————— IT WAS JUST A PRANK

Indie Emily from Until Dawn.

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                             LITERATE && semi - selective

                    x - overs welcomed , canon ( headcanon ) divergent 

[ahandmaiden]

         Doesn’t matter what we’ve done.                 All that matters now is what we do next.

[pleasematt]

STARTER CALL !!!!!           like for a starter.

[springmood]

[pleasematt]

punchdrunkluv:

✧ miracle night ✧

[femaleidols]

[pleasematt]

femaleidols:

myoui mina ♡ 161102

[pleasematt]

sorry for inactivity!! i was on holiday at the weekend and then on the sunday, i fell over and hit my head and i just had trouble sleeping for a few days. now i have coursework!!!

[ofsunshine]

         welcome

               to

                     rileytown !!!

[pleasematt]

@stcrdcst Oh, sadly it's the themes. The graphics and everything and if I zoom in, everything looks super distorted. Even my own themes, especially since I used images with writing. Lol, also I know you from my other blog, haha. From: @ofbelief

[pleasematt]

sits here squinting cause she's not used to her new laptop still??? why is everything so small here!!

[copbitten]

@pleasematt

IT WAS THEIR FIRST OUTING AS A COUPLE since everything that had happened. They went to see a movie, he paid, and they sat together in the dark along with the rest of the audience in the packed theater and watched the movie they came to see. After the credits rolled down the screen, they walked together outside to his car. He had his gaze lowered, looking away from her for only one short moment to check his phone, when he glanced back up again. Matt heard his OWN sharp intake of breath as he hurried  to catch up to her. A hand shot out, fingers protectively snagging around Emily’s wrist, and he gripped her more strongly yet gently as he braced her from stepping into the path of a speeding car. ❛ WOAH! ❜ he let out. Matt’s blood was racing like he had just finished running a marathon, heart pounding against his ribs. ❛ Careful there, Em. You all right? ❜

[pleasematt]

It had been a funny movie and there had been a few times where her lips had opened, just slightly, to let out a laugh---a fake one. It was increasingly difficult to concentrate, but then it had been for the last few months. She had shut everyone out: Matt included and had holed herself in the comfort of her own bedroom---finding solace in one small room. However, it did not halt the memories that often seeped through, leaving her with bloodshot eyes and blotchy tear stains on her cheek the next morning. And so, when she left the movie theatre with Matt, like usual she was lost in her own living nightmare. She plastered on that fake smile that she was fooling no one with and got on with her life. The terrible night terrors that plagued her dreams often kept her awake at night and left her with a trivial amount of sleep, causing Emily to step out into the road recklessly, not thinking to check for oncoming traffic. The next thing she knew, Matt had pulled her out of the way, mind now realising the impending danger that she had almost put herself in. She tried so hard to keep herself together. She had to. Emily had even deluded herself into thinking she was okay. She would glance at the mirror, explaining---no assuring herself, that everything was going to be okay. But, Matt’s words threw her off balance. She was not all right. Not at all. She begged for the tears to disappear: not wanting to show weakness and yet they did not comply and they fell anyway, her hands raising to hide her face.

[copbitten]

@pleasematt

MATT NEVER LIKED SHOPPING BEFORE especially not with Emily. His shopping partner was his girlfriend, who as it turned out was the most crazy shopper ever. It was a lengthy and boring affair, especially when it involved staying at the exact same store for a stretch of hours at a time with nothing to do but look at your watch every few seconds — counting down on the clock in the HOPES of leaving soon. Matt was left to hold all the shopping bags while she rifled through racks and shelves, not that he minded that part. He found himself incapable of saying no when she asked him, and he liked seeing her eyes light up and the smile that was both satisfied and delighted with his compliance. Emily was definitely a girl who knew what she wanted, and her drive was a trait he that he found himself admiring about her. Along with, admittedly, the way those skinny blue jeans of hers molded to the shapely curves of her calves and thighs…

Matt didn’t see much of a difference between cornflower blue and indigo, but that didn’t MEAN he had to tell Emily that. And sure, shopping wasn’t really Matt’s thing, but it was Emily’s, so he couldn’t find it in himself to really complain TOO much. He had to keep his lady happy, and in that department he thought he was doing a pretty damn good job so far.

Sitting on a bench with a dozen bags spilled at his feet, he looked over at her. Noticing she was having a little trouble reaching, he chuckled and walked over. He EASILY pulled down the choice article of clothing to hand to her. ❛ Here you go, madam, ❜ Matt gallantly boasted.

[pleasematt]

Shopping was probably her utmost pleasure and she wasn't shy about letting anyone know that. She was armed with her Daddy's card and like any other girl, she had an insatiable need to buy those designer brands (that would most likely put her on everybody's radar at college, being that she was an influential member of the student body there, something which pleased her greatly). Emily knew all too well that Matt did not enjoy her shopping expeditions and there was something about knowing that, which made her bring him along regardless. Chocolate hues swept over the various pieces of clothing, yearning for something to catch her eye. She'd parked Matt with the rest of her bags, still keeping a watch on him, just in case some bimbo blonde believed she could make a pass at HER man. Her thoughts only strayed to him for a moment, until pools caught on a particular piece of clothing her arms had trouble reaching. Emily jumped slightly, a slight groan leaving her lips, as she failed to make it, only to have her boyfriend hand it to her. ❝ My --- well aren't you a gentleman. ❞ A small smirk played on her lips, as she eyed him up and down, gaze travelling to the bags he'd left near the bench in the process. ❝ You might want to go sit back down, honey. Might be here for awhile. ❞

[pleasematt]

I still need to do some editing on my theme (i have it on another blog lol), so I'll finish that off tonight. c:

[pleasematt]

         Please please please, Matt!                Just do something!                   &&          I'm sorry, Em.                I'm just trying to be helpful.

[pleasematt]

Note to self: stop being lazy and do theme. c:

[pleasematt]

I'm going to do theme today and probably drop all threads?? Because it's been way too long.

[pleasematt]

Theme update today or tomorrow. I have to get replies on another account before that tbh. I need to update it, though. So...badly.

[until-dong]

Ｔｈｅ  Ｈａｎｇｅｄ  Ｍａｎ

Dante and his guide Virgil have descended into the depths of hell in an upright position. But at the bottom of hell, Dante is turned upside down and begins the ascension through Purgatory to Paradisio. … Thus, the later occultists interpretation of the Hangedman as a reversal of values and a pivotal experience was quite familiar to the 15th and 16th century card-player through Dante’s account. [x]