@pistollips
cherry valley forever

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
NASA
No title available
todays bird
Not today Justin
we're not kids anymore.
noise dept.
DEAR READER

Andulka
Mike Driver
styofa doing anything
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium

shark vs the universe
almost home

ellievsbear

izzy's playlists!

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Belgium

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from South Korea
seen from Philippines

seen from Australia

seen from Belgium
seen from United States
seen from Belgium

seen from Malaysia

seen from Australia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from France
@pistollipsaaaaa
@pistollips
like this if you wanna be mutuals on my new blog when i feel comfortable being active
think i’m gonna work on archiving soon . idk how much it’ll make me feel better but like … worth a shot ig
> ALL ENGRAMS SUBMITTED THROUGH THE SOULKILLER PROGRAM TO ARASAKA ARE TREATED AS PROPERTY AND CAN BE DESTROYED AT ANY TIME.
Normalize disliking people and avoiding them without starting a conflict and insisting that they're bad people. You don't actually need to be able to call someone toxic and abusive in order to justify that you're not vibing with them.
ik i’m already barely active on here but i think consider this an official semi-hiatus across all blogs because Being Here really really feeds into mostly negative shit for me sometimes and taking a genuine break usually fixes that. i’ll still be on my commission blog but that’s like a separate bubble from the rpc thankfully. i’ll also b on discord so uhhh ig just dm me if u want it? and i’ll pop on to check 4 that
FINALLY did atty’s birthchart. had to alter the day a little bit to make it actually fit her personality, so ... she’s a leo sun, sagittarius moon, leo rising, leo venus & leo mercury lmao.
tumblr is just as misogynistic as real life, and it fucking sucks. everyone tries to act like tumblr is some kind of safe space from societal norms, but it isn’t. it fucking sucks, too, because JUST LIKE IN REAL LIFE, female muses are pitted against each other. who can be the least mary sue? it’s made into a competition constantly. i’m not allowed to just admire a fellow girl, i also have to be jealous of her. i’m not allowed to post shippy threads or i’m, what, a slut? god forbid i ship with a male, or then my character isn’t really bi, i’m just putting that there for attention, right?
thanks for upholding misogyny, guys.
pistollips is one of the most special and incredible people on this website. v treats her muses with such love and gives her friends the same love too. i know i can go to her with anything, and she'll hear me out because she's so absolutely kind and lovely. she's inventive and fun and engaging and everything anyone could ask for from a writing partner and friend
♡ ! @pistollips
PSA
Unfortunately since people cant fuck off and let things go I’m going to have to make a post about this shit. I haven’t even said her name in close to a year because I moved on but since you apparently haven’t (and yes I know you will see it Brandi, so fucking enjoy it. ).
IF YOU INTERACT WITH BRANDY/BRANDI/ENCHANTESS/LOVETT BLOCK ME AND GO ABOUT YOUR BUISNESS. ( FROM BOTH diamcndscarred AND femmecaedes )
I’m sick of her fucking digging shit up and running to people spreading lies. Funny how that now I’m not in the DC fandom anymore how you start this shit now when I have no one here to back me up on your bullshit aside from Jess.
If you feel inclined, please look at the read more when I talk about the ABUSE she fucking put me through the entire time she associated with me. If you don’t agree, go on and block bc I am so sick of her trying to dismantle everything I am doing.
Keep reading
i don’t rly have it anywhere on her carrd or in her bio bc it’s not rly relevant majority of the time in threads, but atty does have a tiktok with like 600k+ followers on it. tiktok and instagram are her most followed social media.
deadsocialite. 🎔
𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴. before she knew you were real, or before she realized what you were –––– even in death, cars driving too close to sidewalks make you nervous, give you a phantom pain where you think your heartbeat would be. it’d skip, if it could, because even if you’re dead, you still feel ( metaphorically, at least ) fear. you’d seen her walk a little too close to edge of the road, a distracted driver going just a bit too fast.
𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙴. you know that now, a few weeks after getting to know her, the girl with the fire inside her, quite literally, who knew who you were. she’s been more than a friend, not quite a lover, but you know the signs; the two of you are at full speed, and you knew that you’ve already fallen for her. you had the moment she yelled at you for possessing her in the first place –––– not because of the invasiveness of the whole thing, but because she had everything under control. she was just as fiery in spirit as she was in actuality.
𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙴. you’ve thought about it, of course, possessing someone, just to be able to feel something again. but you never considered her, not knowing how it would shift the dynamic; would there be a power difference if you did that? would you start to view her as simply a vessel? the logical part of you knows she would never, ever let you have any sort of god complex above her. the not logical part of you worries anyways.
𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃, but your mind is already made up. a shake of the head, a small smile, because even if you’re rejecting her offer, you’re still honored that it came from her, of all people. ❝ that’s… ridiculously kind of you, atty, but i can’t do that –––– i don’t really know how possession works, i don’t wanna fuck it up, not with you. ❞
@pistollips: you can share a body with me, if you want.
when you love, you love hard. it starts from the moment you become aware of someone’s existence, with very little room for change or grey area. you don’t really count when you actually first met him as your first impression, though. your real first impression of cooper roberts was, ironically, from a tiktok audio. admittedly, a thirst trap, if someone wants to call it that. and it wasn’t necessarily not your type of music. and as you looked into him a bit more, you saw he put meaning in his music, stood up for what was right ... plus, he was super hot. you filed him in your mental list of celebrities you’d love to meet, fuck and befriend, and moved on. until he died.
when you heard of his death, it fucking stung. another promising young figure, lost to addiction. well, a car accident, but considering he was drunk ... the media framed it as addiction. and you figured they were right. you’re not even famous by real standards, just known of, and addiction rules your life more than you like to let on. you wished you could’ve met him.
and you got to !! just not in the way you were expecting, nor at the time you were expecting. one second you were scrolling through twitter, on the way to grab some coffee, and the next your body was moving on its own with this weird feeling coursing through you. you don’t like being scared, so you reacted in anger. without an idea how, you kicked the entity out of your body and informed it that it had some fuckin’ explaining to do. but as it appeared in front of you, explained its intentions, your heart jumped into your throat. it was him. still pissed, even more confused, you insisted that you had yourself under control. didn’t need saving from a dead person. and maybe saying it out loud was what made it really click for you.
cooper roberts saved your life. maybe. you still figure you’d have been fine, because the idea of your own mortality seems so far, but even still. you can put at least a little bit of your pride aside for him. you can more than that aside. parasocial relationships are bullshit, but at least you were right all along about him. he’s a good guy. and he’s even more hot in the flesh ... or ... in the ... ectoplasm?
you offer yourself to him. you’ve got nothing better to do. and he’s being humble... and sweet. he doesn’t want to risk anything. he’s still trying to protect you. so you roll your eyes at him. ❝ i don’t need you to protect me, remember? ❞ except you do. you do need him. maybe not for protection in the way he’d think, but you need him. and how things are, you never have to worry about his safety. about fucking things up on your end, at least with that. with everyone else, there’s always that chance... when emotions run high, and items around you burst into flames. when someone is charging at you, and your hands fly up, and just like that their neck is snapped and they’re lying on the floor, eyes wide open, jaw slack, blood--
❝ you did it before and it was fine. what if you did it just .. temporarily? like, a special occasion thing? who would be better than me to let you try it out? ❞ he’d be better off not answering that, lest you get jealous.
@brkfstgrrrls said ... ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair .
a hand in your hair. your own flies out and makes impact with her wrist, and your eyes travel up her arm. oh, it’s jennifer. ... oh. it’s jennifer. a grin spreads across your cheeks, grip on her loosening, now just limply hanging there as you don’t want to let go. ❝ hey jen... ❞ cue the ridiculous giggling. can’t you ever act like a normal person around pretty girls? -- you may be cheer captain, but jennifer will always outrank you in coolness. forget popularity, jennifer check is the queen of ... everything. ❝ did you wanna go over routines? ❞ she’s color guard, but you like to go over everything with everyone when it comes to games and pep rallies. it just makes everything flow better.
Two days after a “new” government was elected and 20 days after the ceasefire, Israel is once again bombing Gaza.
Source: X, X & X
@rituaels said ... ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . & ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
you don’t entirely understand what she’s going through. not yet, anyway. perhaps one day, a day when you realize your full potential. for now, things are as normal as they’ve ever been... save for her, of course. but not in a bad way ! not at all in a bad way. you wish she could be here more, and you’re grateful when she does drop by. most of your childhood was spent running in a similar fashion as she does now, but instead of running from anything in specific, yourself and your mentor accomplice were just making sure you didn’t get too caught in an identifiable pattern.
she’s exhausted. you offer what you can, what might help... and maybe a little extra on the side. beck’s body leans against yours, and with her tired eyes closed, you examine her with both adoration and concern. as she opens her eyes, the concern melts to save her pride, and she looks back at you. you’re not sure if you’re just being a little too optimistic, seeing things that aren’t there, but it almost looks like she’s telling you something. that she loves you. so you smile, slowly reach out and brush some hair behind her ear, careful not to disturb her position too much.
well, if she won’t say it, you will.
❝ i think i’m in love with you. ❞
haddonfled. 🎔
FIRE HAS NEVER BOTHERED HIM: it is a construct / an idea thought to life by those who are afraid to burn. once upon a time, everybody’s ancestors were tossed onto a funeral pyre and set ablaze. the ashes were cast into the wind, and that’s why the sky turns gray from time to time. ( fear of fire is the fear of death, and michael has never been afraid to die. ) perhaps that’s why he finds company in athena: she may be death, but he holds her flame in his palms with all the bespoke indifference of prometheus.
she speaks for them both / speaks so that he does not have to. her words are loud, filling the air with soot and with smoke. he finds silence amongst all of the noise, the sound of her drowning out the sound of him. ( ‘ was that a smile, myers? ‘ ) he blinks, slowly –– the hunter at rest, docile by his own volition / wondering idly about the unspeakable details of her stories. what does it feel like to singe life at its core? what does it smell like to strip skin from bone like crude oil from the earth? what does it taste like to press souls against the tongue, inhaling the gaseous remains of those who have simply ceased to exist? ( considers asking / smothers the unspoken words in their womb until they become only shadows. ) in the place of a voice comes a smile … small, wicked –– the type of smile born to sink white teeth into the scruff of the neck. a challenge in its own right, denying her the satisfaction of seeing what isn’t there by subjecting her to what is. [ how will you know what i’m thinking? you can’t you can’t you won’t you can’t. ]
you know cat speak. michael isn’t a cat, but ... well ... he might as well be, right? in fact, in many ways, he reminds you of your cat. a grumpy little bastard who ran away to freedom any time the door was left open for longer than a few seconds. notorious for scratching and biting those of your houseguests who he deemed deserving of it. they even have the same resting face. he blinks at you, real slow, and in the feline world, closing one's eyes in the presence of another is the ultimate sign of trust. so, you blink in return, as ridiculous as it may look.
but you don’t expect him to actually smile. you weren’t sure he was even capable of it. it makes you wonder if he ever smiles under the mask, where no one would see. it’s a beautiful smile, as beauty is in the eye of the beholder. michael is a force of nature, only meant to be observed from a distance if you value your life. you’re lucky enough to watch him work up close and personal. you can learn a lot from him. to be more methodical, less emotional. he could really help make you a master killer.. but that’s not even why you like hanging out with him. you’ll take silent tips from him every so often, but what you like the most about him is the honesty of his nature, his listening ears, and now, that wicked smile.
you wanna brag. want all the other killers to know that you got michael myers to smile, and not by letting him gut you. at the same time, it’s special. something for you. you’ll probably let it slip at some point, but you hold in your excited screams for now. instead, you do the unthinkable. something that could still ruin the moment, but something worth trying. you reach forward and gently tap the tip of his nose, but tack on the proclamation, ❝ you are the coolest mother fucker to ever exist. ❞ entity be damned.
ideafalls.🎔
@pistollips· | STARTER CALL.
IT’S STARTED FEELING LIKE THE OLD DAYS. Dutch could never quite shake off the unavoidable nostalgia ( as foolish as he finds it ). But seeing everyone TOGETHER, with their faces much less grim, after all the HAVOC & HEAT they were running from— Whose heart wouldn’t get a teeny-tiny bit more MELLOW? However, deep down, he knows it’s a matter of days till Cornwall’s FAITHFUL puppies are back on their tail. Even if during those evening whiles of loud REVERIE over the campfire he claims otherwise, repeating time and time again that long-awaited freedom is almost at their FINGERTIPS… He’s wiser than this.
❝ Come on. ❞ Another shot shatters a drained GIN BOTTLE standing on a tower of wooden boxes; with the corner of his VIGILANT eye, he catches a distant silhouette in the empty field. Gesturing to his impromptu aim training setup, a hint of ENCOURAGEMENT writhes his lips as leisure hand rummages through the bullets CLINKING in his pocket. ❝ How ‘bout you have a go at it? ❞
the energy around camp tonight has you even peppier than usual. the group cheerleader, you sing alongside them, just happy to see smiles other than your own. and when singing gets boring, you wander. count heads and faces, wanting to make sure everyone’s cheer is accounted for. you’re certainly missing a prominent figure, but a little further from the clamoring of the others, out of range of the fire light but still lit by the blue moon, there he stands. you plan on spying a bit longer, but he spots you. of course he does.
like the loyal dog you are, as soon as you’re called you’re at his side, taking in the scene. you plan to tell him he should come celebrate with the others, but who are you to turn down shooting a gun? ❝ don’t mind if i do. ❞ any excuse to impress the impressive, you draw your own pistol and double check the magazine. full as always. you aim, hand shaky from the booze. ❝ which one am i goin’ for? ❞