kids in love ♡

when we met, you were pretty and i was lonely. now i'm pretty lonely. richie tozier ; it / violet baudelaire ; a series of unfortunate events / alyssa ; end of the f***ing world / bucky barnes ; mcu / circus baby ; fnaf / hana song ; overwatch / luna maximoff ; marvel / remus lupin ; harry potter / ginny weasley ; harry potter / jackie burkhart ; that '70s show / marinette ; miraculous ladybug

[incorrect-spiderverse]

Peni to Noir: “hmm, we’re not so different, you and I”

Peni: “You have your law practice, and me, I have all these fucking markers.”

Peni: “I guess we both have responsibilities when you look at it that way.”

[rbelgirl]

violet & klaus,

@rbelgirl

Klaus had been without his siblings for longer than he’d cared to be.  He’d been through a lot of weird things, which included being hypnotized by a sinister optometrist, posing as a doctor, and nearly being eaten by lions while attached to his sister, but finding himself in a new place without his family was something he’d never experienced, nor wanted to experience.  The last time he’d appeared in a new place with no explanation was back at Lucky Smells Lumbermill, and for a moment when he’d arrived he thought Dr. Orwell could have been involved, but she was very much deceased.  He’d gotten into the swing of things in his time here, but he still wished more than anything to see his siblings again and to know they were safe.  That was why when he spotted Violet across the way, he broke into a sprint to catch up.  “Violet?”  He called, hoping that his eyes weren’t paying tricks on him.

   off of her shift at the local diner, violet sighed heavily as she began to walk down the street. reddened face, messy dress and apron, a little hat that was part of the uniform -- she was tired but she couldn’t rest. she needed to continue with her current masterpiece. it was something to keep her busy and stop her mind from wandering. memories of her siblings constantly hung above her head. she’d work on it until her body forced her to rest. a hand raised up to press against her neck as she’s reminded of the stiffness due to sleeping on the desk once more. and that’s where she found herself, body going on autopilot as her mind wanders over the various she has to do that night, when someone calls out her name. it surprises her. taking her aback. she hadn’t told her name to many people. perhaps it was a customer from the diner that memorized her name tag and face. violet turns, hair flying everywhere and soon curious eyes widen as she’d faced with a sight she had willingly etched on her heart. her beloved brother, the one she constantly depended on. “ klaus, ” she breathes, mind yearning her to go in for a hug but body staying frozen. was this her klaus or could this be alternate dimension klaus ? would alternate dimension klaus still know her name ? if he is here, where is sunny -- beatrice the second ? one step at a time, she reminds herself. this is good news and her heart couldn’t possibly take any more gloom. her life always was full of unfortunate events, she assumed she should’ve been used to it by now but she wasn’t, she knew she never would be. “ i am glad to see you, ” violet tells him. she tries to mask her blue emotions with a smile but it isn’t enough. her eyes begin to sting as tears gather in her eyes but she doesn’t dare to look away from her brother. “ i missed you so very much. ”

[rbelgirl]

bucky & shuri,

             “  this  is  just  like  those  old  eighties  murder  mysteries  you  americans  are  so  fond  of  ,  except  there’s  no  DEAD  body  .  there’s  a  real  ,  live  person  .  the  AUTHORITIES  here  are  useless  —  it  is  BEST  if  we  investigate  on  our  own ! “ 

   nonchalant eyes try their best to seem uninterested, afraid any poking curiosity will entice the other to continue. “ no, no, ” he begins, head shaking solemnly at her proposition. “ let them do what they have to do. this has nothing to do with us. i think laying low should be our priority -- not snooping into whatever happened. ”

[rbelgirl]

   i was going to do some replies but my head is hurting for no real reason and i’m ?? mad but this is my quick plot call for tonight since i’m going to be in the dms for a bit. if you’re looking for interesting plots pls like this and i’ll message you. i have a ton of muses with nothing going on and i’m longing for something angsty / spicy uwu. 

[rbelgirl]

“ we can’t keep going on like this. ” // sirius & remus

   @longliived​   /   MISC SENTENCE STARTERS

   why not ? – he wants to ask, but there’s no use in searching for an answer he already knows. their midnight rendezvous seemed like a lifeline to remus for a while. he’d call or the other would, like a never ending game of cat and mouse. some nights he’d swear he was done but wouldn’t think twice about speaking the other’s name out like a prayer as soon as their eyes met. like he was trying to keep the fire in him, that burned for sirius, going despite feeling as if the other had willingly extinguished his. no, scratch that. this wasn’t about feelings, or so he urged himself to believe. this was about much more than that. definitely. “ if that’s what you truly want, ” he declared instead, soft smile trying to invoke any sense of nonchalance. he envelopes in an insouciant facade, as if the other’s words didn’t sting him. the mask was crumbling, however, but he swore to keep going regardless. remus continued as he pushes strands of messy hair out of his eyes rapidly. “ then end it. right here, right now. it won’t hurt – i simply think we both need to hear the words come out of your mouth, once and for all. ” 

[rbelgirl]

richie & bianca,

             AND REALLY , she feels it in her bones , this sinking sense of dread that she needs to be better , better FOR HIM , because between the two of them — she only really has HIM . watch out for him . taking for granted time after time , not everyone is as LUCKY as her , she knows it . ( one day there won’t be anything left with him , encouraging this kind of BY THE BOTTLE BULLSHIT not able to be honest with yourselves in the mirror so you’d rather just look at the reflection in the booze of the red solo cup and neon lights — but you can’t bring yourself to say anything different . routine is good , even if it hurts . that’s how you were RAISED , anyways . eyes fall over his features , a simple wishing that washes over like golden tide , wanting to be BETTER for him ; he deserves better . you can’t give him better . you aren’t .  )

          her heart stops at the words , and for a moment she goes SOBER , but still plasters a smile on her face , giggle tumbling from her lips and twirl , even if her skirt doesn’t follow her , and she throws the rest of her cups into the TRASH like a basketball .  eyes catch his , and she can’t tell if SHE is drunk enough , if she means these words , doesn’t KNOW if they belong on her tongue ; always FOREIGN , always the misfit . misfits together — but even now she can feel it . “ i wanna go home . “  smile fades and blanches into somewhat of a grimace , still SOUNDING more sober than she had been in her LIFE . “ i don’t want to be here anymore. ”

   bewildered eyes look over his companion, eyes immediately yearning to look away. hand is raised up to comb unsure fingers over his disheveled hair. his original surprised expression is masked almost immediately, dry laughter racking over his body. he wasn’t the best at comfort and he was sure everyone knew that. the most the teen would do was slap on a outlandish accent, release a joke or two to change it up but this was different. maybe bianca was just having a bad reaction, it’s happened a few times to him before, maybe she really just wanted to go home and sleep. plastering on his trademark smile, he turns to be next to her, placing his arm over her shoulder. “ i’ll walk you home, bibs. no big deal. ”

   and that’s that on that. except it isn’t -- and he knows it. but words escape him once more so he decides to start walking, pulling her along. it was best for them to leave. a new years bash by himself ? sad. besides, he might be able to push for a sleepover again if he asked nicely enough. not yet sober, more somber, his head turns to look upwards at the distant sky. it’s mostly dark and dull, a few white dots twinkling off and on but richie still couldn’t stop staring. he couldn’t blame her for her sudden change of mood. maybe the normalcy that he claims he yearned for isn’t for him. something always seemed to stop him from experiencing such a luxury. bianca was feeling a certain way and, like the distant stars above him, he couldn’t reach her. he could only admire from afar, watch with tentative eyes and hope that she wouldn’t dim out completely. apparently, that was all he was good for. licking his lips, he slowly turns to her, his throat burning as if he was being denied air. richie blinks rapidly as he decides whether to speak up or not. say something. say something. s a y  s o m e t h i n g. “ oh, ” he breathes out suddenly. a finger reaches up to point at the sky as if he means to show her how beautiful the meek little stars are but he doesn’t do that. because he always has to ruin everything. “ -- we’re going to miss the fireworks. ”

[leneemusing]

misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

[melamemea]

misc. sentence starters .

“ why are we talking about this !? ”

“ why is this a topic now!? it’s in the middle of the night! ”

“ why am i talking about it !? ”

“ i shouldn’t have said anything. “

“ i didn’t mean it like THAT … ”

“ oh come on… you know i’m joking… ”

“ it didn’t sound like a joke to me! ”

“ i have no clue what you’re on about ”

“ i honestly don’t know anymore ”

“ not in that sense !! ”

“ i don’t need to explain! people can put two and two together! ”

“ why should i have to explain myself? you do it instead! ”

“ oh , so i’m the bad guy? ”

“ sorry for being damaged goods then. ”

“ there you go again, pulling the same shit as always. ”

“ oh no you don’t — you know what you signed up for! ”

“ you knew who and what you were getting into. ”

“ yeah i know ! i’ve had it in my m o u t h. ”

“ spare me, i haven’t gotten laid in forever. ”

“ just saying… it’s very hot. ”

“ well that’s — one way to put it. ”

“ begging… of ALL things… ”

“ what do you take me for ?”

“ you know who isn’t screwed yet ? me. ”

“ well then i’m screwed. ”

“ what is this nagging — are you a gps now ?”

“ that’s not usually what a guy/girl/person wants his/her/their partner to do”

“ uhm, i didn’t hate it ? ”

“ i might not be as damaged as you, but i have my demons as well. ”

“ haha ! i wish i wasn’t such a mess ! ”

“ this is why people don’t date ‘damaged’ people , we are… complex. ”

“ everyone expects me to mess up. it’s all i know. ”

[stevesharrlngton]

[weheartbucky]

he’s a ghost story

[namtan]

It (2017)

[rbelgirl]

   i was going to do some replies but my head is hurting for no real reason and i’m ?? mad but this is my quick plot call for tonight since i’m going to be in the dms for a bit. if you’re looking for interesting plots pls like this and i’ll message you. i have a ton of muses with nothing going on and i’m longing for something angsty / spicy uwu. 

[rbelgirl]

   is that [ SEBASTIAN STAN ]? nope! that’s just [ JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES ], a [ CANON CHARACTER ] from [ MCU ], shaking the sand out of their shoes. the [ THIRTY ] year old must have forgotten to wear their flip flops to the beach again. oh well! i hear they have [ ALL ] of their memories and that while he can be [ DETACHED ], he can also be [ RESOLUTE ].

   BUCKY BARNES ?? u mean my angsty child. i’m a little on the fence on whether i can actually portray him well but wish me luck lmao. i am portraying him based on the movies bc i am trash forgive. buck buck bucky barnes, like steve, survived into the modern age. he was mistreated and brainwashed after being captured and did various malicious things against his will. he is much better after reuniting with his old friend but still harbors great regret. yes, he was yeeted in the newest movie, wink wonk. still has a ton of severe guilt but is working on it.

  he’s here now and has all of his memories which ngl he wishes he didn’t. let’s just say he’s working as a mechanic bc he enjoys the solitude. he doesn’t want anyone to discover who he really is so he simply goes as james. trying his best to stay out of sight, doesn’t care for the limelight. he’s devoted and loyal but extremely distant at times. he’s feeling more like himself than ever before but all of the baggage constantly gets to him. bucky enjoys being on his own and taking things slowly but he yearns for his own life especially when met with this semi-normal atmosphere. 

[rbelgirl]

  is that [ NATALIA DYER ]? nope! that’s just [ VIOLET BAUDELAIRE ], a [ CANON CHARACTER ] from [ A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS ], shaking the sand out of their shoes. the [ TWENTY TWO ] year old must have forgotten to wear their flip flops to the beach again. oh well! i hear they have [ ALL ] of their memories and that while she can be [ ALTRUISTIC ], she can also be [ ENLIGHTENED ].

  i just finished the series and i ??? cried. a series of unfortunate events, as the title says, is a series of unfortunate events. violet baudelaire is the oldest of three siblings. their house is set on fire that tragically takes their parents and they officially become orphans. she, along with her brother klaus and baby sister sunny, are sent to live with a distant relative count olaf. madness ensues, they get sent to other homes after he tries to m*rry her for the trust she will get when she turns 18, but her ends up following them and gets rid of so many in the process.

  violet remembers everything so imagine her surprise to find herself in another strange place without her siblings ?? she’s uh Scared. my lil pumpkin probably has found a job here as a waitress to establish some sort of income for when they do reunite, but when she isn’t working she’s looking around for them. she’s a bright girl and is aware that new people show up constantly. she cares so much about klaus, sunny and beatrice ii, they’re the only thing that keep her going tbh. doesn’t have time for herself yeehaw, probably tired all the time but never rests. on the bright side, she still tries to stay optimistic through it all. she’s aware that they’re all bright and capable.

  personality wise she’s a smarticle particle. inventing is her passion uwu. affable, caring, and intuitive. would do anything for her siblings. puts them all before herself which is her greatest downfall. isn’t perfect, however. her strong-will can sometimes lead her to be stubborn and at times reckless.

[yujin]

hit you with that ddu-du ddu-du ~

[odairannies]

“Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. Violet had a real knack for inventing and building strange devices, so her brain was often filled with images of pulleys, levers, and gears, and she never wanted to be distracted by something as trivial as her hair.”

[stars-bean]

Rear Window (1954) dir. Alfred Hitchcock