[memoryremaiins-a]

— 𝗢𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗔𝗜𝗡? 𝗪𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘. 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗜 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡. 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗬, 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . #MEMORYREMAIINS ( formerly znosyns & damirosse ) — indie, minimalist, low-activity multimuse blog ft. original characters. tumblr & discord friendly. please read my rules. penned by esther. ( CARRD. ) draft count: 005 / ask memes: 003

[gamoraswonder]

The Knight and the Zoomer, they retire from battle, and they settle down in a small village. With each passing day, their love grows stronger.

LUCAS SINCLAIR and MAX MAYFIELD in STRANGER THINGS 5.08 | "The Rightside Up"

[bonivers]

wait let’s try this again. #26 on ur spotify wrapped is how 2026 will go for you, how screwed r u

[memoryremaiins-a]

update

i've been really inactive on here and i want to be honest - i've been very stressed out and my anxiety/depression/ocd has flared up bad. these past two months have been hell and i need to take a step back. i try to do drafts and i just - can't. i don't know when i'll return. i'm sorry.

[bongjoonhoe]

Margaret Qualley and Aubrey Plaza

Honey Don't! (2025) dir. Ethan Coen

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

WHEN I FOLLOW YOU, I WANT TO INTERACT. I don’t follow for follow, I follow you because I’m interested in your character and want to write with you. sometimes, even when you follow me, I’m too shy to approach, or I’m just not really sure HOW. please; if I’m following you, shoot me a message. go ahead and RANDOMLY JUMP IN MY INBOX. Something – just know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you!!

[walkinginthewnd]

AUBRI IBRAG getting ready for the Rabanne Womenswear Spring/Summer 2026 show at the Paris Fashion Week

[recurringwriter]

WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs

[abtl]

Reblog to let your friends know you love their ocs

[milliontwilight]

open to: m muse: odessa monaco. early twenties. influencer. sophia laforteza

“is this your way of flirting with me?” her eyes fluttered in a teasing, seductive way. “or are you just nervous?”

[memoryremaiins-a]

put on the spot, he simply offers a modest smile, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "i definitely think i'm just nervous."

[simscloud]

“ i don't think we can be partners anymore. ” his words were abrupt, slicing through the quietness of the room. edward wasn't even sure if he had interrupted her mid-sentence. he hadn't been truly listening to her at all. he could barely hear anything over the thunderous rhythm of her heart beating, every pulse echoed through his skull. the scent of her becoming intoxicating it drowned out every rational thought he had. his eyes were fixed on the pages before him, fingers pressed against the page as he taped .. once, twice .. a thud to distract him from the overwhelming sensation. “ i work better alone, i can finish the assignment from my house without the distractions ”

[memoryremaiins-a]

"hey, so did you note how the chromosomes changed for metaphase ? it -" his thinly measured voice suddenly sliced through the question. bella looked up from the open notebook, and any attempt to resist drinking in his devastating beauty was done in vain. but not even his looks could detract from his hostility. the choice to sit across from each other had been intentional. was this normal behavior ? cold eyes refused to meet hers, yet contained an undeserved revulsion. edward cullen was mean, and it wasn't fair. brows tightened, almost inclined to scoff. "um - okay ?" fingers tucked a stray wisp of auburn behind her ear, catching a whiff of her strawberry shampoo. a beat before she settled on how to respond. "well this is a partnered assignment, so i'm not sure if you can work alone." mr. banner assigned the partners based on the seating chart, so they might be stuck with each other. which sounded just as hellish for her as it seemingly did for him. "what do you mean by distractions ? am i going too fast or something ?"

[brvisedknees]

full lips press into a pout, waiting, but . . . nothing. no answer—only the gentle pull of fingers through her hair, until warmth cups her cheeks. daisy's breath catches, skin flushed, eyes wide with something that feels too much like wanting. her lips part at the brush of her thumb, soft and instinctive, almost inviting. dolly seems to notice; no warning, no pause . . . just the press of her lips. she doesn't pull away, not even as their mouths move in sync, as if they were always meant to. ( hadn't they been? ) by the time dolly draws back, daisy feels a pull toward her, pulse racing, fingers twitching uselessly at her side as she resists the temptation to tug her back in. when her eyes finally open, dolly's already lounging against the pillows, unbothered, and a little too comfortable. daisy swallows dry, trying not to stare at the curve of her smirk, or the residual gloss on her lips. she's still catching her breath . . .

the teasing words snap her out of her, and she shoots the brunette a glare, breaking whatever trance she'd fallen into. dropping her bag to the floor with a thud, hands brace her hips. "i think some answers would be nice—" her tone tinged with a hint of desperation. sinking onto the edge of the bed, close enough to listen but far enough to pretend she's unaffected. shielding herself from the potential jolt of another touch, and ignoring the voice in her head pleading to skip the talking, and fall right back into whatever that was. "like, i don't know . . . why are you even here right now?"

[memoryremaiins-a]

while she'd enjoy continuing their makeout session, she probably does owe some answers. apart from her appearance, she does a terrible impression of a human. she simply can't be bothered with all the niceties. reclining on the bed, dolly emanates a relaxed glow, undoubtedly supernatural. smile fades into less seductive, more genuine teasing. "c'mon, you're acting like i've never been in your room before." she recalls every detail - the fairy lights strung above the white curtained window, the pastel oil painting centered on the wall. even the sky blue duvet feel familiar, memories of crawling underneath the covers with daisy, snuggling their stuffed animals. all these memories remain in tact somehow, tethering the two, a mutual pull. the silence lingers, finally broken by an irritated huff. "you're probably thinking i adopted a new skincare routine or got a sugar daddy or whatever." the other girl would've been correct about one of those things. blood facials actually worked for her. and she was fucking a cadet, so she had the police in her back pocket. "i simply needed another corporeal form," she says plainly, as if she was commenting on weather. "and i'd really like to stay a while because i'm on like, my fourth iteration now." dolly scoots closer to daisy, delicately placing a hand on her arm. "i'm still your friend - just better."

[memoryremaiins-a]

cleaning out old posts and then i'll get to drafts 🖤

[littlewrensx]

Olivia stepped out of the car, grateful for the fresh air that helped steady her spinning head. She reached for his arm without thinking, letting him guide her toward the door. “Sorry you had to come rescue me tonight,” she murmured once she found her words, her voice soft and tired. Inside, the space felt different with him in it. He had not been here since the breakup, and the photos that once held their faces had been replaced with her siblings and friends. “Yeah, that would be great,” she whispered, letting him lead her into her room. Her gaze drifted to the picture on her nightstand, the one she had never brought herself to replace. “Sorry. I have not changed that one yet.” Turning so her back was to him, she looked at him over her shoulder. “Can you unzip my dress for me?”

[memoryremaiins-a]

"it's alright," he said. "you don't have to apologize." he'd come to her rescue anytime. he couldn't resent olivia even if he tried. arctic blues squinted at the new pictures on the wall. was it bad that he couldn't remember what had been there before ? trailing a few paces behind up the stairs, elijah followed into her bedroom, despite needing no direction. when she spoke, his eyes locked onto the picture on her nightstand - their first date in a sunflower field, sunshine bright on both their smiles. her apology prompted a raise of his brows, snapped out of the memory. "no, i mean," he began, exhaling. "it's a good one. i've always liked that picture of us." tentatively, he stepped forward and pulled the zipper down in a swift motion, yet only half-way, exposing only the top of her back. blushing, he turned around, giving her privacy.

[nat111love]

SURFACE Season 2 | Episode 06

[wlwgif]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003) | S04E16 ‘Who Are You?’

[fairytca]

"thinking about me?" her voice remained low and smooth but lacking the usual bite. she let her gaze linger, studying olivia like she was something she couldn't quite figure out; if she wanted to keep at arm's length or pull closer. because let's face it, the older woman came in cold. after a beat of complete silence, suri decided to approach the older woman. not close enough to touch, but close enough to press the air around them tighter. "you don't have to dress it up as an excuse. if you wanted to see me, all you had to do was say so." a small shrug followed, more casual than her words betrayed. "not like i was gonna turn you away. do you want a glass of wine or maybe some tea? it felt chilly out there."

[memoryremaiins-a]

over her career, olivia grew accustomed to the stares. all eyes on her whilst delivering presentations, taking a bow on the runway, soaking in the applause. people stared due to their admiration, and at certain times, intimidation. but she found no such inclinations in the other's gaze. suri seemed to look at her as if she were studying a new species - fascinated, yet brimming with curiosity. olivia stiffened, any prior amusement fading from her expression. a flutter in her chest, a longing to close the gap between them. however, olivia didn't want to start something she couldn't finish. that's what got her into this predicament. after what felt like decades, olivia managed to nod. "yes - i - i did." she would be inclined to accept a glass of wine, but a chill ran through her tall frame, only partially due to the cold weather. "tea sounds excellent."

[shakespearesdaughters]