  ’

‘  do  i  speak  english ?  no ,  but  i  speak  cunt !  ’

‘  it’s  not  the  past  if  it’s  not  finished .  ’

‘  it  would  be  nice  to  have  something  alive  to  hold  on  to  right  now ,  something  to  love  me ,  something  with  a  beating  heart  that  i  can  feel ,  something  to  be  with  me  as  i  sit  here ,  in  hell ,  trying  to  figure  it  out .  ’

‘  i  gave  her  as  much  as  i  had .  ’

‘  there  is  something  wrong  with  me .  ’

‘  i’m  like  an  asshole  in  a  sitcom  who  learns  the  same  fucking  lesson  every  week  and  this  is  my  life .  ’

‘  all  of  life  is  slightly  dependent  on  magic .  so  is  death .  ’

‘  i  go  over  the  mistake  in  my  head  a  dozen  times  a  day .  ’

‘  the  key  to  life  is  to  believe  in  something  that  matters ,  something  big  and  beautiful ,  something  more  profound  than  fame ,  money .  ’

‘  just  be  in  it .  you  earned  it .  ’

‘  i  am  done  with  all  that .  and  i  will  not  let  my  past  dictate  my  future .  ’

‘  somewhere  along  the  way  you  broke  your  own  heart  and  without  a  heart  you  can’t  get  better .  ’

‘  you’re  not  a  good  killer .  obviously .  ’

‘  i’m  relaxed  just  knowing  that  he’s  going  to  be  dead  soon .  ’

‘  your  life  is  supposed  to  expand .  your  bed  is  supposed  to  have  enough  room  for  someone  else  and  when  that  someone  comes  along ,  it’s  your  job  to  let  them  in .  ’

‘  he  became  a  cop  because  of  the  simplicity  of  the  uniform ;  you  don’t  have  to  think  about  what to  wear  every  day .  ’

‘  being  together  is  the  best  feeling  in  the  world ,  better  than  sex ,  better  than  a  red  convertible  or  that  first  ‘ i love you ’ .  ’

‘  i  can’t  stand  the  idea  of  being  asleep  and  missing  one  second  of  our  life  together .  ’

‘  the  best  role  models  can  be  the  worst  role  models .  ’

‘  life  is  cruel  and  the  word  ‘ love ’  shouldn’t  be  plastered  all  over  the  fucking  place .  ’

‘  we  are  perfect  together  and  i  am  better  for  knowing  you .  ’

‘  when  you  are  in  love  you  listen .  ’

‘  it’s  true  what  they  say  about  happiness .  if  you  approach  life  from  a  place  of  gratitude ,  you’re  more  apt  to  enjoy  things .  ’

[lovedquinn]

so since your girl has been away for way too long, shoot this a LIKE if you’d like to plot. i might write some random starters or reblog a meme to get the muse flowing, but i need to start afresh and this is how we’re doing it !!