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#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / amelia shepherd .#god do i love her

goodvibesinroswell

good vibes of the day

isobel evans + curly fries

#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / isobel evans .

brittany

American Horror Story: 1984 | 9x01 - “Camp Redwood”

#brooke is an aesthetic #i love her already #let my final girl lIVE #𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / brooke thompson .

𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬 ! added brooke thompson ( ahs1984 ) , olia kom azgeda ( t100 oc ) , stella ( winx ) , amelia shepherd ( grey’s ) & isobel evans ( rnm )

#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / brooke thompson .#𝑖 . 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 / brooke thompson .#𝑖 . 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎 / brooke thompson .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 / brooke thompson .#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / brooke thompson .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / olia kom azgeda .#𝑖 . 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 / olia kom azgeda .#𝑖 . 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎 / olia kom azgeda .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 / olia kom azgeda .#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / olia kom azgeda .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / stella of solaria .#𝑖 . 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 / stella of solaria .#𝑖 . 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎 / stella of solaria .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 / stella of solaria .#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / stella of solaria .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / amelia shepherd .#𝑖 . 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 / amelia shepherd .#𝑖 . 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎 / amelia shepherd .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 / amelia shepherd .#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / amelia shepherd .#𝑖 . 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 / isobel evans .#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / isobel evans .

trialtm‌ .

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛 , 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 , 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 . she’s trying hard to keep focused , and while she is succeeding , her remaining energy is suffering for it . the healer’s words of comfort go unnoticed for a long moment , echo’s gaze fixed upon the door through which their queen had just left . jaw clenches against anger and upset . one by one , echo stacks her vertebrae into place , shoulders pushed backwards , and turns her head from the door . she doesn’t meet olia’s gaze . ❝ i failed . what use is a spy who can’t spy ? ❞ her expression remains stoic , her tone remains flat . their native tongue feels almost foreign upon her tongue . she flinches at the touch , but offers no reaction to the pain . ❝ i was lucky . ——– too many others lost their fight . ❞

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ; olia always thought of the the other as powerful , torn at the edges but pieces aligned in the center . however tragic the origin , echo was talented at appearing centered . perhaps appearing was the operative word ? her touch was as gentle as it could be while effective , hesitating a slim moment at the brunette’s flinch , gaze following her face for a second while resuming her task . ❝ you didn’t fail . you found the truth , while risking it all . ❞ gaze once again down cast , focusing on her task yet listening intentively . the sight itself of her people returning from the mountain struck fear and a calm rage within herself , she could only imagine what the inside held ; what stories could those walls tell ? ❝ we must honour them , live to continue their fight . . . avenge them when the possibility arrives . ❞

#olia tag tbt #!!!!!!! do i love them #yes i do #olia's essentially like uhm excuse u nO #u did gOOD

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 , 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 from the expectation of a scolding from their queen , but to her surprise all she recieved from her push - back was a scoff , allowing her to turn in relief . gaze drops onto echo , softening at the sight before swiftly wetting a wash cloth , ❝ you didn’t deserve that , ❞ their native tongue laid thick , olia not even considering using english . she began by washing the spy’s arm gently , wetting the bandages for easier removal , ❝ i’m sorry this happened to you . ❞ / @epiloguetm <3 .

#olia tag tbt #i cba to make tags but #i had to pOST

skaipest· .

eyebrows raise in disbelief . does she really think he doesn’t know ? that one simple fact is the reason for this entire conversation . the reason for his continued drinking . he’s about to bite back sharply when she continues . despite himself , he thinks maybe there’s something lingering behind her words . he blinks slowly , features distort as he attempts to keep the room from spinning . ( and to keep his mind from inventing subtext where there is none . ) clumsily , he reaches for the cup of water . he’s reluctant to admit defeat . but he hasn’t seen her this fired up in a L O N G time . he knows it’s important . he knows about her past , too . heavy sigh leaves him before he lifts the cup to his lips . he begins with just a small sip , eyes cast downwards to refrain from meeting her gaze . ❝ maybe not . but i AM the only one who knows for sure where they’re gonna wind up . ❞ jaw clenches as he swallows thickly . darkened ocean blues slowly meet her molten chocolate hues . another heavy sigh leaves him , head shakes gently as he lifts the cup once more and finishes the water in one long gulp . he can’t believe she has this effect on him . ( but he finds himself willing to do anything to remove that look of panic from her face . ) cup hits the bar top with a thud , and if his knuckles brush hers … it’s purely accidental . ❝ you’re not forgiven . ❞

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 , though she still felt like the pulsing of it was visible on her skin , causing her hand to rest in the crook of her neck , almost holding her pulse steady . raven didn’t think she would have such a reaction --------- so why the hell was she ? eyes are cast to the side as she exhales heavily , ready to respond to his vehement belief before hesitating ; she’s tired of fighting , tired of arguing , and resorts to merely returning her gaze upon him , empathetic hues beneath a worried frown . ❝ you’re not the worst of us , murphy . ❞ voice has lost strength , washing away with with the adrenaline . but despite it all , despite how much she hated it , it worked --------- he’d stopped drinking , for now . and this brought the smallest sign of relief to her face , shoulders dropping tension and hand finally leaving it’s hold on her own pulse . but then the near touch ! what was that ? gaze flickers down at their oh - so - close hands before returning to ocean blues ; was it intentional , or a drunken mistake ? she gulps before swiftly taking the now empty glass , filling it up with water yet again and setting it back on the bar , ❝ just drink your water , or else tomorrow’s gonna be a hell of a lot worse . ❞

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

skaipest· .

he hates that he doesn’t hate that look . the one that tells him she knows that she’s won . the one that tells him he lost . in any other scenario , he would hate it . but that look , her self - assurance , even he can admit , usually leads to the right outcome . a murmured agreement , quiet admittance of defeat . her reprimand has him smirking , despite the sour look thrown in shaw’s direction once more . ❝ i thought me doing something stupid was the reason this plan was gonna work . ❞ this time , his eyebrows raise in a self - assured manner . ❝ that’s how ALL our plans work . ❞ figure reclines confidently upon the bed , hands fold behind his head , legs cross at the ankle . the picture of innocence ! almost as though he hadn’t instigated a fist fight just minutes earlier . ❝ y’know , if he screws us , i’ll kill him . ❞

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 . barely audible , directed more at the ground as her gaze shot down . he wasn’t wrong , his reckless decisions usually had a good outcome ; it was just that raven wasn’t particularly fond of the danger that followed . she was scared for him . ❝ we can’t plan your stupid , it just happens . and you’re just lucky . ❞ gaze lifts again , accompanied by raised eyebrows ; he wasn’t called a cockroach for no reason , eh ? raven leans back to rest on her hands , both amused and annoyed at how calm he seemed . once again , her hues finds the pilot , expression dropping to one of deep thought , perhaps a bit of guilt . life on the ring wasn’t ideal , but at least there was peace . no violence . for the most part , anyways . ❝ he wont , ❞ she turns to murphy again , a smile appearing at the sight , ❝ but if he does --------- i’ll help you . ❞

#her: i'll help u #her: uhm u know what nevermind #𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

skaipest· , john murphy .

in spite of himself , he snorts . genuine , if slightly bitter , amusement overtaking him for a moment . she’s right . he was a dick . even so , that doesn’t make him any less right ! he’s about to bite back , to voice that very opinion , when she speaks again . words die upon his tongue . he stills entirely , watching her carefully for a long moment . he visibly softens . he hopes she doesn’t notice . ❝ john , huh ? bringin’ out the big guns . ❞ a brief hesitation , before a light smirk breaks out across his features . he can’t bring himself to say those words —— admitting trust is signing his own death certificate —— but he manages something close . ❝ alright . whatever you say , boss . but i don’t trust your boyfriend . ❞

𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 , something foreign yet , somehow , so very natural . it was almost so she wanted to take it back , for it completely changed the atmosphere . gaze flickers to their surroundings ; please don’t notice . ❝ hm , shut you up good though , didn’t it ? ❞ gaze returns , eyebrows raised in the self - assured manner she so frequently used for cover . worked wonders . ❝ grow up , murphy , ❞ words fall off her tongue with a roll of her eyes ; and we’re back to normal . ❝ just don’t do anything stupid , and we’ll get out of here just fine . ❞

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

skaipest· , john murphy .

her apology lies stagnant in the air , he doesn’t respond . doesn’t move at all . a long moment passes . his eyes are screwed shut , his teeth grinding in his skull as he fights against white - hot images of hell . a long , harsh breath is dragged into resistant lungs , and he lifts his gaze to meet hers . he has never looked at her with so much resentment . ❝ no you’re not . ———— c’mon , raven , admit it . you’re not sorry . ❞ he attempts to swallow down the emotion . he reminds himself of the kid who stepped off the drop ship . the kid who solidified his place in hell . he hates it . ❝ you wanted to hurt me , and you did . congrats . own it . ❞ bile drips from each word , and he shakes his head , attempting to act unbothered . he’s already given himself away ! ❝ why do you even care ? ❞

𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 , she felt it drill holes in her own skull , causing her gaze to fall to the counter - top . why did you even try , raven ? stick to fixing machines . but she couldn’t let it go . perhaps her body’s still pumping with the asphyxiating fear that froze her veins mere hours ago . saving herself from that sight again fueled a fire , ❝ you know what ? ❞ deep inhale , are you sure about this girl ? ❝ i’m not . you were dead , murphy ------ dead . ❞ tone fervorous , hues finally meeting his sternly , ❝ do you know what that felt like , seeing that ? ❞ that was hell , too , ❝ if you just stopped for one goddamn second ------- ❞ her skin was burning , knuckles white from her clenched fists . hold yourself steady , keep your composure , calm yourself , ❝ you’re not the only one who’s scared , murphy . ❞

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

skaipest , john murphy .

her reaction says it all . he knows she knows he’s right , and yet she’s still dead set on trusting shaw . maybe six years on the ring didn’t mean as much as he thought . . . this solemn thought is only fuelled by her choice of words . jaw so tight he thinks his teeth might crack . fists clasped painfully where they hang between his knees , knuckles white . you can see the ice glaze over in cobalt hues . ❝ yeah ——– and you tried to SHOOT that guy . ❞ his tone is laced with venom , acting out to mask the genuine guilt and upset bubbling within his chest . he is not jealous . he is not hurt that she wanted to kill him , but desperately wants to save shaw . he isn’t . his tone is defeated as he shrugs once more , washing his hands of the situation . ❝ do what you want , raven . just don’t expect me to help when he sells you out —- again . ❞

𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 , confusion veiled lightly over her features beneath it . this was a reaction she hadn’t experienced ; it wasn’t the regular disagreement . it reminded her of something ------- but it couldn’t be . it wasn’t . ❝ well , that guy was a dick . ❞ tone very matter - of - fact , as if trying to match his but falling short . it was such a long time ago , was he harbouring resentment ? she certainly did not . she had gone a whole different direction , despite her mind actively trying not to . ❝ i’m not asking you to trust him . just trust me , john . ❞ that took even her by surprise .

#skaipest #𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .

skaipest· , john murphy .

his entire demeanour shifts . he sees red . glass is knocked to the floor , shattering into pieces , as he launches from the stool , red - hot fury lurking within his glare . he pays it no attention , focused solely on her . he takes a step forward , closing the distance between his chair and hers , their faces inches apart . he almost asks her to take it back , but he realises that it wouldn’t make him feel any better . his words are spat in her direction . ❝ go FLOAT yourself . ❞ from his position , uncomfortably close to her , he reaches past her easily to swipe the bottle , before slumping back into his seat clumsily . he lifts the bottle halfway to his lips , before her words ——– the image of his mother ——– echo in his mind , and before he knows it , the bottle finds the counter once more , and he’s nudging it away with his fingertips , letting his forehead fall heavily to rest atop his folded arms .

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 , she knew it would hit . she had pulled the trigger . yet , you could see her breath catch in her throat , shoulders straining to not make herself smaller within the presence of rage ------ but her now glassy gaze never strayed . face the shot , raven , you fired it yourself . she chose not to speak , focusing entirely on murphy , and the racing of her own heart . once he retreated back to his chair , a shaking breath escaped her chest , demeanor faltering . ❝ i ------ ❞ raven found herself chewing her words , before getting up to walk behind the bar , fetching a glass of water . as she placed it in front of him , she almost reached out to place a hand on his arm , but feared it was too soon and halted that movement . ❝ i’m sorry . ❞ chocolate hues trained on him , hoping for a response . ❝ look , i know you’re scared . ❞

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

skaipest· , john murphy .

his head is swimming , he can’t react quickly enough to stop her . his fist closes around thin air , and his gaze skims across to her , his expression one of clear contempt . ❝ sure you did , ❞ he hums , sarcasm dripping from each word . an eyebrow raises in her direction , one hand extended in askance . ❝ so … give me back the bottle , then . ❞

𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 ; confident , nonchalant , as if all she truly wanted was a drink . it was a lie . her mind was racing , battling memories . she shouldn’t’ve done this to begin with , should she ? ❝ yeah , right . ❞ at last , a possibly telling gaze shifts from the empty space to meet his . eyebrows raised , ❝ so you can drown in your own vomit by eight o’ clock ? not gonna happen . ❞

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest #uHM U TOLD ME TO WRITE IT #SO I DID #im so sorry i Hate myself

skaipest· , john murphy .

gaze drops to the floor , as she moves into his line of sight . head is bowed , almost , and feet shuffle against the floor . perhaps he shouldn’t have brought it up , hadn’t planned to , it just … came out . he rolls his neck to finally meet her gaze , jaw tightens as he catches that the look in her eye isn’t exactly sympathetic . ❝ you sure about that ? ‘cuz last time i checked , he let us BOTH be tortured to save his own ass . ❞ but , can murphy really judge ? he shakes his head , shrugging in an act of faux - indifference . ❝ whatever you say , reyes . what do i know ? ❞

𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 . and she hated it . an idle hand lifts to the burns around her own neck , a shaky inhale upon contact . you’d think her body was accustomed to torturous pain by now . the worst wasn’t even her own pain . gaze falters slightly before being trained upon him , ❝ sounds like someone i knew once , ❞ probably wasn’t fair , but it fell out . perhaps it would prove a point ; you would’ve done the same once , and you’re far from my enemy . ❝ besides , he knows these people , knows their systems . don’t tell me that’s not useful . ❞

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

skaipest· , john murphy .

if the liquor wasn’t numbing his senses , maybe he would have heard her approach . alas , her voice causes him to flinch momentarily , before relaxing almost immediately , almost instinctively . he shrugs lazily in response to her question , offering her a sad bitter smile . ❝ whichever comes first . ❞ with that , he knocks back the remnants of his drink , and reaches once more for the bottle . ❝ y’know , raven , if you’re here to give me a lecture , save your breath . i’m not in the mood . ❞

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 , and in a swift movement she grabbed the bottle before him . perhaps it wasn’t right , perhaps she should’ve let him --------- instead , she filled a glass of her own , before purposefully placing the bottle on her other side . ❝ i just wanted a drink , ❞ gaze still fixed right ahead as she picks up her glass for a swig , ❝ hm , nice . ❞ good save , raven .

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 . once upon a time , she’d find her own mother in the exact same position , hunched over the bar , cherishing the liqour that meant the world to her . now , it was john murphy ------ and that terrified her . ❝ are you seeing the bottom yet , ❞ swinging step leads her to the stool beside him , hues diverting from the boy as she sits down , ❝ or is a coma the goal ? ❞ / @skaipest planned starter .

#skaipest #𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .

skaipest· , john murphy .

he doesn’t need to turn to face her to know she’s there . the sound of staggered footsteps is enough . the limp , a constant reminder of the pain he put her through . it’s no wonder she’d rather trust the enemy ! he doesn’t meet her gaze , choosing instead to focus upon shaw , on the other side of their prison , even as he pipes up , his murmured tone holding a slight bitter note . ‘ when did we start trusting them ? ’

closed starter for my love @prologuetm .

𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 , adorned with a frown atop it . the amount of bitterness detected almost surprised her , the loopside stride ends at the felt - bed opposite him , gaze lingering on shaw before she turns to murphy , ❝ he’s not the enemy , ❞ at least , she believed he wasn’t ; ❝ plus , we need him . ❞

#𝑖 . 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 / raven reyes .#skaipest

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