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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕: 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒.

[ruepressed]

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒! thank you for giving my little blog a click. my name is mia jane, feel free to call me mia, mj, or any combination of the two. i’m 23 in the pst timezone, and use she/her pronouns. this is a RUE BENNETT of EUPHORIA, canon, headcanon influenced rp blog with verses. 

guidelines.         |          mumu.

[moontinged]

i’m 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 and it’s not your fault, it’s just how things are. // canon divergent hope mikaelson of the cw’s originals+legacies. loved by mia jane.

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[salvatoraesa]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 ,  it’s who he is at his core [ … ] he can’t always come through for himself but he can always come through for everyone else. © 

[anthoniejcrowley]

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[strawbaeries]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 ?  [ …  ]  𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒.

                                low - activity, canon, lit by  rissa !  ©

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[ruepressed]

i have three more replies to burn thru, but after that, i’m caught up. can i get an owa owa? i’m gonna knock the rest out tomorrow! i’ll be on discord for the night. lmk if you’d like it <3

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                    @ruepressed​     /   cont.  from  here.

A  CERTAIN  PRESSURE  RUSHES  JULES’  HEARTBEAT,  but  she  decides  to  play  as  if  she  was  oblivious  to  it.     all  that  mattered  at  this  very  moment   was  the  pride  she  felt  for  rue,  and  her  journey.     it’s  been  difficult,  for  their  young  &  shattered  souls—   but  all  the  thoughts  and  self-doubt  are  pushed  aside  when  they  get  to  have  a  moment  like  this,  even  a  fleeting  one.     her  blonde  head  of  hair  pushes  into  her  hand,  enjoying  to  be  cradled,  in  a  way.     “you  should  be  proud  of  yourself.     are  you?”     jules  reaches  to  mimic  rue’s  gesture,  tucking  a  strand  of  thicker,  curly  hair  behind  her  ear.     “we  should  like…     celebrate  or  somethin’.”

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content, rue let out a light sigh, her hand rising to entangle in jules’s as it leaves her hair. “yeah, i am, actually. i never thought i could be happy.” she meets her eyes briefly - shy almost - before shifting her focus away, scared to be caught gazing. “not sober, anyways.” intertwining their fingers, rue let their hands settle by their sides, tilting her head in curiosity. “you wanna celebrate? yeah, actually, that sounds like it could be pretty fun.” if her brain were a filing cabinet, each drawer would be filled with manila envelopes and folders of different ways they could get fucked up and who to contact to make it happen. in fact, it would be stuffed to the brim. finding an option to celebrate sober was proving to be a challenge, evident by the expression on her face. then an idea clicks. “do you maybe want to get ice cream? like good shit, not pints from the grocery store?” 

[chelseaperetti]

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ZEKE​

when rue smeared the paint on his cheek, his face SCRUNCHED her way. “y’know— from afar this kinda looks like a lawsuit.” the boy joked, leaning his head back down onto the grass. he didn’t bother making any effort to rub it off though, both because he’s too lazy AND he knows it’ll just get all over his hands— then he’ll forget about it and before he knows it, it’d be all over his clothes. snapping himself out of his thoughts, zeke tilts his head to listen to rue more intently. “gotcha. i mean props to you for using your resources. finger painting also kinda gets you back to your roots, right? better than drawing on the walls.” cue another laugh from him, his eyes never leaving the open sky, a few hand gestures here and there. “ahh me in my natural form.. can’t wait to see it plastered in various museums. BUT FIRST, before i forget, i gotta do this.” he leaned his torso up, his thumb dippinng into one of the colors and bringing the coated finger up to her forehead to smear it a tad. “simbaaa..” he drawled out, mimicking the children’s movie. “ok sorry i’ve just always wanted to do that.. you may PROCEED.” 

she feels the consistency on his fingers and freezes for a second, her mouth the shape of an ‘o’. grabbing the rag to left of her, she wipes it off her forehead with a roll of her eyes. rue can’t help but grin to herself, snickering quietly, amused by everything that is and has always been zeke. “i can’t believe you.” she says with the toss of the rag at him. her eyes dive down to his portrait, trying not to stray from the importance of at least trying this, trying to make it work. “i don’t know, it’s like... i’m not good at anything. i don’t love anything.” she can’t help but overly stretch the word. “not like...” she bites down on her lip in thought. she doesn’t know what she was gonna say. drugs, the euphoria, jules. she remembers the choir rattling her system, the feeling of the world turning on it’s own head. even now, she could hear the music calling to her. rue shuts her eyes for a moment, as if she can’t bring herself to make a definitive statement. opening them, remaking busy work with her hands, her fingers glide in one smooth arch across the canvas before she lifts it up to show him. “this is your unibrow, you know.” 

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‘  i  don’t  want  to  fight  you .  ’

rue is staring at the girl in front of her, lips parted in disbelief. “what are we doing then? what’s even going on here?” she gestures between the two of them, the adrenaline she had leaving with a shake of the head, and an uneven breath. “i don’t want to fight you either.” rue’s hand find’s it’s way to the crook of her neck, fingers entangling her curls. “i don’t want to fight anymore.” she looks up at the girl for a brief second. “are we good?”

[ruepressed]

‘i don’t know where she is.’

the room was buzzing, despite the gravity and weight pressing down on her heart. her eyes were wide, paired with a smile glazed across her features, limbs animated whenever she moved. it was as though rue had been struck by lightning, like she was the fucking energizer bunny or something. “you know what? fuck it. i feel GREAT.” her arms are raised as she shrugs, eyebrows pulling together expressively. “i’m gonna do crazy shit, you know that? without her? jules is the one missing out. i’ve finally-” rue points to the center of her forehead - to her brain, her thoughts, a purpose - enthusiastically, “i’ve finally got it all sorted out. i’m gonna be the martha fucking stewart of edibles.” 

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[ruepressed]

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?

WASTELAND BABY.

There is an essence of foreverness to your love, even if the relationship isn’t permanent. You were written in the stars to love each other. There is an underlying eternalness of your love that will cycle on for eternity. Even outlast the end of the world. And you welcome this with open arms. You are happy to love freely, and any love you give will always remain. Your ideal lover is one who will be with you til the end. A lover who will weather the storm (or the apocalypse) with you-- with gentleness, compassion, and strength. A lover who will sit with you to watch every small apocalypse until the very end of time itself, and hold your hand tight the whole way through.

stolen from: @jupitcr​ ( ty, i love u )

[ruepressed]

got all my replies drafted for my day off tomorrow, helllll ya. i’m going speeps after the longest week of my life. catch me on discord for the night! (if u’d like it, lmk!)