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shark vs the universe
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
noise dept.
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Kiana Khansmith
macklin celebrini has autism
Love Begins
styofa doing anything
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Today's Document
Cosimo Galluzzi
trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@paper-straws
weeps eternally bc I miss being over here and on @paper-straws already but schoolwork has to come first and I just don't have the energy to do a mad scramble for class work on top of running my 9+ blogs and it's breaking my heart already, TWO more months before I'm fully active here again and I miss it sm
SEMI—HIATUS?
HEY BABES — !
So, this may or may not be a notice for a possible semi-hiatus all away across the blogs. I don't know for sure that I'm going on one, but I do know that I have an absolute fuckton of class work I need to spend my time working my ass off on if I have a snowballs chance of finally graduating from the hell that is public education. I really can't screw this last chance up, and I'm worried I'll be putting it off just to work on my blogs.
I'm still 100% open for plotting, meeting new folks, and my Disco.. is still open upon request, and I'm probably going to try to 'reward' myself with writing up a reply after I finish a set amount of work.
Please feel free to keep me company, hmu to gush about our muses, or ideas, or even just chat about what's going on. Come tell me to get my ass into gear and encourage me to finish this shit off!! 😚😚😚 I need it tbh.
SEMI—HIATUS?
HEY BABES — !
So, this may or may not be a notice for a possible semi-hiatus all away across the blogs. I don't know for sure that I'm going on one, but I do know that I have an absolute fuckton of class work I need to spend my time working my ass off on if I have a snowballs chance of finally graduating from the hell that is public education. I really can't screw this last chance up, and I'm worried I'll be putting it off just to work on my blogs.
I'm still 100% open for plotting, meeting new folks, and my Disco.. is still open upon request, and I'm probably going to try to 'reward' myself with writing up a reply after I finish a set amount of work.
Please feel free to keep me company, hmu to gush about our muses, or ideas, or even just chat about what's going on. Come tell me to get my ass into gear and encourage me to finish this shit off!! 😚😚😚 I need it tbh.
here you come again. dolly parton
i untangle my mistakes with careful fingers & weave a different ending — a softer, sweeter epilogue for myself. i kick away the brittle bones of winter & awaken like spring from its slumber, roses hidden within me blooming red in their revelry. i skip across your lies, like stepping stones, until i reach the sunshine beyond — the truth, terrifyingly simple in its tender-mouthed glory. i find the key to my ribcage i’d thought i’d lost, so many summers ago, so my heart will no longer be a hollow skeleton of itself. i see myself becoming a queen of my own making — not as violent as a forest fire, no, but as steadfast & ardent as a single flame in the mist. finally, and finally, i learn how to treat my body like a kingdom — i learn to cradle all that light gently within myself.
— A CLOSING CHAPTER || n.s.
“When wasn’t the first time I drank?”
@sixheartsaflame
admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio
so, andrea’s age doesn't seem to be explicitly mentioned! emily rios was 21YO when her introductory episode abiquiu aired, and 24YO when andrea’s death scene aired. brock was almost 6YO when introduced, and about 7YO when she was killed. this could theoretically place andrea’s pregnancy between the ages 14YO (the earliest potential beginning of pregnancy if she’s actually 21 in abiquiu) - 17YO (latest potential end of pregnancy if she’s actually 24 at her death at the end).
regardless, she would have been in high school at the time, while her little brother tomas was 6. tomas started slinging for the crew that ran their neighborhood’s streets at age 8.
my andrea experienced relentless bullying for being a young mother. she came from a really rough home and had always been around drugs from a really young age. being a pregnant high school drug addict with a mother who was always high & never around with a disapproving grandma who believed firmly in tough love was incredibly rough and lonesome. she learned to be pretty self-dependent, making taking jesse’s money on a regular basis a really difficult thing to do, but she’d do anything for her son. she was is an upstanding mother, always putting her baby first, regardless of her own personal struggling with the addiction that had crawled under her skin at a young age. she’d been doing really good, only relapsing occasionally. the last thing she wanted was for someone, for her grandma, to decide to take brock away from her. grandma loved her and brock and provided for them as best as she could with groceries and financial help, but was definitely firm and strict with her in desperate hopes that andrea would do something with herself and not turn out completely like her mom. [ in the script, grandma says “i’m tired -- tired of you all,” and with andrea being so young of an addict and tomas also being involved in drugs, it wasn’t a stretch for me to say my andrea’s unmentioned mother was a heavy drug-user as well if her fatherless 8 year old son was slinging. ]
life had just always been like this, but andrea, “alone & fragile” also knew how to take care of herself and her son, honest about not wanting to keep going to group but knowing she’s not supposed to use, and standing up to jesse angrily with no cares that she was nude as she barked back at him for questioning her parenting.
andrea’s emotionally strong as hell and built herself up. she struggles with handling everything all by herself, but she’s more worried for her son than anyone or anything else.
*tucks my hair behind my ear and looks off into the distance prettily like I don’t notice you looking at me*
FLY HIGH, ANGEL.
* MY MUSES (generator one / two)
TAGGED BY: @angstbabes over on my jesse!! TAGGING: anyone & everyone, tag me! show me ur babies!
send me ‘ drabble ’ + a word for me to write a short drabble about my muse with that word in mind ! it could be the name of a character from their canon , a certain event they’ve been through , or an emotion or feeling to name a few examples !
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Near Desert Center, California, where George Adamski claimed to have met a man from Venus.
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS INDIGO-MUN? ; blogroll time!!
CANON MUSES:
earth-to-dude ; tripp kennedy of flypaper (2011) ; medium-ish activity favorite bluechilipowder ; jesse pinkman of breaking bad, low activity & selective >>> paper-straws ; andrea cantillo of breaking bad ; low activity sideblog
MY OC FAMILY:
monstrumvenanadi ; ex-cop vigilante exorcist thomas hauley ; low activity dxmagedrose ; criminal witch rosa hauley ; highest activity, primary blog concretedaisies ; rosa’s daughter athena hauley ; low activity the-soldicr ; soldier of the supernatural phillip james hauley ; med-ish activity intheirhearts ; supernatural investigator & artist eli hauley ; low activity
@hammurabicomplex said:
drabble + brock!
send in ‘ drabble ’ + any word for me to write a short drabble about andrea w/ that word in mind! || ALWAYS OPEN!
andrea’s life had always been m e s s y as far back as she can remember, in one way or another ; dirty pots and pans piling up in the rusting sinks, boxes of spilled cheerios in hurried mornings, complicated familial relationships with tear-soaked screaming matches & run-down crack houses that had come to feel home. nothing really came easily to the young addict --- her life had just always been like this ; a constant uphill battle.
loving that little ball of sunshine toddling in through her room to greet her, however? that was the easiest thing she’d ever done. andrea’s little boy was the absolute light of her life, the best kind of reminder that there were always good things to come to those who waited.
“ hi, baby! ” she squeals, throwing her arms around him.
“ how was school today? ” she asks, squeezing his small frame to hers and showering him with affection. she cradles his head in her hands, lightly pinching his cheeks; he’s so beautiful with his bright, hopeful eyes and dimpled smile --- and he’s gotten so big! the days of enduring the relentless bullying in her last few years of public school pregnant and failing senior year feel like lifetimes ago --- --- and yet somehow it still feels like only y e s t e r d a y the doctors placed her fussing newborn baby into her exhausted arms as she wept in joy alongside Grandma.
“ it was good, ” he smiles politely, if a little sheepish and shy. “ I got an A+ on my social studies test today... ”
“ an A+ ! that’s so good, brock! ”
slow down, mijo, she begs him internally. you’re not ready to grow up in this world yet!
“ we have to celebrate tonight! whatever you want. ”
“ . . . can jesse come over? ” brock asks timidly, looking away as if afraid to hear the answer. andrea runs her fingers through his hair lovingly. he’d taken such a liking to jesse. she was nervous, not afraid for her own heart being broken, but for her son’s. it was still too early to tell if jesse would be the one to truly be around for him for not, and she didn’t want him to get his hopes up too high. she kisses his forehead.
“ I don’t know baby, ” she says, knowing whatever business jess had kept him away more often than not. she smiles s w e e t l y, sadly. jesse was absolutely amazing with brock, but she was still worried ; for both him and her boy.
“ --- but I can try to call him and we can ask him together, okay? ”
the brilliant smile that spreads on brock’s face is more than enough to light up a hundred early new mexico sunrises.
When The Party’s Over - Billie Eilish
